My mom keeps asking when my last final is, so I can fly home the next day. I told her I have to look it up, because I don't want to go home for the summer.
Did you ask about summer school?
Yeah, they both said no. My dad said he didn't think summer school was the real reason I wanted to stay and that he wasn't funding my relationship with you.
Well, he nailed that one on the head.
Yeah, I know.
We can survive it. It's two months.
Two and a half.
Well, I'll take a vacation and come and visit you for two weeks in the middle.
Even though you'll have to sleep on the pull out sofa in the family room?
Yup. Even if I had to sleep on a wooden plank.
I still don't want to go. I don't want to be away from you that long.
I know baby; I don't want to be away from you that long either. But we can make it, especially with a visit in between.
And think about how happy you'll be to see me again.
It still stinks.