To Fight Back (gxg)

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Epilogue

*Several months later, the last day of school...*

The last school day is finally over. I was walking down the halls with Alena, Alen and Darren, talking and discussing our plans to throw a party at my house this weekend.

Our official graduation ceremony wasn't until next week, but we're going to a different party then.

As we got outside the building, we waved and said goodbye to each other, going our seperate ways. Mine was to the exquisite black Camaro sitting in the right side of the parking lot.

The view only got better when I noticed Emory casually leaning on the car, waiting to pick me up so we can head to Grandma and Pap's for a celebratory dinner.

Her parents are whisking her off on a 5 day cruise as a graduation present after the ceremony, so we decided to spend this evening together since we'd be apart then.

By now everyone at school knew we were a couple, so I felt no shame when I placed my hands on the car on both sides of her after I reached her, and planted a nice long kiss on her lips. She looped her arms around my neck to pull me closer and returned my greeting kiss.

When we came apart I pecked her on the forehead, smiling. "Hey babe. How was your day?" I ask.

"Just fine, but even better now. What about yours?"

"Amazing. Now, shall we go?"

"Of course," she giggles.

I walked around to get in the car, her doing so as well. She started the engine and I smiled at the familiar purr. She was able to take off of work today because I'm technically her boss's boss and all I had to do was send him an email informing him of that, and he lets her hours be way more flexible now.

Although Emory doesn't know that. I don't think I actually want to tell her. It's not like I need to, I just know that she'll insist I leave her boss alone because it's unnecessary to threaten his job for her, but I still want to do everything I can to make her life easier. Call it overbearing, I don't care, if it's for the woman I love, I'll do it.

And yes, I said the woman I love. Because I do, I love her so much sometimes I think my heart will burst at the mere sight of her. Not to say this revelation came easy. I was scared to fall in love, I didn't want to come out of it broken and battered once again.

But with Emory, it was so strong and I just felt so secure with her I couldn't ignore it. If in the end, it doesn't work out, I won't regret falling for her, because I know it was meant to be. We were meant to meet and be together, me and Layla were meant to fail, I was meant to be torn apart all my life so Emory could build me up again.

I just don't know how to say it. It's not like I think it'll go bad or she'll be put off by it, but I was never good at expressing my feelings, much less knowing the appropriate time to do so. What if she's not there yet, what would I say to that?

I'm not sure, but I don't want to think about it right now. After all, I'm going to see my grandparents, and eat their delicious food and then spend the whole night with my girlfriend. What could be better than that?

As we pulled up to that adorable little farmhouse I've grown delightfully used to, I thought, nothing. Absolutely nothing is better than that.

I excitedly hop out of the car, closing the door and waiting for Emory to come around, then taking her hand and leading us inside. I don't bother knocking, going straight to the source of the heavenly scent invading my nose, which happens to be the kitchen.

I sniff deeply when I enter, sighing afterwards. "Oh my God, Grandma, whatever your cooking smells absolutely delectable," I announce.

She turns from her spot at the sink, rushing over to give me a hug. "Oh you're here! Thank you, dear, I'm making an extra special beef roast with carrots, celery, potatoes and onions, and a side of cheesy garlic toast. And just this once, I'll let you have a glass of wine with our meal. But just one!"

I laugh, taking a seat at the table. "Okay Grandma. But where's Pap?" I ask when I look around and don't see him.

But then suddenly he pops into the doorway. "Right here. I was just grabbing the wine from the cellar," he says, coming over to sit beside me and rest his hand on my shoulder. "Glad you could make it, Blake. Congrats on making it through the hell they call school."

Grandma swats the dish towel at him. "Gene! No cursing in this household. But I agree, I'm proud of you for doing your best and sticking it out."

I blush, smiling widely. "Aww, thank you. To be honest, it was weird actually trying to succeed, and I was kind of surprised when I managed to get A's and B's and graduate with all my credits. But I'm glad I did, it made me feel very good to see what I could accomplish. And also, thank you for supporting me and reminding me to work hard these past months. I really appreciate it," I admit.

Grandma brings her hands to her chest and smiles in an affectionate manner, Pap patting my back. "Oh, dear no need to thank us. Being your cheerleaders slash coaches is our job," Grandma says.

"Exactly, sweetie." I turn to Pap and see him smiling as well. I feel Emory squeeze my hand and I look to her, earning a chaste kiss when I do.

"Even though it was directed towards them, I feel the same way," she says.

I close my eyes and lean into her. "You guys are the best. How do I deserve you?"

"Because you deserve the world and are the best as well in our eyes," Emory answers.

Grandma laughs, carrying the roast dish to the table. "Couldn't have said it better myself, hun. Now enough with the sentiments, let's eat!"

We dig in, devouring the five star meal and washing it down with a fine wine, making small talk once we're finished and I'm washing our dishes. Grandma and Pap protested, exclaiming that they could do it on their own, but I offered, since I felt bad we wouldn't be staying longer. Not bad enough to exchange mine and Emory's alone time to do so, but enough to help clean up.

We hugged and wished each other farewell, me and Emory leaving for my house.

We get there and I put the container of leftovers they insisted we take in the fridge, stretching with a yawn after the fourty five minute drive home.

"Go ahead and get comfortable, I'll bring us some drinks," I tell Emory.

She nods and goes into the living room. I open the doors to the extensive liquor cabinet my father kept stocked up, taking out a vanilla flavored rum, grabbing two glasses as well.

I pick them up and follow Emory, sitting next to her on the couch after I notice her there. I pour us each a glass, handing hers to her, holding mine up. "To graduating and new beginnings," I say.

She smiles, holding hers up too. "To graduating and new beginnings." We clink our drinks together with a "cheers", taking sips after.

I set mine back on the coffee table, lacing our fingers together. "I'm happy you're here with me. Although I'm sad I won't see you for a few days next week, this almost makes up for it."

She quirks an eyebrow up, smirking. "Almost?"

I laugh, leaning towards her mischievously. "Almost."

She giggles and places her hand above my collarbone, seductively tracing her finger along my skin. "Is there any way I can turn that almost into a definitely?" She asks in a soft, sexy voice.

I pull her to me by her waist. "Hmm, I'm not sure."

"Well then I guess we'll have to find out," she presses her lips to mine and I release her hand to run mine through her hair.

She ends up partially in my lap as the kiss escalates, both of our hands roaming, our tongues dancing, our breathing eratic.

She pulls back with a sly smile, "You taste like rum."

I roll my eyes, letting my head fall on her shoulder, holding her tight as I smile into her shirt. "You're so stupid. But that's why I love you," I tease.

She tilts her head into mine and draws circles on my back. "I love you too," she whispers.

I tense, my eyes widening. Oh my sweet baby Jesus I just accidentally told her I loved her. I mean it's true, but I didn't realize I said it, it just kinda slipped out. But she said it back! She loves me!

I repeat that I'm my head as I tighten my embrace. She loves me she loves me she loves me she loves me.

I laugh. "You love me. Ahh~ I love you, I love you, I love you!" I say happily, rocking her back and forth with a huge shit-eating grin on my face.

She laughs as well, stopping me to bring my face to hers. "Of course I love you."

I pepper kisses all over her face, falling over her in the process. I stare at her, with her soft, wavy blonde hair spread out under her head, her shimmering forest eyes gazing up at me, her full lips curved into a graceful half smile.

I feel her love wash over me as I lean down to capture those beautiful lips of hers. "I love you," I whisper into them.

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The End

Authors Note: Aaaand that concludes 'To Fight Back'! It only took five long months, but the book is finally finished. Thank you for reading it and I hope it made your day just a little bit better :)

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