(Oh my god, Kit's writing something BFDI..oh my god it must be an imposter-)

"So? Did you get in?" Golf Ball grins, expecting the good news. She was practically jumping up and down.

How am I supposed to tell my girlfriend without shattering her heart?

"Tennis Ball?" She furrows her eyebrows, scanning my face. "Did you..not make it?" Golf Ball stares at the brown package in my hands and bites her lip. She's processing the possible outcomes.

"I..I did make it into a great college, full scholarship too..!" I blurt, grabbing her attention. "I just..it isn't Stanford."

My gaze drops to the symbol of MIT, the thing that separated me from Gb. MIT is great for computer engineering and such..but it didn't have her.

"Oh.."

"I can apply again!" I shout, seeing her crushed expression. "Th-there's still time, I can-"

"Tennis Ball, no-"

"Maybe they'll give me a chance-!"

Her voice becomes stern. "No, Tennis Ball, you don't need to reapply! Don't."

"But Golf Ball, don't you want us to be together?" I place the box onto the ground and shove it to the side.

"Of COURSE I want us to be together, but I just.." She sighs and shakes her head, short, black hair waving. Her hands rest on my cheeks, and I lift my eyes from the floor.

"You need this scholarship, Tennis Ball. We both know your financial situation isn't the best." Golf Ball firmly holds my gaze, but her voice wavers. "You are, the important person in my life. And that means I have to be willing to make sacrifices in order to do what's best."

"I," I take a moment to regain control of myself. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. Of course, I still had to keep myself from quivering. "I understand. Besides..we can always text and voice chat, right?"

She gives me a small smile. "Of course." Standing on her tip toes, she pecks me on the lips. I smile back, and pull her into a tight embrace.

The day quickly came when Golf Ball had to leave for college. I had gone over to help her with moving everything to her silver car.

"Hey Golf Ball," I say, beginning a question. "You look..distraught."

She looked over at me and shook her head, making a sound between a sigh and a laugh. "I guess..I don't look the best right now, do I?"

I go over to help her with the box she was struggling to carry. "Doesn't matter how you look, you'll always look beautiful to me." Peeking my head from behind the large box, I add, "So? What's on your mind?"

"I..I'll tell you later. Let's focus on moving all of these, first."

I would say Golf Ball sounded tired, but she's tired a lot. Her voice sounded more strained; grim. Whatever was going on in her head wasn't very good.

But, if she didn't want to tell me until later, it would have to wait until later. It didn't stop me from glancing at her worriedly every few seconds though.

"Okay, everything's inside." Golf Ball announced, slamming the trunk down.

"So, the.." I drum my fingers against my thigh. "The thing you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh yeah..that." She says, slumping her shoulders. "Tennis Ball, I've been thinking about this for a while..and I think it would be best if we broke up."

My heart stops. Everything stops. I can only stare at her guilty expression as my mouth remains slightly agape, brain unable to form words.

"You know as well as I do that long-distance relationships tend to not work well, and in the case that someone else falls for you.." She looks down. "I wouldn't want you to say you're taken by some girl that isn't even there."

"We can always visit though, during the summer! We can make this work!" I plead. "It doesn't have to end like this."

She hesitates; she didn't want this either, I could tell. I just didn't understand why she was so determined to do things this way.

"Tb, we're both heading different directions in life, and you know this. And we can't just 'visit' each summer, plane tickets are expensive, you know."

Golf Ball stares at the ground and mutters,"It's hard to explain to you, you're used to having a great life and doing what you want..it's almost a miracle you turned out this good.." She jolts and looks up at me. "Th-that just came out, I didn't mean-"

"Nono, it's okay, I get what you mean," I signal with my hands and voice to stop her. "But can't we at least try?" My voice almost breaks.

"It won't work, Tennis Ball. Life is crazy, and no matter how you try, you can't predict it with numbers. I don't know how else to say it to you." She shook her head, and looks up at me with the smallest smile.

"Maybe we'll be led right back to each other. But for now, we're just friends. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Golf Ball slides into the driver's seat and ignites the engine. The tears fall faster than the small silver car as it rolls away from me.

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SmertGirl: Tennis Ball!

ClumsyBoi: WHAT HAPPENED-

SmertGirl: A guy told me he liked me and uh

SmertGirl: We're in a relationship now.

ClumsyBoi: Really? That's great!

SmertGirl: Uh

SmertGirl: You okay?

ClumsyBoi: Of course I'm okay! Why wouldn't I be?

SmertGirl: I guess I just thought that you might be upset..but nevermind that, I guess.

ClumsyBoi: Gb, I'm happy for you. You've got a boyfriend you can see everyday.

ClumsyBoi: If you're happy, that's really all that matters to me.

SmertGirl: ..thanks. :)

ClumsyBoi: Not a problem. What are friends for?

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So uh

I can't write breakups o O P S

Anyway, I made a promise, and I will keep it

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