A wise young girl once said life is in constant motion. She then began to explain how time doesn't just stop for one person, but she wished it did. Because then she would be able to go back in time and stop that one moment from happening. She thought it was all her fault. That was until she moved to the small yet powerful town of Eberly.

There she met a perfect not-so-bad bad-boy.

  They faced idiotic drama, petty fights, betrayal like no other, but in the midst of all of that they fell madly in love.

And it was sappy some could say, cheesy or cliche others would say. Some would even say they were practically destined to be together. The new good girl in town, and the towns local bad boy. It was a match everyone but the two lovers could see.

  The not-so-perfect good girl and the not-so-horrible bad boy had a relationship so complicated yet so simple, that they both knew they would stay together, no matter.

  And here they are. In an Epilogue which will show just how perfectly cliche their relationship was and is.

Here I am, Jessica Michaels. And here he is Spencer Gold.

And this is our after story.

"Emma please stop eating all my leftover pizza. I know Parker knocked you up and that you've been craving it, but I'm going to have to take away your key for Spencer and I's apartment."

  I hear my recently unbearable best friend mutter something under her breath through the phone. I wait for her reply as I continue my walk down one of the many busy streets in New York City, my high heels clicking, making me fit in with all the other business attired people walking down the sidewalk.

"Fine, fine Jess. I'll do as you say... For now. We all know that taking away a key to your apartment definitely won't stop me from stealing some more pizza!" Emma cackles evilly.

  Ugh, someone please help us all get this girl under control? For the past couple of months dear Emma Barren has been quite an overwhelming pregnant women, even her own husband can't last twenty minutes with her until she wants him to go buy her a whole truck load of peanut butter. And in our case, she wants Spencer and I to build her her own pizzeria.

  And I just blurted out something super crazy, I know. Emma Barren? Pregnant women? Her husband?

  You did in fact hear me correctly the first time. For all of those lovely Pemma shippers wondering, yes Pemma is an official official couple, they aren't just dating anymore! Ahh, I still freak out about it sometimes, even though they've been married for well over two years, and they've been dating since high school.

  But the most unbelievable fact of them all is.... It's been seven years since we all graduated together.

  And I'm proud to say that the promise we all made of staying together is still going strong. But of course, what is a promise without a little surprise?

  Of course things have changed in those seven years, take what I just told you about Pemma for example.

"Oh poor Emma, you must be underestimating Spencer and I." I tsk, a smile rising to my face. But the smile doesn't stay for long when I am unable to hide back a deep yawn.

  I can practically hear Emma and Spencer beginning to sigh already, Jess please go have some rest, you've been sleep deprived for over seven years.

  Well, basically four years of med-school, three years of residency, and over eight months of a fellowship really take a lot out of a person.

  And even though they all continued to nag me, even Parker the jokester, they never gave up on me. They knew I could do it. 

"Jessica...." Emma warns. "Why don't we both go back to your apartment and you can let me eat that leftover pizza and you can sleep."

I shake my head even though I know she can't see me. "Sorry not today, I'm coming home late. Tomorrow maybe? We can have a nice girls day?"

We both know that one is a lie though.

"Oh please honey, you say that every time. And trust me, even when we do have spa days you absolutely hate it." Emma scoffs, but I can hear her faintly chuckle.

"Fine." I sign, admitting it.

  In all of these years, these long yet perfect seven years, many things changed, but many things also stayed the same.

Like my Tomboyish ways.

But I had to also sacrifice a bit of my ways, only recently, it was all worth it though.

Because I can finally call myself Doctor Michaels.

"Okay Em, I'm gonna book an uber for myself now, we can talk in a few minutes alright?" I state in a rushed tone. I just looked at the time, and I should've already been driving there already.

"Wait!" She yells abruptly, and at first I just assumed she was gonna ask me to pick her up a Cinnabon or a large fry. "What are you doing? The clinic doesn't even need you right now! You take Friday afternoon and night off."

  Of course Emma would be the one who memorized my work schedule. The only other person who would do that is at work right now anyways, at least I though he was.

Little did I know, I was so wrong.

"There's something I have to do." I say simply, not even answering her question fully. But it was the truth. I've been waiting to go there since I thought of doing so, the day my fellowship at Tribeca  Medical Centre.

  I stopped walking on the sidewalk quite awhile ago. Now I stand on the sidelines, looking around at all the busy people, in their own little bubbles. As I'm in my own little busy bubble.

Sensing I'm about to hang up, Emma quickly begins. "Wait Jess! What are you doing? Go back to your apartment! I'm telling Spen-"

That's all I hear before I hang up, not even caring she's calling him.

Spencer Gold is probably the only on in the world who entirely understands me. So he would know that when I say I have to do something, I really have to do something.

But this is completely unlike me.

  Usually, I'm the women who follows routine, who fits in perfectly with life. I'm the women who has the perfect boyfriend and romance, and the perfect job.

I wait around for only a few minutes for my uber, sitting outside in an adorable little cafe, sipping my warm coffee.

I honestly didn't mind waiting around anymore, now that I have everything I could've wanted, I'm calm.

I just have to go there.

Suddenly out of the blue, my phone begins ringing from where I placed on the little table. I lift it up to see the name of yet another important person in my life.

Usually I would smile lovingly at the picture of her and Nathan, both of them sticking their tongues out, but now it makes me frown.

Reluctantly I answer her. "Hi Lily." My voice was still soft, but it was filled with guilt.

"Why aren't you answer anyone's calls?" Her young yet mature voice was firm. She was calling from the brand new phone Nathan and I got her for her thirteenth birthday. It was mostly for her to get in contact with him or Mrs. Gold for soccer and after school activities. But I also made it convenient for her to call Spencer and I more.

I almost laughed right there. Here she was, at the age of thirteen, being so worried about me, whose already twenty four.

"Seriously little flower relax, I've only been off of work for a couple hours now, and you know how bad traffic is in the city." I laugh slightly, trying to cheer her up. I take a sip of my warm espresso, full of cream, just the way I like it.

"Of course I do Jess, I come and visit you guys all the time, but I won't anymore if you go and run away or do something crazy." She scolds, and I can literally hear a combination of both mom and dad in her voice. Mom was the responsible nagger who could be fierce when she needed to, and dad had the sadness and softness.

"Oh come on Lily, we both know I would never run away. I love the city and the people in the city too much." I smile, looking around the view around me again, the shiny buildings, the bright vibrant red, orange, and yellow trees in the background, and the hustle and bustle of the people.

I could tell she was chewing her gums, I could tell she was closing her eyes, she was worried about me. The only problem was that she didn't need to worry at all. There was nothing to worry about.

"I know Jess, you have the perfect life. Which is why you have to go back to your apartment. Everyone gets scared of change, and the only way to overcome it is to go through it." Lily the wise young girl states.

But I was just confused. "What change? Nothing's happening little flower, I've already been hired at the clinic, and I'm all done with schooling...."

There's something off, and now she's trying to cover it up. "Oh yea, never mind I guess, I'm just getting worried for nothing I guess."

"You and everyone else except...." I trail off, not wanting to acknowledge the last part, frowning.

I get up when I see an uber pull up to the curb beside the little coffee shop.

"He really does care Jess, Spencer cares about you more than anything else in this world, trust me. That guy needs you more than the air he breaths." Lily giggles, hoping to cheer me up.

I don't reply for a second, until I have to say goodbye. "Bye my little flower." I smile, knowing she knows I'm doing so. "Oh and be sure to ace that science test you have tomorrow, I know you've been studying hard."

  I hear Nathan yell in the background, 'Of course she will, she's been cooped up in her room every since she got home from school'.

"Bye Jess, be sure to not be afraid of change, and please know that Spencer loves you more than he can possibly show you."

With that I end the call, and hop into the uber.

"Where to exactly Miss?" The driver asks with a happy smile on his face.

"The corner of Fifth Avenue and Central Park please."

And I didn't even notice the weird glance he gave me, for I was too busy listening to the old song on the radio, and looking out the window at the beautifully different coloured leaves falling from the trees.

Love Me Now- John Legend.

A song about how there's uncertainty, both in the world and in relationships, but don't worry about tomorrow. Sometimes you just gotta live in the moment, focus on now, live for now, and love for now.

That's what I'm gonna have to do.

🌸🌸🌸🌸

I remembered the freezing cold winter day here in New York City just like it was yesterday. I remembered the day Spencer and I went to all those fancy university and college exhibits, and then Mrs. Gold got me basically a whole new wardrobe. I remembered the small fight Spencer and I had on Fifth Avenue.

But most importantly, I remembered the day Spencer first told me he was in love with me.

That was all in one day.

I now stand just a few feet away from it all.

I was at the corner of Fifth Avenue and Central Park, looking at the exact spot where the perfect teenage couple once stood.

Everything about that day and onward felt surreal.

Including today.

Emma, Lily, Spencer, Nova, Parker, and everyone else all may think nothing has happened to me recently that would cause me to leave my exact routine, but they don't know everything happens in my life.

I may have the perfect job as the first Pediatrician at Tribeca Medical Centre, and I may be the youngest female doctor there, but I may also have a past. A past that I think about everyday in my job.

As Mick Jagger once said, "The past is a great place and I don't want to regret it or erase it, but I also don't want to be its prisoner".

My past has its worst moments, but all those good moments before it made it so much better. Like me helping my mom put away library books at the High School library, even though I was barely even old enough to read. Like going to my dads office during Take Your Kid To Work Day in grade nine, when he fully opened my eyes into the magical world of medicine.

Medicine really is a magical thing. It has the power to save some, and the power to let others down easily, when the other medicine doesn't have the power to do the first job. I kind of felt the irony in the whole thing. My dad, a fabulous Doctor, lover of medicine and all things saving, was unable to be saved in the end. It was too late for him, and even my mother. He was destroyed, couldn't be saved when all he did was save people everyday.

So why couldn't God just save him as a thank you? Or, couldn't he just let him say goodbye first?

I never understood why, for years and years. Until today.

  I got an unexpected call from Michelle, one of my co-workers, the head of staff actually. Michelle and I were so close, so close that I told her about my past and my parents. Which is probably why I got that unexpected call. All thanks to her. Usually we talk in the mornings, since we are very good friends and understand each other well. But this was something different.

"Hello Dr. Michaels?" Her voice was tight and sophisticated, something it was rarely like around me. Michelle may have been a middle aged women, being 43 years old, but we were extremely close. She treated me just like a daughter, and I was just like her daughter, since she only had one son a couple years younger than me.

I gave a nervous laugh. "Yea Michelle, it's me." I didn't ask why she was so serious, because I knew she would get straight to the point. She reminded me of my mom in that way.

"I need you to pay a visit to a hospital. A certain patient needs a certain visit from you." Her words were restricted and professional, and I immediately knew why. She couldn't reveal confidential patient information over the phone.

I was slightly nervous, since I just became an official Pediatrician at Tribeca a couple of weeks ago, and really, I've only stayed in this centre. "Okay..." I dragged off. "Is this just gonna be another infinitesimal task?"

That's immeasurably small by the way.

"Well, all I can say for now is that this is no task Jessica." She spoke, still talking serious, even though I know she doesn't have to. "Just know that a young girl at Bellevue Hospital Center really need you."

Michelle than gave me the further information, but just the basics. Where she is, what floor, her name, and that I should leave immediately.

With that, I rushed out of the clinic, oddly relieved that I had only one patient today, a three year old boy earlier this morning, so I only had to worry about this young girl who supposedly really needed me. And only me.

So I got into the fancy black car designated just for me, fancy I know, and greeted my driver Chandler, before staring out the window, fully aware that I was about to pass home on the way. Spencer and I's apartment.

Too bad neither of us were home.

I imagined Spencer in his suave office, in his sexy business suit, focusing on different cases, helping his father in the business they both made explode here in New York. And here I was, just on a regular adventure, out to meet the girl by the name of Ramona Atlas.

  I got to the busy bustling hospital, but remembered the directions Michelle told me. I didn't have too much trouble anyways, since I've been to this hospital before, just a few times during my residency. I've been to all the hospitals in the NYU area.

"Hi, I'm here to see Miss Ramona Atlas." I walked up to the secretary's desk on the second floor, in the main hallway, where I was directed to go. I was told to check in first and get her file, right before I go in though, for some odd reason.

"Ah yes, you must be Doctor Michaels, the nurses have been waiting for you." I didn't miss the look on the older women's face at first. She was surprised to see someone so young, only twenty five, having a full job as a Pediatrician. But then assumed I was by my casual attire. What can I say, today was my Lazy Friday? Spencer was also dressing down today, don't worry.

"Okay, may I ask why exactly am I here?" I asked the question I had been etching to ask.

The secretary didn't look surprised at all. "Well, here's her file. I think that will tell you everything you need to know."

She handed me a very thin file, and then went back to her work.

I opened it see only one lose piece of paper. On it said various things such as her age, full name, address, parents. But what caught my eye at first was her medical information.

She was only in here for passing out at a crash scene, and for a slight cut on her forehead.

My heartbeat speed up, but it drop so slow when I saw the last piece of information.

Car crash victim.
Parents both dead at scene.
No other relatives in car at the scene.
Crash reason undetermined.

I felt familiarity so strong, that it was as my heart jumped out of my chest in pain for her.

I don't know how I did it, but somehow I found myself outside of a small conference room, one similar to the room I was in after walking up in that hospital room over seven years ago.

I knocked on the door strongly yet still gently. I knew there would be a destroyed young girl in there.

  But then as a social worker opened the door, looking at me expectantly, I froze. It all came rushing back to me, as soon as I saw the broken girl. The orphan who still looked lost.

That was once me, but losing the two people closest to you, you can't escape that. You just have to except it, and cherish them throughout your life.

And that's exactly what I told Ramona Atlas. But first, I walked over to the girl sitting collapsed in an office chair. She watched me come over to her, her young brown eyes filled with complete and utter disparity.  Ramona was only fourteen years old.

"Hi Ramona, I'm Doctor Michaels." I sat down in the chair beside her, and give her barely a smile, just enough to show that I'm friendly. "You can call me Jess though."

I watched as she scanned her eyes over my doctor coat, over the stickers and pins I placed on it the day I became a Pediatrician. The soccer ball, heart, puppy, book, and the smiley face. "You're a Pediatrician?" Her voice was hoarse, meaning she hadn't talked in quite awhile.

"Yep." I nodded my head. "How did you know that?"

Ramona gave a slight shrug. "My mom and I watch Grey's Anatomy together-" She noticed her first mistake. "We watched it together." She corrects, sadness coming back onto her face.

"Well, if you guys watched Grey's Anatomy together than you would've seen many scenes familiar to this." I paused. "Where the doctors talk to the family members." 

She nodded her head, giving me a slight glare. "So if this the part where you tell me I have to go live with some random relative, or better yet, a foster family?"

I liked this girl. She was fierce, even in her weakest moments. I shock my head. "Do you have any nicknames Ramona?"

Ramona was confused now. "Yes, my best friend calls me Ram Ham.... And my dad called me Mona."

"My dad called me Jessa."

Ramona whispered. "Called?"

I nodded my head tightly. "My parents died in a car crash when I was seventeen. I was in the car with them, but somehow, I got out without barely a scratch. Just like you." I motioned to the bandaged on the right side of her forehead.

She eyes shined back at me in amazement. "How did you go through it?"

Her question wasn't exact, yet somehow I knew exactly what she was talking about. "You don't go through it, you try and try to push out the pain and lose, but in the end, it never stops. The first year is the worst, when you have your first Christmas or your birthday without them. But then it fades away, but they are still there. You have to cherish them. That's why I became a doctor just like my father."

"My father was a paramedic you know. My mom was a teacher, high school teacher..." She gave a small laugh. "I don't know why, most teenagers are crazy."

I couldn't comprehend how alike we were. "Maybe I'll see you around someday then Ramona." I hinted, with a tiny smile. She would be a paramedic. I stood up already to leave.

"Wait!" Her voice stopped me. "Can we keep in touch?"

"Of course." I looked at her proudly. I took away her pain, for now. We added each other as contacts in each other's phones and talked for quite awhile, before I decided I need to go.

"Goodbye Ramona." I looked behind at her from the door, fully aware the two social workers and  two nurses in the room were still looking at me as if I was an angel from heaven.

"Goodbye Jess." Ramona tucked a piece of her long blonde hair behind her ear, making me do the same with my own. Except mine was just a few inches shorter than it used to be.

"Remember, your parents have only ever wanted you to be happy, even if that means without them. And that might be hard for you, because you will never escape the pain, I never did. Losing the two people closest to you, you just have to except it, and cherish them and what they did for you."

"So you still struggle with the lose of them Jess? Even today?"

"Every single day. Especially today."

And then I left.

"I'm in love with you too Spence." I whisper, looking over at where the teenage couple once stood. I wish I said it back to him then, making the perfect moment even better. But instead, I was and still am a person who gets scared.

And I was scared earlier, I'll have to admit it. I was scared talking to Ramona, because if I said the wrong thing, I could destroy her even more. I just hope I said the right words.

It's November 18th, 2023. Three days after the day marking seven and a half months away from my saviours.

But I do have another saviour. And little did I know, today would mark another important day for us.

"I love you mom and dad." I then whisper, looking at the park.

Preparing to leave already, I turn my eyes and body over to the busy Disney Store. I smile to myself like a fool, remembering what happened right after Spencer told me those three words.

And so I wonder, how are Paul and Gary doing?

  Feeling eyes on my so suddenly, I begin walking away from the corner. The streets of New York aren't so safe.

"Jess!" A man's voice shouts after me. I would've stopped, but I didn't take my chances. It could just be one of Spencer's drivers trying to get me to go home.

"Itsy-Bitsy sister!" The old and annoying nickname made me freeze right then and there.

Could it be?

I spin around slowly on my heels, as if I'm in one of those sappy music videos or movie scenes.

It's him.

But it's not just him.

"Nathan!" I run up to my brother and into his arms. I feel him wrap his strong arms around me.

"What, you aren't even acknowledge me? I came all the way from fudging London just to see you? Oh, that's right, you only love my younger less hot brother."

"Hi Sean." I fake annoyance for a second, before breaking out into a full grin and hugging him.

After hugging both of them, I stand in front of Nathan and Sean. The two, like brothers, stand smiling at me with what looks to be pride, and... Determination?

"So um, why are you here?" I furrow my eyebrows, looking at the matured men. Both have found lovers, both are about to start a family, I'm pretty sure. Nathan did indeed get his girl, the one he was chasing around college, and now, they have a one year old daughter, named Violet. They continued my mothers adorable legacy of flower names. Violet is also the most beautiful baby I have ever seen, making Lily and I both very proud Aunts.

  As for Sean, well, he is still the same 'manwhore' I first met at Spencer's house. Except, dare I say it, there is this one girl, Juilet. He still hasn't been able to get her, she's a fierce one, let me tell you. Sean has been trying to make her his official girlfriend for a couple months now, and  I'm sure she's the one for him.

"Would you like to explain mate?" Sean in his British accent he got since being in England for a couple of years now. He pats Nathan jokingly on the back.

"All we can say is.... Here's your first card." Nathan pulls a fancy envelope, full of colour. It was a marble of blue and green to be exact. They were splattered together.

I take the card from him slowly, looking up at both of them with calculating eyes. "But it's not Spencer and I's anniversary?"

The two of each other turn their heads to stare at each other blankly as soon as I say that. Sean looks back down at me. "We all figured you would say that, which is why I would just like to say, please, just open the damn card."

Still confused, I do as he says.

First day I met you, where were we? (Sorry this is such a bland first card, but please don't go all the way back to Eberly.)

I'm sure you'll find me kitten, soon or later.

Your badass boyfriend.

I laugh and smile at Spencer's antics, but then frown a couple seconds laughter. "Seriously, why is he putting on a scavenger hunt now? Our anniversary isn't for like a couple months..."

Nathan just grins evilly. "Go try and find him, then you will know."

I think for a moment, before my voice gets quiet. "Is it because of mom and dad?"

Spencer knew I was upset these past couple of days, I hadn't been taking their seven and a half year death anniversary well. With me ending my fellowship and getting a full time job just before then, I had been emotional.

"Why don't you just stop asking us and ask the guy behind it all?" Sean answers my question, with yet another question.

I sign. "Off to find the next clue I guess."

I begin to turn around, but then I stop and look back to them. "When will I see you guys again?"

I didn't want to say goodbye, I was never good at them.

"Sooner than you think Jess, sooner than you think."

Both of their eyes twinkled with mischief as I left.

I knew exactly where I was going, and really, I was already there.

Central Park.

So I walked down the sidewalk and away from my two brothers, and on to find the next clue card. Usually, someone like Emma, Parker, or Nova would start the scavenger hunt for Spencer, but this time was different. Sean came all the way from England, and Nathan came all the way from well, Eberly.

Little did I know, many more people joined in on Spencer's Scavenger Hunt.

I find myself walking down the path Spencer and I take whenever we go on our regular runs. I am still in awe at all the beautiful colours of the leaves. But I focus, and look for a card that Spencer could've possibly hide. He's brought me here a couple of times before, for our first year and fifth year anniversary. And both times he's hid a card on the side of a post.

So I continue walking down the huge pathway when all of a sudden I freeze when I look up and see them.

Spencer definitely didn't put a card on a post this year.

"Brian..." I breath in shock. "Nova..."

I not just shocked that Brian is here, and has flown exactly 785 miles just to give me a card, but that they are together. Brian and Nova. Nova and Brian. The couple we all thought could survive long distance, but after two years, it all crumbled down.

  Well, technically it didn't all crumble down or shatter or anything like you expect long distance couples to do, it just ended. They both thought at the exact same time that it just didn't feel right then, and that even though their feelings for each other were strong, they both couldn't take being away from each other. It's like when you hear an elderly couples story of how when one passes away, the other passes away a couple days or weeks after the other, even if they were like a 100 years old. Nova and Brian only lasted so long without seeing each other.

They promised each other that if either of them find everything they've ever wanted, and they still need the other, then they will tell the other. It's been almost five years since that day. And neither has told the other that.

I thought they haven't seen each other since the day Brian flew back to Michigan, to continue his approximately 12 years of schooling to become a neurosurgeon. Since the day Nova left her loft for a month and travelled around Europe alone.

"Bitch I can literally see the wheels in your head spinning, so please, do us all a favour and tell us what you're thinking?" Nova puts a hand on her hip, making me scan her outfit.

  Out of all of us, Nova has probably changed the most. I mean, she still has the killer eyeliner, and black attire. But she's changed the most as a person. Her newest hair colour is her dark brown with an ombré of silver through her medium length hair that goes just below her shoulders.

"I'm thinking, why the fudge is Spencer getting all these people here just to deliver me cards?" I smile and pull them both into a hug.

"Well I'm glad to see you haven't changed since I was gone." Nova smirks, motioning to my outfit. They all know it was lazy Friday for me though.

  Nova was recently in Los Angeles for business. Spencer wasn't the only one who has blown up in the job force. Nova Brissa is a rising artist, about to be known all around the States for her unique charcoal drawings, her extremely difficult portraits, and her watercolour paintings.

"Me too." Brian adds smiling as he adjusts his glasses.

"So neither of you have changed much either." I look at both of them. "Love the new hair colour though Nova."

I'm about to touch her hair but she smacks my hand away. "We don't have time for small talk,"

"Here's your card." Brian finishes Nova's sentence, handing me the same sized envelope as the last one. Except this one has a bunch of soccer balls and puppies on it.

I smile like a goof again as I read the card.

  I can just imagine you reading this, I know all of this is making you go insane. So, Jess the control freak, I guess I'll be the good guy and give you your next clue.

Go to the place Julie and Jim said we had a strong connection. If they are right, then you would already know where to go, and you would know not to go all the way too the top for a tour from poor, poor Lester.

Your British Boyfriend.

"So?" Brian looks at me with excitement. "Where are you going?"

I look at him with a grin. "The Empire State Building."

"Oh that means you're gonna pass Trump Tower on the way right? Can you do me a favour and spit on one of the windows of the building?" Nova the feminist jokes, at least I think she's joking. Choosing him as our 45th president wasn't the greatest idea, everyone has to admit.

"How about you just focus on going to the Empire State Building?" Brian smiles at me.

"So I'll see you guys later right?" My voice was uncertain and soft.

"Of course now go and find your cheesy boyfriend." Nova pushes me away from them and winks at me.

I knew they were going to talk after.

So I left Nova and Brian.

Who would be next? I think as I sit in the back of a taxi.

And within minutes I'm there.

I step out of the taxi after thanking and paying the driver. I look up at the fall building, craning my neck.

"How am I suppose to find the next card or people in there?" I mutter to myself. I suddenly feel the cold wind freeze me and I wrap my thin doctors coat tighter around myself.

Then I remember. Oh, he doesn't want me to go up it.

I'm supposed to look for a family face in the middle of the bustling crowd at the bottom.

After a few minutes I find no one, and am about to give up and call Spencer when unexpectedly I spot a head of red hair standing near me. And two brunettes.

I squeeze my way through the people between us and come face to face with them.

"So how is my not officially adopted daughter?" A beautiful voice rings through my head, as I look at the gorgeous middle aged woman in front of me.

"Mrs. Gold!" I squeal, as both of us hug each other instantly.

"Seriously, seven years, and you still occasionally fail to call me by my first name?" She jokes, nudging me.

"Sorry Ruby." I grin for ear to ear.

I look over at the two brunettes. "So, which one of you has the envelope?"

"Well of course Emma does, I mean, my wife is the real control freak here right?" Parker wraps his arm around Emma, who just glares at him.

"Wait, so why did you want me to come back to my apartment if you were going to be here anyways?" I raise my eyebrow at her, and place a suspicious hand on my hip.

Emma looks like she's about to explode, just her hormones though, not the actual baby. She's only four months along. "Are you kidding me! You were suppose to go-" She cuts herself off as her eyes widen. I guess I was suppose to go home? "Actually, we can't tell you anything!"

"Except that Spencer wants you to find him Jess." Mrs. Gold looks at me with a twinkle of mischief and something I can't detect.

"So here's your last envelope." Emma holds out a smaller envelope. It has words written all over it. Like NorthWood High, NYU, Doctor Michaels, Lawyer Gold, Kitten, Spence. There's also various dates written, like the day we first met, our first kiss etc.

Weren't we just the craziest kids?
It's a good thing we finally grew up huh Kitten? Well, as you can see from my Scavenger Hunt, I never really did....

But your last place is probably the easiest. You know where to go at the end of any busy day, and as soon as you get there, we both cuddle and fall asleep. And then we order a pizza, speaking of pizza, can you get me some pizza.. Girl?

It's the place we call home.

Your childish boyfriend.

I put a hand to my mouth in shock. Not just at the letter but at the woman who stands before me.

The girl who gave me the forever nickname.

Clarissa Simmons.

"You're not just a pizza girl Jess." The grown up woman looks down at me.

It's weird because she's changed, but then in a way she hasn't. Clarissa Simmons smiles at me as I go in to hug her, my eyes squeeze shut as I try not to cry. Practically everyone, including Clarissa, has come from all over the world just to see me... And deliver me a card? Clarissa came from Los Angeles...That suddenly makes me wonder, did Nova and her come together?

If that is true then all I can say is, things really have changed since High School.

"Now go get your man. But first, get him a good box of pizza, for me?"

I smile as a few tears trail down my face and I nod my head at her.

So I get into a taxi, but not before looking back at them.

Clarissa, Emma, Parker, and Mrs. Gold, all coming together for... A Scavenger Hunt?

The ride home I am full of confusion yet I'm also absolutely nervous. Why would he do all this?

  I made sure to stop at our favourite pizza restaurant, the one we went to when we first came to New York City together, and got our favourite pizza. Just the basic pepperoni.

  I now stand in front of the apartment door, my one hand holding the pizza box and the other hovering over the door handle.

Why do I feel like the second I open the door everything is going to change?

Because I know it will. But this time, I'm not afraid of change.

So you know what I do?

I open the door.

And there's nothing there.

  I walk through the doorway and go into the empty kitchen. I place my purse on the table, just like everyday.

"Spence?" My voice is soft, but I know that if he was really here he would hear me.

Still dead silence.

And so I walk into the living room. And that's really when everything changes.

  The whole living room has been transformed. In here, in now like a shrine of our entire relationship. Pictures of us, pictures of each other. Soccer pictures, baby pictures, family pictures. There's pictures of our graffiti art taped up on the wall with the rest of it. There's concert tickets, movie tickets, soccer game tickets. Our degrees are even hung up on the wall. Around the floor is scattered boxes of pizza, cans of spray paint, skates (that's another story for another time), and dozens of soccer balls. There's even soft music playing in the background.

Better Place- Rachel Platten

It's our first date song. It's our song.

And it's the people in the room that I see next. All of them.

Nathan, Sean, Nova, Brian, Emma, Parker, Mrs. Gold, Clarissa, Jace, and Mr. Gold.

And then I see him. With Lily on his one side and Sam on the other. And he's all I see after that.

"Jessica Rose Michaels." Spencer looks at me with that look I once never understand. He looks at me like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world, with complete and utter love and passion. Even though he's the one in a suit.

My heartbeat quickens when I realize what this all is.

Spencer notices my reaction and smiles at me. "It took you this long to figure it out, holy fudgenuggets my kitten sure is oblivious."

I roll my eyes at him, before they trail to the rest of the room. My old sketches are even here, which are horrible compared to Nova's work that we actually have framed.

  I hear a bark in agreement and I then see Pizza sitting beside Sam. I bet Spencer would've made Sam hold him, but even the thirteen year old would be squashed the the above average sized husky golden retriever mix.

  I smile and put a hand to my mouth for what feels like the hundredth time today. My eyes feel misty again, oh gosh.

"I know you are probably too shocked to say anything right now, so I'm just gonna keep talking." Spencer says. "I assume you got the pizza?"

I nod my head. "Our favourite." My voice is weak, but I still laugh.

I can feel everyone's eyes on us still, but I don't care.

"I'm going to start my amazing speech right now okay?" Spencer looks at me and I nod my head for him to continue. "Well, Jessica Michaels, Kitten, Doctor Michaels, I would just like to say that I love you so fudging much, but I've waited way too long to do this. I mean, I know you said years ago that you wanted to me wait until you were all settled into being Doctor, but it's almost been eight years! Parker over here got to marry Emma almost three years ago! And, they almost have their first child!"

"Yea!" Parker cheers, trying to get Nathan or Sean to high five him. Neither of them do, so he even attempts to get Mr. Gold to.

Emma hisses something to him I can't hear, but it makes him stop and he turns right back to looking at us.

"So I couldn't really take it anymore, I mean, what type of loser has to wait eight years until he can propose to his girlfriend?" He pauses, his green eyes still staring deeply into my blue ones. "You know, I actually had this whole like three minute speech prepared, but now that you're here, I just can't wait any longer. Even three more minutes."

I giggle and watch as he talks a small box from Lily, that I just realized.

"So what do you say kitten? After all of this that these guys had to do, and well me...Will you marry me?"

I don't even have to tell you what I said. Because we all know I would've said yes years ago. Because all in all....

I love Spencer Gold more than I love pizza. And I'm Pizza Girl.