My hand was falling asleep from holding up my head, as I stared down at my books, scattered across the table in the campus library. I had been here studying for the last two hours and was just about ready to lose my mind. I'm pretty sure I had just been staring at the pages for the last half hour, liking to think that I was actually studying.

Sighing, I picked up my pencil and started twiddling it around in my fingers, staring at it blankly. I let my focus zone out of the pencil and zone in on the happy couple, the next table over. It made me think of Lucas. How lucky of them to be able to be together whenever they pleased.

I have to say though, for being so far apart, Lucas and I were doing pretty good if I do say so myself. We had ended up going to different schools. It was a little over a three hour drive, and even though that wasn't even as bad as a plane ride away, it was still pretty hard. Especially when you usually never went a day without seeing that person.

We usually managed for one of us to go see the other for the week end, at least once a month. We were both so busy with our school, and mainly football and soccer right now that that was all we could manage.

But of course, there were the months we couldn't see each other. He was busy with football and me with soccer. And of course other random life things that popped up. So there'd be times when we'd go two or so months without seeing each other, which sucked. But it was always great when we were together.

This month, and the last, were unfortunately one of those times where he wouldn't be able to come see me, and I couldn't see him. I had a huge load of school work, and his football had practically taken over his life. This weekend in particular, he had an away game.

That didn't mean we didn't still talk though. In fact we probably talked to each other about 3 times a day at least, having lengthy conversations on the phone. If I was ever upset about something, I'd call him, sobbing into the phone, and he'd feel terrible because he wasn't there to do anything, but usually found a way of making me feel better anyway. Since Nate went here with me, he would usually get a hold of him and demand that he come to my room and make me feel better since Lucas couldn't be there to do it himself.

But like any couple, especially long distance couples, there were fights. In fact, we had broken up exactly three times since leaving each other. If you could even call them that though. The longest lasted about a day, and then the two of us were calling each other, constantly saying how sorry we were and that we didn't mean anything we said.

Plus, Lucas didn't like the idea of me making new friends that were guys. It certainly didn't help when one of my male friends answered my cell phone while I was gone to the bathroom. That one set him right off. And it had been Troy who called and told me, and I quote, "Please call your boyfriend, and make him calm the fuck down."

There were many phone calls where I would get angry at him and tell him I hated him, and he would simply reply, "No you don't." Then I'd quickly realize he was right, and agree.

So sure, there were times when we fought, a lot. But as soon as we saw each other, after a month or two, it was all forgotten, and all I wanted to do was kiss him.

Usually we talked every day, but I hadn't even spoken to him in the last four days, because we were both so busy and kept missing each other.

Even though I knew he was in class, or at football every time I called and got his answering machine, I decided to leave him some messages anyway. Some consisting of: "Hey, please actually pick up your phone before I break up with you." And, "Hey, so I was thinking maybe we should get some friends with benefits at our own school to keep us satisfied? So I'm just going to take this no answer as a go ahead, kay? Love you!"

Although, I had my own from him from when I missed his calls too. So we were equal.

My cell phone started vibrating in my pocket, and even though I probably shouldn't have been talking on my phone in the library, I did anyway. I pulled it out and smiled as I saw Lucas' name on the caller ID. What a coincidence.

"Hey," I whispered, answering the call.

"Hm, and here I thought we were fighting again and you were ignoring my calls," he laughed.

"Of course not," I smiled. It was good to actually hear his voice. Too bad I couldn't actually see him. "Didn't you get my messages?"

He chuckled, and even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was doing that sexy grin of his. "Yes. You're crazy, you know that?"

"Mhm, sure," I replied quietly, flipping over some sheets that I was kind of studying.

"Why are you whispering?" He asked.

"I'm in the library." I sat back in my chair. "What are you doing?"

"Just got to where our game is with the team."

"Oh," I muttered. "Well that sounds much better than coming to see your lonely girlfriend. Who you haven't seen in two months may I add," I grinned.

"Don't make me feel bad."

"Just saying," I smiled, listening to his laugh through the phone. I frowned, "I miss you."

"I miss you too, Sand. But I'm gonna come see you as soon as I can. I promise. And then you'll be all mine for the weekend." I could hear the grin in his voice. I smiled and continued watching the couple in front of me.

"Where are you anyway?" I knew he couldn't be with his team because usually when he called and was with them, all I could hear was their loud, rowdy laughter and yelling. And Troy usually grabbed the phone from him.

"In the library, checking out this hot girl."

I froze, noting that I could hear his voice through my phone and from behind me.

I spun around in my seat and dropped my jaw as I saw him standing there. He grinned at me and snapped his phone shut. "Your roommate said I'd find you here."

I let out a squeak of delight and shot out of my chair, throwing my arms around him, earning some nasty glares from the other people trying to study quietly. He hugged onto me tightly and picked me up, spinning me around once then setting me back down.

"What are you doing here?!" I smiled, and spoke loudly. Some people around me shushed me, but I brushed them off and continued to smile at him. I hadn't seen him in two months, and I was gonna be excited about it. So they could deal with it.

"Well if you paid any attention to any of your schools sports teams other than soccer, you'd know that my game is here, stupid." He grinned, and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "God, I missed you."

I smiled widely at him and tried to contain my excitement. "I can't even believe you're here right now. Come on, let's get out of here before they kick me out." I grinned, noticing the librarian among other students giving me dirty looks.

He gathered up my stuff more quickly than I could, and then was tugging on my hand, pulling me out of the library. Once we were outside in the open, I was pressed up against the wall and his lips were on mine. I could feel the huge smile spreading across my face into our kiss, and I couldn't fight off the giddy feeling in my stomach.

"You should have told me you were coming. I could have been with my other boyfriend today," I smiled.

He rolled his eyes and smiled at me, then lightly squeezed my sides, grinning at me. "I don't think we should go this long without seeing each other. It's not healthy."

"Well it's always good when we're finally together," I smiled, tightening my arms around his neck. I loved the fact that even though we hadn't seen each other in two months, it was automatically natural as soon as we saw each other. "My room mate will be gone out tonight, which mean the rooms all ours."

He grinned widely at me and kissed me slowly, and it felt so good to actually physically feel him. "I should stay away longer; it makes you want me more. You're so needy for me," he smirked cockily.

"Fine we won't. I can hold off." I smiled, challenging him. He shook his head and pushed me more into the wall.

"Oh yes we will," he bowed his head down to my ear. "Because I really need you. And I haven't seen you in about two months, and I'm getting really attracted to you right now. So you're all mine tonight..."

"Works for me," I grinned, smiling up at him and just staring at him for a minute in silence. "I'm so happy you're here," I sighed. "It's hard not having you here, all the time."

"I know," he lightly kissed my forehead. "But just remember how great everything's going to be after we're all done. It'll be me and you, and we can spend as much time as we want together. We just got to prove that we can get through these couple of years. And well, speaking of all that..." he seemed nervous for a second. But before he could continue...

"Sandra Hennesey!" I heard an amused, familiar voice say. Lucas rolled his eyes, and smiled at me, taking a step back so I could look over his shoulder at Troy. It had been so long since I had seen him, and of course I missed him as well.

He smiled and gave me a hug. "Miss me?" he grinned.

"Of course," I smiled. He glanced over my shoulder towards Lucas, and grinned at him.

"Jeez, what's the look for? I just wanted to say hi."

"I was kind of in the middle of something," he said, annoyed.

"You've got all week end." Troy rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay, stop acting so immature. There's plenty of me to go around," I smirked. Lucas grabbed onto my hand and tugged me to his side.

"Well I call you now. Go flirt with some girls Troy," he shooed him off.

"Alright, I can tell when I'm not wanted. You two go fulfill your sexual needs for each other then," he smirked. I rolled my eyes and shoved him, watching him walk off through my campus as if he owned the place.

I spun around and smiled brightly at Lucas. "Come on, let's go back to my room."

"Sounds good," he grinned, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me towards my dorm room, knowing the way just as well as I did. And I practically skipped through the entire campus.

Luckily, my room mate was totally cool and didn't mind Lucas being there when he was. Her name was Bridget and she played on the soccer team with me, which made us getting to know each other a lot easier. She had her own boyfriend here at university with us so didn't mind giving Lucas and I the room when we needed it. From the many times Lucas had been here, the two of them had made friends with each other, but still tended to pick at each other friendly.

"Hey Bridge," I said, walking through the door. She glanced up and saw Lucas there, then rolled her eyes in a joking matter.

"Hey Sand...hi Lucas." She finished flatly. "Good you're here, now she won't be moping around when she gets off her million hour phone conversations with you."

"Hi Bridget." He said back in the same tone, grinning.

"So let me guess," she spun around from her computer. "Lucas is here for the week end so I should make sure to stay clear from the room every once in a while and let you two do your thing." She winked.

"It would be appreciated," I smiled."

She eyed the two of us and smirked. "Let me guess again. You want me to leave now?" Lucas and I both smiled and nodded our heads in unison. "Alright," she sighed over dramatically, grinning as she got up. "You're lucky I like you two so much and feel bad that you don't get to see each other every day. And that I have a boyfriend to take my poor roomless but in—"

"Okay get out." I smiled. She rolled her eyes at the two of us, and left the room, hollering something about being safe over her shoulder while laughing.

After she left, it just went really quiet. But a good quiet. And the two of us just stood a few feet away from each other, and just stared at each other for a minute.

After a moment, he stepped forward with a smile on his face, and gently twirled a piece of my hair around his finger. "Your hair got longer since I last saw you."

I smiled gently and shrugged, "That happens in two months."

"Yeah..." he murmured gently. "I don't like that you're changing without me even being here."

I shook my head, smiling. "It's just my hair getting longer. I'm still just me."

He smiled at me, and gently cupped my face in his hands. "I keep forgetting how beautiful you are."

The two of us leaned forward and his lips moved gently against mine. It was such a sweet, soft kiss, which was perfect for how light and happy I was feeling right now. He pulled away and kissed my forehead gently.

"I love you so much, Sand," he said. I frowned because I wished it could always be like this. He nudged my shoulder lightly and grinned slightly, "You gonna smile for me?"

I laughed and kissed him quickly. "Sorry, yeah."

He sat down on my bed and looked around with a smirk on his face. "I can't believe you used to get mad at me for my messy room. Look at your dorm room," he teased. He reached down on the floor and picked up a pair of my underwear that happened to be lying on the floor. He swung them around his finger and grinned at me.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed them from him, causing him to laugh. But sadly he was right. The room was a mess. And now that he pointed it out, it was bothering me.

I started to clean up, as he sat and watched me, and we actually had the opportunity to catch up in each others lives.

"How's soccer going?" he asked, lying back on my bed with his hands resting behind his head.

"Well other than the fact that my coach has a personal grudge with me and pushes me harder than anyone else, fine I guess," I shrugged, folding some clothes and putting them away.

"That's because you're the best one on the team, Sand."

"No I'm not," I rolled my eyes.

He started filling me in on his family, who I missed as much as my own. How Hayden was gaining his leading spot in high school, just like his older brother. How Leah was in a relationship with a guy who actually wasn't an asshole. How his Mom asked about me every time she talked to him.

I picked up a pair of soccer shorts and threw them into the hamper in the corner of my room, then felt Lucas' arms wrap around me from behind, and he rested his chin on top of my shoulder.

"Come here," he murmured. He gently tugged me towards the bed and sat down, pulling me onto his lap. "I can only watch you for so long before I get some urges you know," he grinned.

"See, that's what I meant by my voicemail for you. Friends with benefits would help keep those under control. It's not good to have them built up," I smiled.

He laughed, and ran his thumb across my cheek. "Let's get that under control then," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine.

My hands clung tightly to his shoulders, and our mouths fused together. His mouth was hot against mine, and it was hands down one of the best kisses I could remember between us. His hand pressed my back closer to his body, and his other, slowly reached up and pulled the elastic out of my hair, letting my hair fall down onto my shoulder, then he ran his free hand through it.

He slowly fell back onto the bed, pulling me down with him. He broke away for two seconds, and his eyes had a smouldering gaze in them as he looked at me.

"We don't have to do this right now if you don't want," he breathed quickly.

"Shut up," I smiled, smashing my lips back to his, and muffling out his laughter.

It had been a long time since this had happened, and I think it was the first thing we needed to get done before we did anything else.

Our lips pulled away briefly for some well needed air, and it was only a matter of time before the clothes were flying off.

I slipped his shirt off over his head, and his mouth went to my neck, gently sucking and kissing it. He smiled against my skin, knowing it was my weak spot and using it to his advantage.

Wanting his lips back on mine, I pulled him back up to my mouth.

And we were about to make up for some lost time.

A little while later, Lucas collapsed down next to me, after taking up Troy's advice on fulfilling each others sexual needs. He pulled my body closer to his, the two of us smiling lazily at each other.

"I love you," he whispered softly into my hair.

"I love you too." I tucked my head into the nook of his neck and closed my eyes, smiling to myself. "I miss doing that regularly."

I felt his chest vibrate from laughter, and he kissed my forehead. "Trust me, me too. Remember that whole last month of summer before we left for school?" he grinned.

I chuckled and nodded my head.

It fell into a comfortable silence, and then he was all of a sudden bunching the blankets up in his hands and passing them to me to cover myself up while he threw on his pair of boxers.

"I have to give you something," he said, as he did all this. I put some clothes on so that I wouldn't have to hold the blanket up and smiled curiously as I watched him fumble around with his jeans digging into one of the pockets.

He suddenly stopped then lifted his eyes to look at me, and smiled. I smiled back and nodded for him to go on. He nodded and cleared his throat.

"I, uh—I wanted to—" He was cut off when his cell phone started ringing. We both looked down at it, and he looked up at me.

"Answer it, it's okay," I shrugged.

He reluctantly pulled out his cell phone and growled when he looked at the caller ID. "What Troy?" he snapped.

I watched him silently, only hearing his side of the conversation.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Right now? Can it wait?" He listened to what Troy was saying. "I'm doing something right now." He listened again then sighed loudly. "Yeah, fine. I'll be there in a few minutes."

He shut his phone and looked up at me and frowned. "I gotta go for a little while. Coach is calling a team meeting before our game tonight."

I smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll just see you after your game tonight."

He leaned forward and kissed me twice. "I'm sorry baby."

I shrugged indifferently, "You're here for football, it's okay."

"I'm here for you."

"For football."

"Sandra," he said sternly. I laughed and clasped my hands around his neck and pulled him in for a few more kisses.

He pulled on his jeans and shirt and kissed me on the cheek one more time. "I'll see you later okay?"

"Okay," I smiled.

He left out the door, and then grabbed onto the door frame at the last second and reappeared in the door. "Hey,"

I lifted my head and looked at him curiously. "What?"

He smiled at me gently, "Love you."

I always liked watching Lucas play football. And even more now, since I didn't get to see him as much. He had always been good, but since joining this new team, he had gotten even better.

I sat proudly in the bleachers watching him play that night, most likely the only person from my school hoping that the other team won.

I still had no idea what was going on, but was happy with letting my eyes follow Lucas around the field. By the time it ended, well I had no idea who won, but hopped off the bleachers, not really caring that much none the less.

I patiently waited for the crowd to dissipate, and then soon enough, out came Lucas, with his helmet under his arm.

He grinned widely as I catapulted myself into his arms. "Did you win?"

He laughed and shook his head, "No."

I pulled back my head to look at him. "Oh, well why are you smiling?"

"Hm? Oh I didn't really care about the game. Honestly, I didn't even really play that hard at the end there. It's hard to focus on the game when I know you're actually in a reasonable distance of me now, instead of miles and miles away."

I smiled and pulled him down closer to me so that we could fuse our lips together again. If I had the lung capacity to do this for the whole week end, then I probably would. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I tried to ignore the amount of sweat that was probably on his body at the moment.

A couple of his team mates, who I had met once or twice walked by and whistled at us.

"Someone's getting laid tonight," they called out, grinning.

Lucas smirked at them as they passed, then smiled down at me. "Pft, obviously they don't know us well enough to realize that we wouldn't wait until tonight. I already got laid," he smiled.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him, "You smell super bad."

"That happens when I run around for a while."

"Well go shower or something. Then do you want to go get something to eat?" I said all very quickly and smiled.

He laughed and put his arm around my shoulder and led us off the field. "Sure thing, Andy."

I looked up at him and raised a brow, "When is your team going home?"

"Tomorrow, but Troy and I drove up ourselves. So we're staying until Sunday evening."

"Maybe I'll just tie you up in my room so you'll never be able to go back," I suggested.

He grinned down at me suggestively, "That sounds like fun."

I smiled and hugged onto his side, "Are you sore from playing?"

"Yeah, a little," he shrugged.

"I'll take care of you tonight," I beamed. "I haven't got to in a while."

He stopped walking, then leaned down and kissed me. "Stop saying such sexy things, or I'm gonna have to pull you behind a building, and go at it there."


"Just saying," he laughed. "I miss having you take care of me. Do you know how much I miss getting your massages?" he grinned. "The girls at my school don't give them near as well as you do."

I didn't respond, and he nudged me in the side and chuckled.

"I'm kidding, Sand."

"Well you're not funny."

"Don't worry baby, I'd never let any girl touch my sore muscles except you."

I actually got some homework done as I waited for Lucas to finish showering. I left the door opened so that he could come in, and shortly after, the door opened and he walked in with a frown on his face.

"I don't like that you shower in co-ed bathrooms."

I averted my eyes up to him, "Like you don't look at other girls in co-ed bathrooms?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Actually I don't."

"It's okay if you do," I muttered, looking back down at my books.

I felt the bed sink down as he sat in front of me. The books in front of me slid away and he tipped my chin up gently so that I would look at him.

His face looked confused as he frowned at me. "Why are you saying that?" I shrugged and didn't respond. "Sandra, seriously, talk to me. You're fine one second, then you won't even talk to me."

"I feel like I'm holding you back sometimes." I blurted out.

"What?" he replied flatly.

"It's just, every time you come here, I'm so happy. But then I think about what it's like when you're not here, for you. You can't honestly tell me you don't have girls coming onto you there all the time. What do you do when Troy is out with girls all the time? Just sit by yourself?"

"Well... yeah. Isn't that what you would want me to do?" He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Yes, of course it is. But I feel terrible about that," I frowned.

He groaned and looked down before looking back up at me. "Sand, I... I don't know how to make this any more clear to you. You freak out about this all the time, and I tell you the same thing every time. I don't care about not being with a girl when Troy is with them okay? I just want to be with you. I'd rather stay with you even if that means not seeing you that much until after university, then being with some random girl I just met."

Now I felt stupid. I hated that he had his emotions in check, much more than I did.

I stayed quiet until I felt his hand brush against my cheek. "You're really worried about us aren't you?" he asked quietly.

I licked my lips and nodded my head sadly.

He pulled away without a word and went to grab something out of his jeans again. But just like last time, he was interrupted when the door swung open and Bridget came in.

"Sorry," she apologised quickly. "Just getting some books, then I'm leaving."

"It's okay," I laughed. "You're totally welcome into your own room." I grinned. "We're leaving to get something to eat anyway."

"Well I'll be gone all night anyway. Have fun," she called, leaving the room. "Oh!" she reappeared in the doorway, "You know we have soccer practice tomorrow morning right?"

"What?" I groaned, "No."

"Well we do," she smirked. "Nine am. See you there."

She waved and left, leaving it to just Lucas and I again. I got up off of the bed, and placed my palm on his cheek, then kissed him softly.

"I'm sorry. I know that everything is going to be fine. I just get really worked up sometimes. Like you said, you can handle these things better than me," I shrugged. "Let's just go, I'm hungry."

"Wait, I have to—"

"It's fine Lucas, let's just go," I smiled and held my hand out to him. He stared at me for a moment, then nodded his head and took my hand smiling.


When we got back to my room that night after eating, we were both in a much better mood. Laughing, and kissing the whole way back.

We had picked a booth that was at the back of the restaurant and kind of private, and mostly just kissed and laughed while we waited for our food to come.

I yawned as I locked the door behind me, and dropped my bag onto the floor.

"Tired?" he smiled, wrapping his arms around my wait and kissing the side of my jaw, then smiling when he felt me involuntarily shudder.

"A little," I shrugged.

He pulled his mouth up to my mouth and kissed me slowly, gently tugging at my bottom lip. "Let's get ready for bed then," he smiled.

I nodded and changed into my pyjamas, while he stripped down to his boxers. When I turned around, he was staring at me and slightly grinning.

"What?" I asked.

He raised an eyebrow at me, "What? I can't like watching my girlfriend change in front of me?" he smirked. He climbed into my bed and held up the blankets for me, patting the spot next to him.

I laughed and hopped onto the bed, and into his arms. He smiled and laid down, wrapping his arms around me. We both lied on our sides, our faces almost touching.

"I love falling asleep with you," he whispered.

"Me too," I ran my hand through the back of his hair, and the two of us started kissing softly, not pushing for anything else. After a few minutes, we both pulled away slowly, and he kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight baby," he murmured against my lips.

"Night Lukey," I smiled.

When I woke up the next morning, I knew there was a reason why I needed to be up so early, but I didn't really think of that because I was waking up with Lucas in the bed next to me, and that was perfect.

My head was resting on his shoulder, and his arm was draped over my waist.

My cell phone started ringing, but it was way on the other side of the room, and there was no way I was leaving this position to answer whoever was calling me.

But at the sound of my phone ringing, Lucas slowly woke up. He squinted his eyes and slowly smiled at me, "Morning."

"Hi," I smiled softly.

"It's much nicer waking up to you, instead of a loudly snoring Troy on the other side of the room."

I smiled and laid my head back on his chest, and listened quietly to his heartbeat.

"You sure Bridget doesn't mind giving up her room all week end?" he asked.

But I didn't answer him, because as soon as he said Bridget's name, it reminded me where I was supposed to be.

"Shit!" I shot out of bed quickly, pulling away from Lucas. "I have soccer practice in..." I glanced towards my clock. "Eight minutes. Wonderful."

"Oh," he nodded, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Why didn't you set an alarm?"

"I completely forgot," I said distractedly, searching around for a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt to throw on. I changed quickly, threw my hair back in a ponytail, then grabbed my shin guards, socks and cleats.

I balanced on one foot, sliding them on so that I'd be ready to go by the time I sprinted to the field. "Okay, I'll be back in like two hours." I said to him, pulling my socks up over my shin guards.

He nodded his head and watched me, "You should have something to eat Sand."

"I don't have time," I shook my head. "I gotta go. Bye," I hollered over my shoulder as I ran out the door.

I made it to the field at exactly eight fifty-nine, and was pretty out of breath already. Plus I was still half asleep, since I literally just rolled out of bed.

Upon my arrival, Bridget came up and grinned at my distraught expression. "Didn't think you were gonna make it," she grinned.

"I woke up eight minutes ago," I said flatly.

"Figured you and Luke would get a little wrapped up," she laughed. "I called but you didn't answer."

"I kn—" I was cut off from the coaches loud whistle come from right behind me.

I turned around and he was standing directly behind me, eyebrows raised. Clearly he had deliberately tried to scare the crap out of me. I swear the man hated me.

"You awake Sandra?"


"Almost didn't make it on time I see."

"I'm here before your whistle aren't I?" I tried back.

"Don't push me," he said sternly. I decided that that was a good time to shut up.

After about an hour and a half of hard practice, running, and drill after drill after drill, Bridget tapped me and nodded towards the bleachers. I looked over and smiled when I saw Lucas sitting there on the bleachers.

"Sandra! Stop staring at boys and get back with the rest of us," my coaches hard voice bit through.

I turned around and smiled at him bitterly, and spoke sarcastically. "Yes, sir."


My face fell. "What?"

"Two laps."

"What?! Wh—"

"Do you want to make it three?" he challenged. "Then I suggest you start running."

I bit my tongue so that I wouldn't sat anything back, and then turned and started my laps. I don't know why I was surprised. There was never a practice where he didn't go out of his way to single me out and push me just a little bit harder. It was hard to believe that he had at one point fought for me to come and be on his team.

I finished my laps and he didn't say a word, but waited for us to all assemble around him. At the end of every week end practice, he went over new plays for our next game, and always made one of us the guinea pig to go out on he field and run their asses around, to demonstrate fro everyone.

So when he said, "Sandra, get on the field." I had already been halfway there because I knew it'd be me today. I had probably been chose to do it more than everyone else put together.

I ran around and demonstrated what he told me to for fifteen minutes until practice was finally over. I was exhausted, and felt like killing someone.

As I grabbed my duffel bag and turned to leave, he called my name again. I really just wanted to go see Lucas.

I turned around and raised my eyebrows at him, "What?"

"Don't be late next time. And, good job today."

I stared at him for a second, from what I was pretty sure was a compliment. "Don't go soft on me," I said.

And I could almost swear that he cracked a smile before telling me to hurry up and get the hell off the field.

I dragged my way over to Lucas, who smiled and held out a bag to me. "Got you breakfast," he smiled.

I smiled and took the bag from his hand, "Thank you," I smiled, my stomach really feeling hungry.

"Your coach seems nice," he smirked.

"He hates me," I deadpanned.

He laughed and picked up my duffel bag and threw it over his shoulder, carrying it for me. "I think that's the kind of coach you need. One that pushes you back every time you push him."

"I hardly even do anything to him most of the time."

He shrugged his shoulder and grabbed onto my hand as we left the field. "Coached do that a lot when they get good players. They try to grind you down so you don't have a huge ego."

"I don't have a huge ego!" I frowned.

He laughed at me, "I know, but they assume you will. He's just challenging you."

"Well it's annoying," I pouted.

We sat on one of the benches on the campus so that I could actually eat, plus it was really nice outside. He rested his arm across the back of the bench and lightly rubbed my shoulder.

I stopped eating for a second and looked up at him curiously, "Where's Troy been staying all week end?"

He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Well he's probably been meeting girls all week end. But he has some friends here that he's probably staying with. I haven't even talked to him much all week end," he shrugged.

"Talking about me?"

I looked to my side, and coincidentally enough, Troy had strolled up to us and now stood in front of us.

"I thought you said you'd make time for me this week end, Sand?" he frowned. "But you two have been locked up together all week end."

"Sorry Troy," I laughed. "What have you been up to all week end?"

He dug his hands into his pocket, "Oh you know, meeting up with some female friends of mine," he winked.

"Of course you did," Lucas chuckled.

He raised his eyebrows back at his best friend. "Like you two haven't been going at it all week end?"

"She's my girlfriend."

"Anyway," I rolled my eyes, wanting a change of subject.

"If only you knew how much better than him you could do, Sand." Troy shook his head smiling. "Remember that time you and I kissed?" he grinned.

"Oh my God, Troy," I groaned, rolling my eyes.

Lucas stiffened his gaze at him. "You should just leave before I kick your ass."

He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Okay well maybe I'll see you guys later if you're not still going at it like rabbits.

All the smiling and laughing I had been doing all week end was replaced with a frown now. It was five o'clock, Sunday evening and Lucas and Troy were packing up the car to leave.

I stood silently, watching them, with my hands in the front pocket of Lucas' high school football sweater, which I had stolen back as soon as we got back together after prom.

They threw the rest of their football stuff into the back of Troy's jeep, and then locked the trunk door.

Lucas' leaned against the side of the jeep, and waited as Troy came over and gave me a huge bear hug. "Bye Sand," he grinned. "Give me a call if you ever get bored of him," he nodded towards Lucas.

I laughed and shoved him away. "Keep and eye on him for me," I smirked.

"Will do," he saluted.

He turned and got into the drivers seat and waited for Lucas to say goodbye to me. But right now, we both just stayed where we were, and stared at each other. Just like we did when he first got here on Friday.

One corner of his mouth slowly lifted into a tiny smile and he pushed himself off of the car and walked over to me. He wrapped one arm around my waist and tugged at one of the strings from the hood with his other hand.

"You know, it's a good thing I never actually wanted this sweater," he grinned.

I laughed lightly and nodded my head. And I really felt like crying right now. What if it went another two months before I saw him again? Who knew when I'd even get to see him again.

"Hey," he tipped my chin up to look at him. "Please don't cry, Andy. You know that breaks my heart."

"I'm not crying," I sniffed, tearing my gaze away from his.

He wrapped both arms around my waist and rubbed his hand up and down my back. "We're gonna be fine Sand."

I pouted and looked up at him, "Why are you always so much better at this than I am?"

"One of us has to be," he smiled. "But you know I'm thinking about you all the time. And you know I miss you like hell every single day."

I cracked a smile, and the two of us started kissing. Maybe if I just never stopped kissing him, he'd never have to go, right? We clung to each other, kissing for what was probably five minutes, until Troy started beeping the horn of his jeep.

"Guess you should go then," I smiled sadly.

"Smile for me first," he said.

As much as I didn't feel like smiling, I smiled anyway. For him.

He placed another lengthy kiss on my lips. "I love you so much, Sand. I'll make sure we see each other sooner next time okay?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah, call me when you get back so I know you got back safely okay? I love you."

He nodded, then took a deep breath through his nose and kissed me on the forehead. "Bye, baby."

"Bye," I said quietly.

I watched as he walked to Troy's jeep and got in. Troy started up the jeep, and Lucas looked back at me through the window, and mouthed an 'I love you' to me.

The jeep made it about fifteen feet away before it suddenly halted to a stop and Lucas threw open his door and made his way back to me quickly.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I forgot to give you this," he breathed, digging into his pockets. "I've been trying to give this to you all week end, but I kept getting interrupted." He pulled out a tiny box from his pocket and held it out to me.

"What's that?" I said hesitantly, my smile faltering a bit.

"Don't worry, I'm not proposing to you," he grinned, noticing the expression on my face. "But I will be someday," he said, seriously this time. "Which is where this comes in."

He opened up the box where a beautiful ring was placed inside. I stared at the ring, then back up at him.

"It's a promise ring." He explained. I widened my eyes slightly, looking back up at him.

"You know what a promise ring means right?" I asked sceptically.

He rolled his eyes slightly, "Yes, Sandra."

"Are you sure what you think it is, is the right definition?"

"Sandra! I know what it is, and I want to give it to you. I want to marry you one day." He gently took one of my hands in his and started tracing circles in it. "Because I know you're worried about us, Sand. But this is me telling you that you don't have to worry. Because I promiseyou, that I'm going to marry you one day. We're going to finish our school, and do what we're doing right now. Then we're going to be together after university. And I'm going to ask you to marry me one day, and we'll have a family. And I want you to know that that'll always be true. I don't want you to be worrying all the time." He squeezed my hand lightly. "If you accept it, that is."

I let out a breath that I didn't know I had been holding. "Of course I do!" I nearly shouted at him. I leaned in and kissed him gently, pulling away and staying close to his face. "You are the sweetest guy I have ever met," I whispered.

He smiled at me and kissed me again. "I love you so much, Sandra Hennesey. You've got my heart, and my word now. So no more crying, got it?" he grinned.

I laughed a little bit, wiping away at my eyes. "I'll do my best."

Troy beeped his horn again, but Lucas merely rolled his eyes. "Ignore him."

"Thank you," I said. "For making all of this easier for me."

"I promised you," he shrugged.

"Well I love you too, Lucas Pearson." I sighed, kissing him again. He brushed some hair out of my face, and ran a thumb across my cheek, then said the same thing he said every time he left.

"We gonna be okay?"

And with no doubt at all, I answered the same answer I responded with every time.


A/N:Alright, so here comes the big ol' authors rant! But before I start, I first want to apologise for taking so long to post this. As most of you know, fictionpress was all messed up for a while. So I had to wait for it to get fixed. Also, just a random little side note about this chapter... the song Steady as We Go by Dave Matthews Band. It's one of my favorite songs, and it reminds me of Lucas and Sandra's situation once they're away from each other. So you should listen to it ;) And while I'm rambling, I'll also just throw it out there that Team Canada bet team USA in the Gold medal hockey game ;) So for all of you that told me they'd lose, you were wrong ;p
ANYWAY! I don't even know where to start with this, or if any of you are even reading this, but I'm super, super sad that this is all over now. And I can't even believe how far this story has come. And it only came this far because of you guys and all of the support you gave it. It honestly seems like forever ago that I wrote the very first chapter for Hooked on Him, and I remember being petrified to post it because I thought people would automatically hate it, and that it would just be straight up rejected. Looking back at it now, the writing is so terrible that I laugh, and am actually kind of embarrassed that new readers have to go through those first terrible chapters ;p I've been able to improve on my writing and all of your tips have helped so much. I remember when I got my very first 'favorite author' alert and I was so unbelievably shocked and happy, and couldn't even believe it. And I don't know if ShadyxLane still reads this story, but if you do, I do remember that you were that first person who gave that alert, and you have no idea how happy I was for that. I remember the reviewers from the very first chapter of Hooked on Him, iwrite901, JadeDream, watergirl795, starbance, and taraturtle. I had 6 reviews for that chapter, and now I get around 50 for each chapter, which is amazing. And just looking back now, I realised that one of the reviewers that reviewed that first chapter (whose name isn't mentioned) was the girl who plagiarized my story ;p So I won't thank her... ;)
But for real, every single one of you have helped me so much. And you may think I don't really recognize or remember your pen names, even if you reviewed once. But I honestly, no lie, recognize each and every one of your pen names. If I ever see your pen name as a reviewer of someone else's story, I automatically know that you also read my story. I seriously feel connected to you guys. I've opened up my own ridiculous real life situations to you guys, and I really do have the best readers here on fictionpress. If I could list every single person that ever reviewed this story, I would. I still don't really get why you guys like my stories so much, but I'm so glad that you do. And I really hope that you'll continue to read any of my future stories. Whenever I got review, or pm or any message from any of you saying you were a fan, it blew my mind. I don't even know how to praise you guys any more. But to sum it all up, I LOVE YOU ALL! And I can guarantee you, I am not just saying this all just to say it, I really do mean it. You have made my first writing experience on here the best. And maybe it's stupid that I'm getting really sad that this is over, but I really do feel connected.
As for the future. I have told one or two of you, that I was going to do a story about Troy, during university. But after a lot of thinking during litterally the last two months, I decided I wouldn't. For a couple reasons, I really need to let go of these characters and do other things, and I don't really have enough of a story to do a full out story on him. I hope you understand :( But even I know that I'll never be able to COMPLETELY let them go, so I will do some random one shots, of them throughout their life. And maybe a short story on Troy. So they're not completely gone. I have a new story that's been started for a while, but not posted yet, it'll be posted soon, so I really hope that you guys will come back and check it out and give it a chance and be just as awesome as you have been with this story. I really want to still feel connected to all of you. So I suppose I should wrap this all up.

A reviewer once said to me a while ago, that when this story ended, it would feel like losing a friend. And I always remembered that review for some reason, and couldn't agree with you more. This story is my baby, and I've wrote it during so many stages of my life, good and bad. I've had new relationships, break ups, deaths, and all sorts of things during the process of this story, and I think that they're all somehow relfected in the chapters. And all of your reviews mean so much to me. And I hope I won't be losing any of you. And now I'm being a big sap and feel like crying :(

So I love you all so so so so so much! And thank you :) -Jenelle xox

And I will now change the status of this story to: Complete.