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April 27th, 2013
“I can’t believe you’re leaving,” Tabby whines a bit at me and I scrunch my nose at my best friend. “Don’t whine, Tab. It’s unbecoming,” I say and she flips me off. “It’s just until playoffs are over,” I say, referring to the next month or so I’d be spending in Boston as Ryan’s team had made the playoffs this year. That’s what a responsible long-distance girlfriend living in Paris would do for her boyfriend. 

I had already been accepted to BU, Harvard, Yale and Princeton as well as Cornell, Columbia and NYU at the insistence of Tabby who would be going home to complete some of her degree in New York after finishing up the movie I had just starred in for some huge spring film festival. 

I didn’t have a clue where I was going. The school I attended had accelerated my graduation, so I had actually finished senior year a couple of weeks ago. I had planned on coming back to the States after senior year was over, but now I wasn’t so sure. I had gotten accepted to Sorbonne last week as a late applicant, and Paris just was too enticing to leave permanently, or at least for the next four years. 

“You should come with me,” I say to her, always offering the option to come home and actually face her issues with Con instead of doing this weird limbo thing with Arden, a hilarious girl from New York that Tabby may or may not have been hooking with up for the last little while. As much as I loved Arden, I knew Tabby North was meant for Con Novak and vice versa. Besides, I couldn’t stand that Emerald had been dating Con since January… the girl made my skin crawl. A birthday appearance in Coldgrove in January only solidified how much I hated the broad. 

Tabby snorts. “Coldgrove is not my home, Wynn,” The words pierced my heart a bit. I mean, I loved Paris too and it was my second home but a part of me always longed for Massachusetts regardless of how crazy our town actually was. 
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“I don’t mean go home to Coldgrove, I mean learn some things about playoff hockey and stay at Ryan’s with me when he’s travelling for away games and I want to shop on Newbury,” I reason and she laughs. “Tempting,” She ponders and I roll my eyes. Tabby was too stubborn sometimes. And afraid. 

“So you’re not going to visit Coldgrove once?” Tab questions.

I shrug my shoulders, “I’m not opposed to it. I haven’t seen everyone in a while.”

“Justin is dating some new girl,” Tabby says, and I stare at her.

How long had she been keeping this from me? Was I feeling a bit jealous? I didn’t even know I had feelings like that for other guys anymore. Ryan and I had been together for a long time at this point. I rarely thought about Justin (maybe that was a lie).

“Good for him,” I say, keeping my eyes glued to my iPad.

“Liar,” Tabby counters. The girl could read me like a book at this point.

“He deserves someone who is actually going to care about him like he needs to be cared about, Tab. I’m not lying. I couldn’t be that girl for him,” I reason. “He made that quite clear,” I continue under my breath.

She frowns a bit and then smiles at me. “We’re going to be late for your goodbye lunch with the girls,” She states and I look at the time. It was 12:46pm. We were meeting Co, Chantel, Noel and, of all people, Ivy for lunch. It still made me unsettled that she was in Paris all this time.

“Let’s go then, we wouldn’t want to keep those girls waiting. Word has it that they’re killers,” I joke, but Tabby deadpans. “Too soon?” I say as I hold the door open for her. She smirks and rolls her eyes at me.

“What in the world are you going to do without me until Ryan has another Stanley Cup ring?” I kid as we walk down the hall to the elevator. 

“I might actually have to listen to someone who is actually funny,” Tabby says sarcastically. I flip her off.

“Just don’t have sex on my couch with Arden, just because I’m gone doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s going on,” I say to her and she looks at me out of the corner of her eye. 

“Gossip Girl is always watching,” I note and she laughs. “Someone is a little too excited to go back to Massachusetts,” She notes.

Maybe just a little bit. 


Blergh, just trying to get back into the Wynn groove and tagging a whole bunch of people from PW/BIP. I miss this girl and her wit like nobody’s business. 
@little-miss-rae @henna-enjoys-the-little-things @noceurs @vikkirose @sophiaspastic @b0hemian-lovers @keziahh @flowersforalice @turn-around-bright-eyes
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