– Babe, today is the first day of the rest of our lives.

– We’re gonna be young forever.

– I can’t wait to spend our gap year together.

– Actually...I have something to tell you.

– I know what you’re going to say, and I love you too.

– I was going to say we can’t stay together next year. I applied to Mid-Sized New England Liberal Arts School.

– How could you do this to me? On the night of the big lake party?

– There’s more to life than this small town. I’m gonna get out of this place. I’m gonna go to college, and Hollywood, and maybe even the Eiffel Tower one day.

– You’re right. You need to follow your dreams.

– I’m gonna be a poet.

– You’re such an onion, babe.

– A set of nesting dolls.

– I’m going to miss you even more than my dead dad, and I was really sad about that for two weeks before I started focusing on my campaign for homecoming queen.

– Don’t cry, babe.

– Not a problem.

– We still have three months of sunset drives, drives at dusk, and driving between when it’s fully light out and fully dark out.

– Will you also play shitty original guitar songs at me as I stare blankly into space?

– As long as we can do over-the-pants hand stuff after.

– You can say that we did.

– This is gonna be the best summer ever.