Heartbeat misses Nick Charlie

As the boy's representative at Truham Grammar School, I've been through a lot.I once got drunk during a parent-teacher conference, took three photos with the mayor and even accidentally made a 7th grader cry.

But none of this is as bad as what Headmaster Shannon wants me to do now, to stop Year 13 students from enjoying their last day at school.

By the way, my boyfriend of two years, Nick Nelson, is in Year 13.

"You don't mind?" Principal Shannon said, leaning on the table in the common room.I meant to come here to study for my AS exams, but I've actually been watching MacDeMarco's show on my phone. "They've played it a bit too far, I think they'd listen to you more than I would, you know what I mean." The first exam is called the AS exam, and the second year exam is called the A2 exam.)

"Uh." I quickly glanced at my good friend Xu Tao who was sitting next to me eating chocolate.He raised his eyebrows at me, as if to say "you are miserable".

I really don't want to promise him.

This year's graduate celebration theme is "High School Musical".They put up a huge "Eastern High" banner on the sign at the school gate and put movie soundtracks on all the classroom computers, so you can hear the singing no matter where you are in the school, but you can't figure it out Where did it come from.They also used the break to host a "What time is it" pop-up on the soccer field, where everyone would come to school in red basketball or cheerleading uniforms.To the disappointment, Nick chose a basketball uniform.

At their most ostentatious, they did something that had nothing to do with High School Musical: They built a fort out of cardboard boxes on a tennis court and ate BBQ inside.

"I hope they don't have barbecues in schools," Shannon said, apparently noticing how reluctant I was to walk into this paper fort and tell 150 people older than me not to play. "It's for their health and safety. If someone gets burned, the parents will come to me." He smiled.Headmaster Shannon has always trusted me in my months as Boys' Representative.Which is funny enough, because I hardly ever did what he told me to do.

It is necessary to have a good relationship with the teacher and to mingle with the classmates.Don't make enemies everywhere, and don't make friends at random.This is my advice to middle school students.

"Okay, no problem," I said.

"It was a great help," he said, and walked away. "Don't study too hard!" Tao looked at me, stuffing chocolate into his mouth. "You're not really going to confront those 13th graders, are you?" I smiled. "What the hell. I'll just go over and see what they're doing, and tell them I'll keep an eye on the principal." Another friend of mine, Aled Rust, looked up at me from the other side of the table, and went For hours he has been coloring his math notes. "Can you take a picture of Harry Green in a dress? I'd love to see it." I stood up and put on my jacket. "To be honest, we all want to watch it." The 12th grade students are already on academic vacation, and I only come to school because the review efficiency at home is too low. Tao and Aled also think so.But no one wants to come to school, it's the hottest day of the year and I just want to lie down somewhere and put an ice pack on my head.

(Translator's Note: Academic leave means that the school allows students to go home to study before important exams.) Nick and I have made an appointment this weekend.He's finally graduating, and I've decided not to study for the weekend.It's Thursday and I'm going to spend the night at his house, and tomorrow we'll go to Harry's senior party.Go to the beach together on Saturday, then go to London on Sunday.

(Translator's Note: The senior grades refer to grades 12 and 13, which is the A-level mentioned above.) But in fact, we spend every weekend together.

And we see each other every day.

If you told me 3 years ago that I was going to be in a relationship for 17 years when I was 2, I would have laughed in your face.

"Charlie Spring!" A banner above the entrance to the paper fort reads "Wildcats."Once inside, Harry Green came toward me with his arms outstretched, wearing a 12-year-old girl's cheerleading uniform, showing too much thigh for a place like school.

The fort can be described as huge, it occupies two tennis courts.In addition to the ridiculous number of cardboard boxes, they stole at least 10 desks from classrooms and set up a fully functioning barbecue grill between the two courts.Some people are handing out meatloaf and bread, and Vampire Weekend is playing from a Bluetooth speaker in the corner.Most of the Year 13s are here, which is a huge crowd compared to the rest of the year in the school - most of the girls in the same year have moved to Truer since Higgs Girls' School burned down Here comes Tom.

Harry put his hands on his hips and grinned, "What do you say?" Harry Green, a little guy who grew his hair very high, was probably the most notorious guy in the whole school, half because he threw a lot of parties, and half It's because his mouth never stopped.

I raised my eyebrows. "About this fort or your thigh?"

"It's all, brother."

"It's all good," I said deadpan. "Well done, keep it up." Harry stepped aside and started doing lunges. "I've known for a long time that wearing skirts is a good idea, and I should wear them more in the future."

"You're right." Still in the lunge, he asked, "Shannon sent you? Are you going to spoil our fun?"

"In theory, yes."

"Then will you?"

"Of course not." Harry nodded. "You're very promising, brother. You're very promising." Usually Nick is easy to find in the crowd, but today almost everyone is wearing red, except for a few who are too lazy to change clothes, and my sister Victoria is one of them, Dressed in her black Truham school uniform, she sat on the blue asphalt in the corner talking to her friend Rita.But with the exception of her and a few exceptions, everyone else converged into a sea of ​​red.

"Nick's over there." I looked back at Harry, who was pointing to the far left and grinning at me.Then he started walking in the direction he was pointing, humming a song from High School Musical, and I followed him.

"Hey Nick!" Harry called to the Year 13 crowd, all of whom were busy posing for photos with others, holding food and red plastic cups.

I see him.

He turned around in the small group of people, with a daze on his face, as if he wasn't sure if it was Harry calling him.

I've been dating Nick Nelson since I was 14.He loves football and racing, animals (especially dogs), the Marvel Universe, the rustle of pen on paper, rainy days, drawing on shoes, Disney and minimalism.

He likes me too.

He had dark blond hair, brown eyes, and was two inches taller than me, if you care about that kind of thing.I think he's hot, but maybe it's just me.

He waved excitedly when he saw us, and when we finally walked up to him, he looked at me and said "how are you?" Nick's High School Musical look was a pair of bright red track shorts and a red tank top .He taped a note on his chest with a picture of an ugly feral cat on it.But honestly, it wasn't even his worst look yet.

"You didn't text me back, bitch," I said.

He took a sip of his drink. "I'm busy playing games." He pulls out his disposable camera and snaps the shutter before I can react and smile or at least look decent.

I was a second late to block the camera lens with my hand. "Nick!" he laughed, rewinding the camera and pocketing it.

"There's a new addition to the silly Charlie collection."

"My God." Harry had wandered off to the others, so Nick moved a little closer and our hands naturally met.His hand patted mine lightly, as if playing some kind of clapping game. "Do you want to stay here for a while? Or do you want to review?" I looked around. "I'm not actually studying, I'm watching a Mark DeMarco show."

"Mark DeMarco?" Nick said, laughing. "I remember you saying he was an idiot."

"He is, but his music is pretty good." We just stood there for a while, putting our hands together, and then Nick raised his hand and flicked my hair lightly.It dawned on me that this was our last day at the same school.The days of going to the same school for six full years and being in the same place every day are over.We have been an inseparable couple on campus for two years. We eat lunch together, attend class together, hide in music room, computer room, and sports locker room together, come home from school together for two years, and walk together when the weather is warm. Back home, on the bus together when the weather was cold, Nick would draw on the mist on the windows while I slept on his shoulder.it's all over.

Normally we would talk about these topics - topics that would make us sad, annoyed or even angry - but Nick is really looking forward to college life now, and I don't want to make him feel bad by complaining in front of him.For God's sake, I've done it a lot.I just feel like, I'm going to be left behind by him, and it feels really bad.

There was a click and we looked up to find Harry gloating at us with Nick's camera up. "It's so fucking romantic. I can't accept that once you get to college, you won't be able to stop you from making out." Nick snatched the camera back, smiling broadly. "Did you pick my pocket?" Harry winked and walked away laughing.Nick shook his head and rewound the camera. "It's definitely going to be an embarrassing photo."

"Where did you get this camera?"

"I bought it myself. I thought it would be better to stick a few physical photos on the wall of the university dormitory than to just look at the pictures on the phone." I snatched the camera from him and quickly took a photo of him.

"Hey!" He smiled and snatched it back. "I don't want a picture where it's just me. People think I'm a narcissist." I laughed too. "Then this photo is mine." Nick put his arms around me. "Let's at least take a normal-looking group photo." He holds the camera up and points it at us.I said, "Frankly, we've never looked normal," Nick laughed back, and I was busy making sure my hair didn't look too weird.We all laughed and he clicked the shutter.

"When I go to college to see you, I'm going to see this picture framed," I said.

"Unless you're willing to buy me a picture frame, I still have rent to pay."

"My God, can you find a job?"

"Huh? So you don't want to buy me things now that you have a job? It's unbelievable, why am I still in a relationship with you?"

"I don't know, Nick. Why are you still here? It's been more than two years." Nick gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and then walked towards the drink table. "Because you look good." I gave him a middle finger.

When we first started dating, I was very repulsed to flirt with Nick in school, because there would be a lot of people, especially the boys in the lower grades, who would look at us strangely.I didn't like holding his hand when there were other people around, and even just talking to him at school felt awkward because the boys would look at us like they weren't sure if they should tease us or not.

But now other people's sideways glances only make me want to hold his hand even more.