Lars drives us in the Bugatti. All of the other families are looking at us shocked in the parking lot.

"I told you, we should have picked another car." I tell him on the side.

He kisses me on the lips which makes the parents even more shocked. "All my cars are expensive, baby."

"Then the bus."

"Bus? I've never driven one."

"Huh?" I look at him, not knowing whether he's serious or not.

"Don't worry. All of these jealous or homophobic adults cannot break us."

"Well, I don't need to be the center of attention , and not the students."

Atila runs to us.

"You're here." He hugs me. He's in a very good mood.

"Of course. It's your graduation." I smile.

"Yeah, finally. Fi-na-lly. I couldn't wait or sleep. Did you know I got the best grades in our class?"

"Yes, you told us five times already." I mumbled. I sigh and smile. "I'm proud of you."

His eyes have little sparks in them. "Thank you. I hope you don't mind but ... I invited dad."

My heart jumps up. "Oh. No ... no, it's your day. You can invite who you want."

"I just realizes since mom is not here and you're kind of my mom," he smirks, "then we need a dad here too."

"What about me?" Lars frowns.

"You're the money maker." Atila chuckles,

"I also invited Lorence." I frown, "but only as a friend and nothing more. I want him to see that ... I'm the best person in our class."

He shrugs, "I gotta go now."

"Money maker." Lars huffs next to me.

"Well, ...he's not wrong," I bite my lip.

"A-ha. We will talk about that later on." He teases me.

**

We look at all the people getting their special diplomas. Atila is an adult now, just like me. I can't believe we made it this far.

I thought I will some poor writer that we eventually end up as a cashier somewhere and no offence to Atila, but I didn't have much hopes if he even passes all the subjects, he's not much of a study type.

But people change when they have the right motivation. They can always change.

**

"Will you, please move in with me now?" Lars whines, his head pressed against my stomach.

"What?"

"Atila is now a graduate. You don't need to be together. Plus, I will send him off to college dorm."

"No, you can't be paying for his dorm."

"I will, because then he won't bother us and I'll have you all to myself." He smirks. "but going from place to place is so impractical ."

"I -,"

"So?"

"I'll move in-,"

"Yes!"

"-when Atila officially moves to college." I finish the sentence.

Lars sighs heavily. "You don't want to enjoy the summer together?"

I smile. "You need to patient when it comes to things you love, Lars." I shrug feeling good.

"Okay, I'll wait a bit longer then." He says totally annoyed and angry.