The bright sun almost gave off a white glow as it shined over the area of Baltimore, Maryland. Many inhabitants were spending the last day of summer outside, playing basketball, jogging, and other activities. One of the local parks had many visitors. A man stood at a vendor, selling hot dogs to the hungry customers. Families walked around and children played with their dogs.

Within the crowd, there was a boy and a girl. The boy was fairly known amongst teen partygoers; him and his friends in his band played many shows in the area. The girl was lesser known, but people knew her name. She accompanied her friends to their gigs and showed her support, helping to sell merchandise to whoever took an interest in it.

On this lovely day, the two were strolling along in the park, making the most of the last hours they had together, as the boy was due to leave for a three-month tour later that night. He was holding a small wicker picnic basket in one hand with a red and white plaid blanket draped over his shoulder. In the other hand was that of the girl, letting whoever took notice know that they were a couple. The two exchanged few words, just enjoying the presence of eachother.

They came to an almost abandoned part of the park and decided to stop to eat. The boy laid the blanket on the green grass, gesturing the girl to sit and she obeyed. He too sat down and began taking some food and drinks out of the basket.

The girl brought her brown hair into a messy ponytail and picked up a sandwich wrapped in saran wrap. She unwrapped it, letting out a sad sigh, "I can't believe this is our last day together for three months."

"I know. I wish you could come with us. Why don't you? Who cares about school, it's for losers. Come with us. Please, Deanna?" The boy gave her a pout.

Deanna laughed, "I'm sorry, Jack. I have to go to school. How am I supposed to become a lawyer without a degree from law school?"

"But you don't even want to become a lawyer! Screw your parents, they don't know what you want! You should be doing something you want, something you love! Like help selling merch for All Time Low," He ended with a goofy grin.

"I need a paying job, Jack. I need to be able to buy stuff, you know."

"We'll pay you!" Jack exclaimed, "Come on Dee, ten dollars an hour! With a two hour show, that's," Jack paused and attempted to do the simple math in his head, his blonde and brown hair falling in his face, "That's math I can't even do!"

Deanna held in a giggle, "That would be twenty dollars per concert. And I don't want to sell merch for the rest of my life, Jack," She grabbed a juice box and pushed the straw into the hole at the top.

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know! I just know I don't want to be a lawyer or a 'merch bitch'," her mouth formed a smile when she used the term that had been created for people who sell band merchandise, "Now let's just drop this subject and eat, okay?" She took a bite out of the sandwich that was still in her hand and took a sip from her juice. They ate in silence for the next ten minutes, both not wanting to start up a fight on their last day together.

A red Frisbee flew by and landed on top of the basket. A young boy ran up; he looked to be about the age of six or seven. He asked for it, with his mother reminding him to say please. Deanna smiled kindly and handed it to him, still smiling at him as he ran off, "I can't wait to get married and have one of those."

Jack, who had been currently chewing on a hot dog, almost choked. He swallowed it and stared at Deanna, a terrified look on his face, "Please tell me by 'one of those' you mean a Frisbee."

Deanna sent him an inquisitive look, "What, don't you want kids?"

"Dee, you're only 19! I'm 20! We're not even legal to drink yet! We shouldn't be thinking about that yet!"

"Well, yeah, I don't want kids right this second, but someday! Come on, you can't tell you me don't want little Jacks running around?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I'm not exactly the Dad type of person, not even a husband! I can't commit myself to one person my entire life! I wouldn't be able to handle the responsibilities, the diaper changing, the constant screaming, the food, everything! And the band's just starting to get popular, I don't want a family tying me down!"

Deanna stood up and crossed her arms, "You've been faithful to me during the eight months we've been together, haven't you?" Jack nodded his head vigorously, "And the diapers and crying are just one part of the baby's life. Once it's all grown up, it can feed itself and change itself!"

Jack sighed, "I love you Deanna, but I just, I don't know."

"So you don't want to get married or have kids, ever? You're not going to change your mind later?"

"Are you going to change your mind?"

"No. Well, Jack, if this relationship just has a dead end, I don't want to be in it." Deanna uncrossed her arms and turned back in the direction they came.

Jack jogged to keep up with her. He stopped in front of her, blocking her pathway, "Wait, Dee, this can't be ending. We can work past this."

"How, Jack? We both want different things," Deanna sighed and gazed into Jack's brown eyes, his staring pleadingly into her hazel ones, "Goodbye, Jack. Have fun on the tour. Now you have nothing holding you back," She gave him a short, gentle kiss, just enough to leave him wanting more. She brushed past him and continued her way home, trying to keep the tears from falling.

Behind her, Jack squeezed his eyes shut. He hoped this was just a dream, that the potential love of his life had not just walked away from him and walked away from the relationship. He threw his hands up and yelled, dragging out the lone vowel, "Fuck!"