The sun beamed down on the school football field, where rows of navy gowns shimmered under its glow. You sat among your classmates, cap squarely pinned on your head, heart fluttering in your chest. It was surreal — the end of high school. You clutched your program tightly, eyes darting around the sea of gowns until they landed on Luke.

He was a few rows ahead, sitting with his part of the alphabet, grinning nervously as he adjusted his tassel for the fifth time. You smiled to yourself, your chest swelling with affection. Even from a distance, you could feel how giddy and proud he was. His whole family sat just behind him — you could see Phil with a giant camera, Claire dabbing at her eyes.

And then — his name was called.

“Lucas Philip Dunphy.”

You immediately sprang to your feet, cheering as loud as you could. “GO LUKE!” He turned toward the sound — your voice cutting through the noise — and beamed when he spotted you. He gave an exaggerated, goofy bow before walking across the stage, tossing you a wink that made your heart flutter.

You sat back down, face warm. That’s my boyfriend.

Soon, your row began to stand. Your fingers trembled slightly as you adjusted your gown, your name getting closer and closer. And then—

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You walked across the stage, pulse pounding in your ears — but just before you could get self-conscious, you heard it: “THAT’S MY GIRL!” You looked out and saw Luke, now standing tall, cupping his hands around his mouth as he cheered. He was clapping wildly, practically bouncing in his gown. You laughed, cheeks aching from smiling.

The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur of camera flashes and happy tears. Then came the moment everyone had waited for:

“Graduates, move your tassels from right to left!”

Caps flew into the air like blue confetti, and your heart soared. You had made it. You both had.

You were swallowed up in the sea of people as everyone scattered, trying to find their families, their friends, their person. But your eyes searched only for one.

And then— There he was. Luke, already looking around, brow furrowed in concentration. Your eyes met across the crowd.

“LUKE!” you called out, heart pounding.

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You both ran. You dodged caps and gowns and families and teachers, until suddenly you collided into each other like magnets.

He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you off the ground, spinning you in tight, dizzying circles as you laughed into his shoulder, arms flung around his neck.

“We did it!” he breathed against your ear, his voice a mix of joy and disbelief.

“You did it,” you whispered, nose brushing his cheek. “We did.”

He set you down, but kept you close — hands sliding down to your waist, anchoring you to him.

And then, with no more words left to say, he leaned in and kissed you. Soft and full and smiling against your lips — the kind of kiss that felt like a promise. You melted into him, right there in the middle of it all.

Around you, the world buzzed with excitement — but for a moment, all you could feel was him.