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It seems that it is a truth universally unknown that every girl in the world is not looking for a romance.
    I clicked my pen and stared at my bedroom wall. Every one of my girl friends—and I do mean every.single.one—went to see the latest Nicholas Sparks flick. I stayed home as usual. Not my thing, really. I preferred intense dramas or maybe even a little action. Plus I majorly procrastinated on my English essay.
    I wrote my name at the top of the paper and shook my head. The idea of marriage didn't appeal to me, at least not any time soon, but I can tell you this ... the idea of changing my name appealed to me.
    Tomorrow I'd turn eighteen and, against the oh so old-fashioned ideals of my parents, I planned to get a few tattoos I'd been dreaming about. Or ... spend that money to change my name. The decision consumed me.
    I tried to finish my homework, but Donovan kept interrupting me with his hilarious text messages, then finally he rang my phone.
    "I'm trying to finish this paper," I said. "Aren't you supposed to be doing the same? I know you haven't started either."
    "I finished it last week." He laughed. "Come on, let's hang out one last time before my trip."
    "I really should finish this paper, but it does sound tempting."
    "I need to give you a gift for your birthday anyway."
    "I'm taking you to the airport tomorrow morning, remember? You can do it then."
    "All right, all right. Finish the paper and if it's early enough maybe we can get a coffee?" He paused. "Wait, never mind, I forgot. You're Jane and you start your start your essay's the night before they're due and stay up until sunrise to finish them."
    I smiled. "Exactly. Except it's due Monday and today is Friday, but there's no way I'm spending my birthday weekend writing this."
    And that's exactly what happened. I stayed up until the light poured into my room and as much as I wanted to pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep, I shoved them off of me, rolled out of my fluffy cloud, and rubbed my eyes. I skipped a shower, ate breakfast as fast as humanly possible, and drove to Donovan's house. I was early, but I wanted to see him for at least thirty minutes before he left.
    He jogged to my car and flopped down in the passenger's seat, stuffing a backpack between his legs as he buckled up.
    "Happy eighteen." He reached over the armrest and pulled me into a hug. "How does it feel?"
    "You tell me." I backed out of his driveway. "You experienced it five days ago."
    He tapped the door. "Eh, we'll see."
    "Sounds hopeful."
    He tilted his head and stared at me.
    "What?"
    Shaking his head, he turned his gaze back to the passing trees and smiled. He was fresh out of a breakup with a girl who cheated on him. He didn't really love Megan. It was a relationship built on convenience. She was there. He was there. And it just happened before anyone could say no. Now he was on his way across the ocean to meet a Russian girl he met through some kind of online dating site. You can only imagine my disapproval of a dating site, but I tried to be as supportive as possible. One day, he'd find someone amazing. Someone nice and soft and beautiful. He deserved that.
    After a comfortably quiet drive, I parked in the airport's garage and turned the car off. He looked over at me and reached his hand into his backpack.
    "So, I got you a birthday present," he said, his voice oddly shaken. "I know there's only two things you want for your birthday. To change your name and get some tattoos. So, I thought I'd help you out with one."
    I smiled. "You got me a gift certificate for that tattoo joint, didn't you?"
    He pulled a small jewelry box out of his bag and stared at me. I tried not to look at the familiar shaped box in his palm or make eye contact with him. He was going to meet this girl … right?
    "I thought I could give you my last name, Jane." He opened the box to reveal a sparkly ring. "If you'll have me. I know it's weird and everything, but I love you. I need you. I’ve got an