Arizona's POV

Dear Diary,

Well, it's a week before school starts here in Boston. Mom took me shopping for all my school clothes, but it still doesn't feel right. It's never gotten this cold in California. I know with dad being in the service I should be used to all this moving around, but I'm not. I want my old room back, I want my friends, I want my things, I want my old life, my old life was good. Mom wants me to put on a happy face but I just can't. Life was really starting to happen for me in Cali. I had my first kiss and just might have met my first love. Everyone says you can't find your first love at 16 but I think they're wrong.

Joanne loved me and I loved her. I'm not sure I'll ever see her again; at least I still have you my dear diary.

Not long after closing my diary and hiding it in its respected place my brother barges through the room. I've asked him time and time again to knock and he still doesn't listen.

"Come on Zona! The leaves are changing colors, you have to see this! It's like nothing you've seen before! Please come outside?" nothing like seeing an 18 year old act like he's 12.

"Tim, I really don't want to go outside. It's too cold and I am not putting on that hideous jacket mom bought for me. I'd rather lay here in bed and wallow in my own self pity. Go have fun; I'll be here when you get back."

"You are so dramatic. Are all lesbians this dramatic or are you just a special breed? I know you miss home, I know you miss your friends and most of all I know you miss Joanne, but how are you ever going to make new friends if you stay in here for the rest of your life? Get up, get dressed. I'll meet you outside in 5 minutes."

Ugh, why does he have to do that? Why can't he just let me stay in my room in peace? Coming from a little sisters stand point I can't really complain. We've been more like best friends then brother and sister. With all the moving we did, I'm thankful we had each other. Changing out of my pj's I throw on my favorite UCLA sweat shirt and a pair of jeans. No point in trying to look cute.

As I walk outside, I'm greeted with a pile of leaves over my head. "Tim, stop! Why do you have to be such a bone head? I'm going back in."

"No you're not. I forgot to tell you, Dad wanted us to rake up these leaves and put them in a trash bag. He says laughing. I'm sorry I lied but I didn't want to have to do this chore alone."

"Ugh, whatever, fine, but you owe me big time!"

We raked in silence. That was the beauty in our relationship; we didn't always have to talk. He knew I needed to process things internally and didn't push. I adore him for that.

Our silence was short lived. A group of girls across the street could be heard giggling from a mile away. Looking over at Tim, I already know what he's going to say.

"NO, I am not going over there. If you want to man whore yourself and throw yourself at a group of girls then knock yourself out. I have no interest in meeting them."

He doesn't respond. He grabs my wrist and pulls me over. Could this get anymore embarrassing?

"Hello ladies, I'm Tim, pointing to his chest. This is my sister Arizona, we just moved across the street a few weeks ago, and I wanted to personally introduce myself."

Wow, isn't he charming. The girls offer us a small smile "I'm Teddy, this is Addison, and this is Callie."

"It's really nice to meet all of you; maybe I'll see you around"

Turning around I can feel the four of them staring at me. They weren't really my kind of people. Teddy and Addison seemed nice enough, but Callie. Well, she kind of scared me. When I said hello her eyes burned into me like she was looking through me, not at me.

Who does that? Maybe she looks at everyone like that? It's probably just a Boston thing.

People out here are like aliens compared to my friends back in California. Traffic is horrible and no one pronounces their R's. I hope we're out of here before I start sounding like Bostonians. Lying back in my bed my mind starts to travel back to her, Callie. Callie, I wonder if that's short for something. CAAAAAALIE, sounds exotic. I decide to get off my bed and walk over to the window. Tim was still over there talking with the girls. Both Teddy and Addison played with their hair while Callie sat disinterested. I watched her pick at her nails, stare at the ground, tie, untie and tie her sneaker again. If these girls were her friends, then why did she act so distant? I would pay more than a penny for her thoughts. I duck under the window when I notice Tim walking back to the house.

He runs upstairs and opens my door in a hurry.

"We're all going to the movies; they want to know if you want to come too."

"All of them are going?" I ask hopeful

"Yeah, it will be the five of us, so you in?"

Blushing, "Yeah, just give me a little time to get ready."