Hello! I was sick the other day and i thought up a story for y'all. Here it is. :) i don't know why but i'm super excited about writing this! I'm getting there with additions to my other stories but my hard drive recently became deceased so i lost all my old data when i got a new one. poo. Oh well, fresh start.

Summary~~ 16 year old Oliver Oken recently made the big move from his hometown in Connecticut to Malibu, California, There he befriends an eccentric pair of girls that draw him in to their enticing world. Will he be able to move on from the past in order to live happily in the present? And what happens when that past comes back to him just when things start feeling right?.....................

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Oliver looked around him, he couldn't remember whose house he was in. The music pumped through the room and smoke made it hard to see very far in front of him. He was surprised to look over and see a hot blonde girl looking at him seductively, his arm around her. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. Her tongue tasted of booze and smoke. He pulled away from her.

"What's wrong?" She said. He didn't say anything he just got up from the couch he had been sitting on and made his way through the crowded room. He reached the front door and breathed in the fresh air of the night. His head pounded but it felt good.

"Oliver!" he looked around him, where the voice was coming from. His best friend Jamie was looking at him angrily. "You said you weren't going to go to the party." she said fiercely. "You were supposed to come to my house."

"Well, I lied."

"Oliver, this your last night before you leave, you've skipped out on me every night for the past two weeks."

"I couldn't miss my going away party now could I?"

"Oh please, they're using that as an excuse to throw a party. You promised you were done with this shit." She took at step closer. "You're high again aren't you?"

"I don't remember." he said. She looked at him, disappointed.

"Come on, you better come to my house to clean up before you go home. Your mom will kill us both if she sees you like this again." She put one of his arms around her shoulders and they walked back to her house a few blocks away. She made him shower as she washed his clothes and gave him a toothbrush to use. She put eye drops in his eyes to make them look a little better. It was almost two thirty when they started to walk to Oliver's house. They managed to sneak past his mother's bedroom silently and get him into bed (Which was simply a mattress on the floor since everything else was packed and had been sent off to Malibu) without making a sound. Jamie sat on the floor by his bed, her head resting on the mattress by his arm. He subconsciously patted her hair.

"I'm going to miss you J." She fought back tears. She was still mad at him for blowing her off and for going to the party to get high, but was going to miss him terribly.

"Back at ya Ollie."

"You should get home and get some rest." he mumbled.

"I think I'll just stay here. I don't want to miss you in the morning when you leave." he said nothing for a while.

"What do you think it's like there?"

"In Malibu? Warm I hope. Warmer than Connecticut anyway, it's in California."

"Hm, that'd be nice. I think I'll miss the cold though."

"Maybe you could come back visit in the winter then."

"Perhaps in the fall, before it gets way cold."

"I can understand that." She said laughing. They said nothing else and slowly they both drifted off to sleep.

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Jamie woke up the next morning on the floor, groggily, she looked around. The room was empty, the mattress gone, the several items that had remained in the room the night before had vanished.

"No." she whispered. He wouldn't do that, he wouldn't leave without saying good-bye. She was his best friend. She stood up and ran out of his room, the rest of the house was empty.

"Oliver?!" she shouted. She darted out of the house and almost collided with a tall figure.

"Jamie, what's wrong?" he asked, worried. He had dark circles under his eyes. She held him tight.

"I thought you'd left." He tightened their hug.

"I know I've been a lousy friend lately and I've been blowing you off, but I would never leave without saying good-bye." He fought back tears in his eyes. He drank in his best friend's scent, trying to memorize it and the feel of her fragile form in his muscular arms.

"Oliver!" His mother yelled from behind him. They let go of each other and he turned around.

"Yeah?" He asked. She saw Jamie and smiled sadly at her.

"We're going to miss our plane." Oliver nodded and walked past her. His mom walked over to Jamie and gave her a hug.

"I'm going to miss you, sweetie. You've been such a good friend to my son, especially through the rough patches." She pulled back but kept her hands on Jamie's arms.

"He's been a good friend to me too, Mrs. Oken." She squeezed Jamie's arm and turned around to go out to the car. Jamie followed her.

Ten minutes later Mrs. Oken had the car running and Oliver was about to climb into the passenger seat. This was the part Jamie had been dreading. She had tears all down her face. Oliver's face was also wet with tears. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could Jamie jumped at him, holding him tight around the neck. He gripped her around the waist, not wanting to let go.

"Don't forget me." She whispered.

"Impossible." He kissed the top her head and they broke apart.

"Call me when you get there." she said in a thick voice. He nodded and opened the car door. "And Oliver?" he looked back at her, half-way in the car. "Don't do anything stupid." He smiled and sat in the seat, closing the door behind him, she watched them drive off until she could see or hear their car anymore. She felt hollow, sad. She wondered when she was ever going to see him again.

Well, tell me what you think. Should i continue? Plz Plz Plz review, or i won't be very eager to update Peace&Love~~Charli