Sixteen year old Massie Block climbed up into her old tree house. She didn't usually like being in trees, or getting dirty, or ripping a hole in her brand new jeans. But she hadn't been up here in years. Not since she was twelve.

"Massie? Where are you?" Her mother's voice sounded from the bottom of their green lawn.

"Up here. But I'm coming down!" Massie sighed. She climbed down the rope ladder, finding her mother with her hands clasped together happily. "Someone took happy pills this morning," she muttered.

Kendra Block rolled her eyes at her daughter. "Massie, guess who's coming back to town?" She asked excitedly.

"Santa?" Massie gasped in mock excitement.

Kendra sighed. "Massie, if you don't want to hear about the Harrington's coming back…"

"Wait- what?" Massie asked her mom. Harrington was Derrick's last name.

"The Harrington's are moving back! James got a job back here in Forks, and now their moving back! You and Derrick haven't talked in…how many years?" Her mother asked.

"Four," Massie whispered. Her heart tugged at the mention of Derrick.

"Yes, well they'll be here on the fourth so that they can enroll Derrick, Olivia and Cam at school." Her mother walked back toward the house.

Massie walked back to her tree house, thinking about Derrick.

They had been best friends since they were six. Even though he had a twin sister Olivia, Massie had always preferred to play explorers with Derrick, rather than dress up with Olivia. Massie was getting picked on since she was the smallest in her class, and Derrick had stuck up for her. They had become instant friends. Derrick was one of Massie's only real friends. She remembered the day that Derrick had told her he was moving to Arizona. They had been up in their tree house –the same on Massie now sat in- and it was raining.

'Mass?' Derrick had asked.

'Yeah,' Massie looked away from the rain pouring down.

'My dad got a job in Arizona.' Derrick stated simply.

'Oh that's too bad. I bet you'll miss him. But Arizona is hot!' Massie scowled at the rain.

'No, um, my family is moving with him…me, mom, Olivia, Cam and dad.' He looked down.

'Oh, you're moving…to Arizona,' Massie swallowed.

'Uh huh,' Derrick looked away.

'Well we'll still stay in touch, right?' Massie tried not to cry for Derrick's sake.

'Pinky promise,' he held out his pinky.

Massie wrapped her small finger around his and they shook. The next morning Derrick was gone.

"He didn't tell me until the night before he was leaving," Massie felt tears well up in her amber eyes again. "I didn't even get to say a proper goodbye."

They hadn't stayed in touch. An e-mail from Derrick appeared when he got to Arizona.

Hey Mass!
Miss you!
D

Five simple syllables. Three little meaningless lines. She hadn't even bothered to reply. What would be the point? She'd never see him again. After that they just…forgot each other.

Massie touched the picture of the two of them when they were seven hanging on the wall. It had been taken in the summer, and they were both tanned. Their heads were pressed together, and they were both smiling big grins. Derrick's two front teeth were missing, yet he still looked cute.

Derrick was the first boy Massie liked. He was also her first friend. But now, she had new friends, like Dylan Marvil and Claire Lyons.

Her Treo beeped. Speak of the devil, it was Dylan.

"Hey, Mass!" Dylan said.

"Hey," Massie said, a little sadly.

"What's wrong?" Dylan could sense her friend's sadness in a second. "Are you at home? Don't move, 'kay? I'm going to pick up Claire and we're coming over."

"Nothing's wrong. But I don't want to be home…my mom is being weird." She lied. She didn't want to be home because she noticed the For Sale sign on the house next door now had a big orange SOLD sign across it. Derrick would be next door. Just like when they were six.

"Okay, wanna go to that baseball game? Josh is playing against the Westside Warriors," Dylan was in love with Josh Hotz, a super hot senior.

"Alright, pick me up."

Dylan and Massie hung up. Massie climbed down from her tree house. She'd make plans with her dad to tear it down before Derrick came back. She had no intention of being friends with him again. She took one last look at the SOLD sign. She had just five days to get rid of every trace of friendship between her and Derrick. He was probably really ugly and dorky anyway.

At least, that's what Massie kept telling herself.

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Derrick Harrington came in the house, sweaty and tired from lacrosse practice in the hot Arizona sun.

"Derrick? Is that you?" His mom called from the living room.

"Yeah," Derrick followed the sound of his mom's voice.

"Guess what?" She asked excitedly, surrounded by boxes marked 'FRAGILE'.

"What?" He sighed.

"We're moving! Can you believe that?" Victoria Harrington's excited voice bounced through out the house.

"We're moving?" He asked in belief. "We can't move! I just made the twelfth grade lacrosse team! Do you know how many eleventh graders get on that team? NONE! But I did!" He stomped his foot.

"Derrick," Victoria sighed. "You're being absolutely ridiculous. You dad got a job back in Westchester, so we're leaving. Look on the bright side, there's a lacrosse team…"

Derrick tuned her out after hearing Westchester. The place where he grew up. The place where he first met Massie Block. He sighed. He loved Massie like a sister, but yet always suspected she had liked him just a little bit more than that. He had e-mailed when he first got to Arizona back when they were twelve. She hadn't even replied.

"Westchester," He repeated.

"And guess what?" Victoria looked into her son's chocolate brown eyes. "We bought a house right next door to the Block's! Won't that be fun?"

"Yeah…fun," Derrick mumbled.

"We're leaving on the fourth, so get all packed up."

Derrick nodded and walked up the stairs. Back to Westchester. Back to the cold winters. Back to his old life. That is, if Massie would still want to be his friend.

"D," His older brother Cam popped his head in Derrick's messy room.

"What?" He asked irritably. "I have packing to do."

"How hot do you think Massie Block grew up to be?" Cam asked.

Derrick rolled his eyes at his immature brother.

"I don't know. We never talk."

"Yeah, well she was pretty smokin' as a twelve year old, let me tell you that." Cam snickered. Derrick got up and pushed his brother's face out the door, and slammed it in his face.

Now that he thought about it, Massie had been pretty hot. And her mom was really pretty, so maybe she got hotter with age.

Suddenly, Derrick couldn't wait to get back to Westchester.

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