Sometimes I ask myself why. Why did he leave me? Why did he stop calling? Why did he have to become famous? Life is full of whys. You just don't always understand these "whys". I know I don't.

There's not a day that goes by where I don't think about him. I think about his friendship, and what it meant to me. I think about his smile, that was my sunshine in the rain. I think about him, and how he understood me. I think about if he remembers it all…

"Yes mom, I'm here. No, no, I just pulled in the driveway. I haven't even got out of the car yet. Yes, I'll call you tomorrow. Okay. Okay. Love you too, bye." I pressed the end button on my white iPhone 4, which was one of my graduation presents. Ah, graduation. After a very successful senior year, I graduated at the top of my class. After hours and hours of filling out college applications, I got accepted to a school I never dreamed of going to. California State University. Right in Los Angeles. An interesting place for a girl from Grand Rapids, Michigan to move to a few months after she graduates.

So, here's my story. My grandparents were filthy rich. My grandpa started the New York Times years and years ago. They bought a house in Los Angeles, well, just because they could. My grandparents passed 4 years ago and left everything to my mom and her sister, which were their only kids. So here was this huge fancy house just sitting there and it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Sure, it would be nice to stay closer to home, but I just like to think of it as an adventure. It's a scary thought, an almost-19-year-old girl living on her own in an unknown city, but I had faith in myself.

I'm sure you're wondering "What's so special about this girl? Who cares that she moved away? Is her story even worth knowing?" Well the answer to that question is just this. Taylor Daniel Lautner. We grew up together, he lived right next door to me until he moved away when he was 15. Sure he had movie gigs when he was younger, but I never thought he would ACTUALLY leave. Forever. Gone. The last time I saw him he was 16, and I was 15. He came to visit for Christmas, because we've spent every Christmas together. After that he just… stopped. Stopped calling. Stop writing. Stopped caring. The thought of me finding him in Los Angeles has crossed my mind a few times, but I'm not going to hold my breath. He wasn't here for me when I needed him, so why bother?

I took a deep breath as I opened the door to my 2011 jet black Eclipse. Let me tell you, sports cars are NOT ideal for moving 2,178 miles across America. I looked up at my white, modern home and sighed. So much room for only one girl. It was mid-day and I decided I should start unpacking what I had now, since the moving truck would be here tomorrow. Even though my new house was fully furnished, I had lots of things of my own I wanted to add in.

I got out of the car and looked into the backseat. About 7 suitcases were stuffed in the back and in the passenger seat. I leaned in the car to grab a suitcase when I heard a male voice.

"Want some help with those?" He said.

I couldn't see who it was, but I didn't really care. Help was needed.

"Yes! That would be amaz-" I stopped myself when I saw who it was. It was him. It was Taylor. He had this surprised look on his face, probably a face pretty close to the one I was making right now. I regained focus, and snapped back to reality as hard as it was.

"Actually, no. I got it." I said angrily, storming past him with a suitcase.

"Pierson. Pierson! Pier!" He yelled, walking towards me.

"DON'T call me that." I said, even more angry then before. "Only my friends can call me that."

"Pierson, come on. Why are you so angry with me?" He asked, not quite yelling, but definitely not calmly speaking.

"Oh, hmm, I don't know." My sarcasm kicked in. "Maybe because you straight up dropped me?"

"I didn't drop you!" He replied.

"No, noooo you didn't drop me! What am I talking about? Its totally okay for your 'best friend' to stop talking to you after they become famous." I said. I walked closer to him so I was right in his face. "Or maybe I just wasn't that important to you." I said in almost a whisper.

All of a sudden Taylor's big, warm hands were on my face. "Pierson Savannah May. Don't you ever speak like that again. You were the most important girl in my life. Well, second to my mom." He said.

"Exactly. WERE. 'You WERE the most important girl in my life'." I replied, still angry.

"You still are." He whispered.

"Then why didn't you call?" I was almost in tears now. "Or write or text? Why Taylor? Do you know how hard it was for me?"

"It was harder for me, I promise." He said, pulling me into a hug.

"Then why did you do it." I muffled into his shoulder.

"I'll explain later, let's get your stuff unpacked." He said, still hugging me.

"I've missed your hugs." I whispered.

"I've missed you." He replied.