Flashbacks are in Italics.
I stumble over mismatched clothes, and forgotten books as I made my way over to the windowI see us ripping each others clothes off as we stumbled throughout my room making our way to my bed. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, as I opened the blind. We were best friends, he was the boy who lived next door, I was his redheaded girl. The snow had left a white blanket covering as far as the eye could see. I could see us running through the snow, having snowball fights that always ended with a kiss. I let my hand rest on my swollen belly. How did things end up like this?