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~Oogle Poogle

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I opened the door to the little apartment I owned on the outskirts of town. I had moved up North after high school, and was currently going to Princeton. It had been two years sincegraduation, and part of me just couldn't let go.

I flipped on the kitchen light and set my stuff down on the table. I was walking into my room to change when a small book on the top shelf caught my eye. I stood frozen for several moments and stared at it before grabbing it off the shelf and plopping down on the couch. I flipped open the little scrapbook I had made back in my high school days. Back when I honestly believed that Stella and the Lucas boys would remain friends with me forever. Oh, how I was wrong.

I looked at the picture on the first page it was a picture of them, my best friends, Stella and the boys: Kevin, Joe, and Nick. I remembered how we used to hang out almost every day after school until the end of my junior year, when the boys left to go on their world tour with Stella tagging along as their stylist. They always promised they would come back after their tour wrapped up, but they never did.

Instead, they all, including Stella, moved to Los Angeles so they could focus solely on their careers, which left me to finish out high school all alone. I had waited for them for years, honestly believing that one day they would come back, but eventually I lost all hope and was forced to move on with my life. Of course I made several other friends, but none that ever came close to the kind of friendship we had shared.

I turned the page to see a picture of me and Nick, my boyfriend at one time. The guy who had once told me that he would never leave me, then when he decided that he was going to told me that he would come back for me. Just setting me up to be disappointed, once again. Though time had helped healed the pain, I had still never completely moved on and I often found myself still dreaming about a certain curly haired boy. I would give anything just to feel those arms around me one more time. I missed those long phone calls we shared for the first couple months after they left that grew less and less often and eventually disappeared completely. There must have been at least a hundred times that I had contemplated calling Nick, but decided not to out of fear. I always just told myself that he was probably too busy with his career to talk and then would never call.

But Nick wasn't the only one who I had lost touch with, it was all of them, even Stella. A tear rolled down my cheek at the thought. It broke my heart knowing that they had never cared enough to come back. I turned to the next page. It was a picture of Joe and Stella. I wondered if they were still together.

It had been at least a year since I'd spoken to Stella, my best friend. I missed her like crazy. I missed gushing about boys and having girl's night outs. The other side of the page held a picture of me and the boys at Stella's friend-a-versary party. I laughed remembering how Stella had thought that I was dating Joe because of all the time we spent together secretly planning the party.

I flipped the page over and at the top was a picture of all five of us, that summer we spent in L.A. The summer I discovered my feelings for Nick and really became friends with the boys. The picture was of us in a helicopter that first night we arrived. Then at the bottom of the page was a picture of all of us at the beach.

The next page held a picture of Joe and Kevin on the set of Joe's movie Forever April and next to it one from the music video the boys had made while they were in L.A., the one that Kevin had proudly directed.

The next couple of pages were filled with pictures from that summer, like the time Nick and I took Joe and Stella on the boat ride together and also a picture of our last night in L.A. when I found out that I was the only one returning home to New Jersey because of the boys' tour.

I flipped to the last page, there was a single picture taped to it. It was of the one time they had all come home to visit, but as much as I wanted to believe they had come to see me, they hadn't. New Jersey had been one of the stops on the tour so they decided to make a small detour and come visit me. That had been the night of my senior prom, so they went with me. I remembered the slow dance that Nick and I shared and how much fun Stella and I had twirling around the dance floor, but I considered the day that followed one of the worst days of my life. It was the last time I ever saw Stella or the Lucas boys.

I sighed and closed the small scrapbook. As I was walking over to put it back on the shelf, a slip of paper that appeared to be a fortune fell out so I bent down and picked it up. I unfolded it. On it were scribbled the words, "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." Even though I found the situation quite chliche, I did just as the forune had told me as I set the book back on the shelf.

The friendship I shared with Stella and the boys brought me the most joy in the world, but as it goes, nothing good can last forever. Every story has an ending, some come sooner than others. Though our friendship was one of those things, I smiled knowing that it was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Little did I know... That certainly was not the end of our story.

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~Oogle Poogle