Tears streaming down my face, I slowly took in each friend that stood in front of me, their faces replicated mine. I even saw Leah in the bunch, my ex-best friend. Walking down the row, I slowly said goodbye to each friend in the line. When I reached Leah, we both broke down, bawling in front of each other. "I'm sorry! I was stupid!" she screamed pulling me into a hug.

"No! It was my fault! I should have never doubted you!" I yelled back, refusing to let go of this moment.

"Don't even say that! If I didn't call you a 'you know what', this never would have happened! And you know it!" she yelled, pulling back, smiling at memories, but the tears didn't stop falling. "Don't even try to deny it." she said.

"Okay maybe." I laughed looking into her eyes.

"I love you Clarissa." She said pulling me into another hug. I couldn't help but smile.

"I love you to, Leah" I replied into her hair. When we pulled back we just stared at each other for what seemed like years, enjoying the silence of comfort of being with your best friend again. But suddenly her tears started falling again.

"Don't forget to say goodbye to Jake. And say hi to your mom for me." She said, knowing she had to let me go. The tears started falling freely on my face again.

"I will. Even after all this, you're the best friend I could ever ask for. Goodbye Leah." I said, whispering the last part.

Slowly I walked away, refusing to look back in the fear of another break down. Suddenly I was pulled into a forceful hug, filled with love. I looked up to meet the dull grey eyes that I would know anywhere. "Jake…" I mumbled into his chest.

"Baby, don't cry." He said supportively as he rubbed my back in soothing circles. "Look at me." He said. When I didn't comply, he lightly grabbed my chin from where it was resting on his chest and lightly pulled my chin up so I was looking at him in the eyes.

"Yea?" I asked quietly.

"You're going to be okay baby. I promise." He said lightly pecking me on the lips as he continued. "You're going to get through this, you're going to make new friends, and you're going to meet new boys, and you're going to get a new boyfriend who better take care of you." He said, smiling down on me. Slowly I looked into his eyes, hurt, fear, love, sadness, it all stored deep down, as he tried desperately to hide it.

"What?" I asked in confusion. "You're breaking up with me?" I yelled, pushing away from his chest, tears spilling down my face. "This day just gets better and better…" I started.

"No." he cut me off. "I'm not breaking up with you. I will never break up with you." He said, "I'm letting you go." He whispered into my ear. I stood speechless and confused, he must have realized because he started talking again. "I don't want you to be tied down, I want you to be able to have a fun time and not have to call a boyfriend that you're never going to see." He said, cupping my face in his hand.

I couldn't help but smile at his generosity. "I love you, Jake." I said wrapping my arms around his waist and practically throwing my face into his chest.

I felt him push his face against the top of my head and I felt tiny drops of water fall rapidly into my scalp. "Forever and always, Clare, I will love you." He whispered. When I pulled away I looked up at him and saw tears streaking down his otherwise perfect face. "Come on, I'll walk you to your car." He said, gently draping an arm over my shoulder and taking my carry on bag. When we got there, I stared up at him in admiration as he placed a slow, gentle, loving kiss on my check. "Have a great life Clare." He said. With that got in the car, looking back at the line of friends that huddled around, yelling and crying their goodbyes.

I watched my friends slowly get farther and farther away from me until they turned into little black dots in the distance as my mom drove us away. Sighing, I turned in my seat to face the dash board. "Come on sweaty," my Mother insisted. "I know you don't want to leave your friends, but you'll make new ones." She said, overly perky on this dark day. I glared in response, not having enough energy to make a real comment. Slowly, I allowed sleep to take over me as I prepared myself for a dreadfully new life.

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"Wake up!" a familiar voice yelled, shaking me lightly by my arm. Groaning I sat up and opened my eyes, instantly closing them as the sunlight blinded me.

"Ugh!" I groaned. I heard my Mother's hardy laugh and I instantly flew up in my seat in the car. "Are we here?" I yelled. She nodded and I pushed past her bolted out of the car, looking at our new house. It was a simple two story house, with a red brick boarding piping up around the corners and windows. The house itself was a pale peach color with roses and other colorful flowers completely surrounding the house, except for a stone pathway leading to the front door.

"There are two bedrooms." Mother told me as she walked up next to me. "You can have the bigger one, its upstairs, third door down." She said, looking at me.

"Thanks Mom!" I yelled, running up to the house. When I got inside, I saw freshly polished wood floors and simple yet elegan green walls. The bottom of the house consisted of a green living room, a crimson moderately sized kitchen, an art room, a music room, and a little closet. Next I ran up the stairs. My room, the third down was huge and I couldn't help but stand in awe. The room had a few windows, where I could see into another person's room in the neighbor's house, and in the octagon shaped room, was a little place where the floor was raised, the perfect size for a bed and night stand. Around the walls, I saw the perfect places for my art supplies and desk in the huge room. Smiling to myself I ran down the stairs again and was greeted by my Mom.

"We won't have furniture for another week. But, we're going over to the neighbors tonight, they have four teenagers so wear something nice okay?" she said, looking down at the paintings she was unpacking.

"Yea." I replied. Slowly, I walked back to the car, and pulled out a box labled 'CLARISSA, CLOTHES'. I smiled at my Mom's messy handwriting as I carried the heavy box back upstairs in the desperate search to find a decent outfit.