Ch. 1

Courtney *POV*

CRASH

I spun around quick, "What the hell was that?" I yelled.

"No-nothing!" Pete yelled from the next room.

I shut my eyes and shook my head, boys. I got up from my comfy seat on the couch where I was watching Wayne's World. As I left the room that riff started playing, "Wayne's World! Party Time! Excellent!" It made me smile.

So long time no see? Alright so let me catch you up. We all graduated high school, even Pete. The guys got some attention from some big time producer and had to move to Chicago. They put out a small album called "Evening Out With Your Girlfriend" so I'm pretty proud of them. Since they had to move I thought, what the heck, I'll go to college in Chicago and keep the gang together. So we all uprooted drove into town. We bought a 3 room apartment with 2 bathrooms. Of course I get my own bathroom, didn't take much arguing, all I had to say was tampons and they surrendered. We moved in yesterday, but the guy's still had some unpacking to do.

Oh, yeah. I almost forgot, relationships! Fun. Not. Let's see, Emma and Pete are gonna try a long distance relationship since she couldn't come to Chicago. She got accepted into a cosmitics college some where, I don't know. Not long after prom Allie broke Patrick's heart, again. It didn't hurt him as much this time though, I think he was kinda expecting it. As for me, I almost had a thing with Frank, but he moved back to New Jersey halfway through senior year. Andy had a summer fling with a cute girl from Europe and Joe, well, he's Joe. All Joe needs is Joe.

I know that was a lot to take in so I'll summarize. I'm single, Joe's single, Patrick's single, Andy's single, but also not a virgin, and Pete's got a computer girl.

I walked into the room and saw cords scattered across the floor and a broke lamp. "Pete! What'd you do!" I said putting my hands on my head.

He shrugged, "I dropped a box of our speaker cords and broke our lamp. I thought you would have gathered that by the remnince of the lamp and cords on the floor."

"I don't need the sass, you're cleaning this up," I said handing him a brush, "And buying a new lamp!"

"Oh and the guys might need your help down stairs," he said bent over picking up his mess.

"Alright," I walked out the apartment door and down to the lobby. I found Andy talking on the phone to someone, I waved but he motioned away. Well then.

"Hey guys, Pete said you needed help."

"What else is new?" Joe said jumping down from the moving truck.

"Haha, I think he ment like moving things. Where's Patrick?" I said scanning the scene.

"Inside the truck, he spilt a box of your stuff just now. He's been picking it up for a while now. I'd go make sure he isn't sniffing your underwear or anything," Joe said with a childish smile.

I hit him on the back of the head, "You're a sick one Trohman!"

He continued on inside carrying a few boxes up and I climbed into the back of the truck. Just as Joe said, Patrick was kneeling on the floor puting things back into a box labeled "Courtney's Stuff".

"Whattcha got there Trick?"

His head shot towards me, he must not have heard me. His eyes were as wide as scaucers and his face began to flush. Right as his eyes met mine the glanced back at the box. "Uhh, I-I didn't uhh," he cleared his throat, "Joe dropped your stuff."

I smirked, "That's not what Joe told me. Nice try Patrick."

"Owch, you used my full name, I'm in trouble," he said putting a hand on his chest.

I laughed an knelt beside him helping him put things back in the box. "What's with you guy's and dropping things? Right now you guys are two for four, Pete dropped a box too and broke a lamp."

He laughed, "At least I didn't break anything," he paused, "I hope."

"Nah, everything seems to be intact."

"Hey you still have this?" he said holding up an old scrapbook made of faded color construction paper and crayon.

I smiled as I took it from his hand, "Oh my gosh, how old is this thing? Almost twenty years? Damn, we are old."

I was an old project from when we were in kindergarten, when we first met. We were suposed to choose your best friend and make a little scrapbook about eachother. He scooted closer as I turned the front cover. On the front page we both signed our name in crayon.

"Ooo, pink crayon Patrick? How manly," I said laughing.

"Hey! I was like five. I didn't point out your terribly drawn butterfly over here," he said pointing to the page.

I just laughed and turned to the next page, it was about stuff we would like to do. "Let's see, watch TV, play on my drumset, and play with my ninja turtles. You haven't changed a bit!" I said poking him.

He giggled, "Hey what about you! Watch TV, eat chicken dinosaurs, and dress up Spike. Why did I even hang out with you?" he said poking me back.

I scoffed, "Rest in peace Spike, you were a good dog," I said kissing my hand and raising it in the air, "Hey, I was the coolest friend you had! Oh wait, I was the only friend you had," I said laughing.

"Oh now you're asking for it!" he said throwing one of my stuffed animals at me.

I caught it and threw it back, missing, "Let's just get back to the book! Thank you." I opened back up to the page we were at and smiled, "Awww, look you tried to draw a ninja turtle," I said pointing to a green figure on the page.

He shied away a little bit, "That's me playing the drums," he mummbled.

Another wave of laughter hit me and I couldn't stop giggling. Patrick just glared at me as I was rolling on the floor. He grabbed the scrapbook from me and flipped the page. "I totally forgot about this page," he said softly with a gentle smile on his face.

I whiped a tear away from my eye and leaned in to look, it was a paragraph about what we liked about eachother. Patrick read mine about him outloud, "I like Patrick because he is the nicest boy in school. He always plays with me during recess and he always shares his snack with me when my mommy forgets to pack mine. When Tara pushed me down on the playground Patrick helped me get a bandaid and hugged me." We both shared a big grin on our faces as Patrick finished the paragraph. He let out a chuckle, "You know I never really did read this," he said looking at me through his glasses, "Thank you."

I gave him a playful shove, "Aww stop it, you're gonna make me blush."

"If I do remember correctly, my paragraph about you will make you sooo horny. You'll just HAVE to have me," he said giggling.

I laughed, "Five-year-old Patrick did have a way with words," I said sarcastically. "Here! I wanna read it!" I said taking the book from Patrick. I cleared my throat and began reading, "I love Courtney because she is my bestest friend. We even have nicknames, I'm Beanie cause I'm the smallest in class and she is Fruity cause her hair always smells like fruits. She is the only girl who isn't mean to me. I like her because she like all the cartoons I do and she is funny. When we get older we are gonna get married and have ten kids."

I couldn't help but giggle at the last part. I looked over at Patrick who was beet red. He was looking away and adjusting his trucker hat. "Uhhh, well..." he said awkwardly.

"Aww don't worry Pattycakes! I think it's sweet," I said turning the page. "Well it looks like we both had the same idea, here's us playing house," I said pointing to a picture of the two of us.

We were dressed in clothing that was way too big for us, it almost looked like we would disappear in the clothes. I was wearing a pink dress and Patrick was wearing a brown trench coat and a dark brown fedora. I was holding a baby doll wrapped in a blanket and he had his arm around me. It looks like we were standing infront of a play kitchen.

Patrick let out a chuckle, "Look how cute we look. What happened?"

I gasped, "I still think we look good. Here," I reached into a nearby box and pulled out an old polorid camera. I leaned closer to Patrick and put his arm around my shoulders, like in the picture. "Cheese!"

CLICK

The flash went off and the gears on the inside began to turn. The camera spit out the picture and I waved it around in the air as it developed.

"There," I placed it on the page right next to the old one.

We just stared at it for awhile in scilence. We studied the pictutres side by side. So much had changed, yet so much has stayed the same. Patrick had a hand on his chin, and I tilted my head and squinted my eyes. We had been through so much since that first picture was taken and Patrick was still right here next to me. The thought made me smile.

"It's been so long, I can't believe we're moving in together. In a way," Patrick said breaking the scilence, like he was reading my mind.

"Yeah," I said softly.

"Hey! You guys still haven't finished picking all that junk up?"

Joe and Andy were standing at the opening of the truck. I quickly closed the book and threw it back into the box. "Uhh yeah, sorry."

"Whatever, just hurry up and take the rest of the boxes up." Joe said kinda moody as he picked up another box.

"Alright princess, jeezz," I said picking up a box. "You alright there Trick? Or do you need Andy to get the other end?" I said smirking.

"Ha-ha," Patrick said glaring. "Whatever, don't trip on your way up, Fruity," he said putting emphisis on my stupid old nickname.

I could feel myself turning red and Andy was giving me a weird look. I just ducked my head and quickly followed Patrick and Joe up the stairs back to the apartment.

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