Fifteen years wasn't a long time. Not in the grand scheme of things. Not really. But so much could change in a year, that as Ami sat and watched her friends she wondered how they all survived college and life after that.

"Oh, wow," said the woman to her right, a blond with her hair up in buns and long ponytails. She was holding a picture in her hand, one from a stock pile that had been brought out during their get together that now sat on a low table between the four women. "This is a bad photo of me," she said with a smile.

"Usagi, every photo of you is a bad photo," came the snarky reply of dark eyed beauty across from her. But her harsh words were dulled by her gentle voice as she smiled at the pig-tailed blond.

Usagi turned to her sister, "Your wife is being mean again, Mina-chan!"

Minako laughed. "Rei is always mean to you, Usagi-chan." Then she turned to her partner. "And excuse you! If there is a bad photo of Usagi, it means my photos are bad as well. We're twins after all!"

Rei only smiled and leaned across the table to kiss her wife on the cheek. "Hush." Rei turned to Ami then. "Where's your better half tonight, Ami-chan?"

Ami smiled and took a sip of her drink. "Home," the bluenette answered as she set her drink down. "She's just not feeling well tonight."

Rei nodded in understanding. "Still feeling ill, after all this time?"

Ami nodded. "She is. She's turning out to be one of those women where pregnancy just doesn't agree with her until the baby arrives."

Usagi grimaced. "And she has six more months to wait! Poor girl."

"Oh, wow," Minako said, echoing her sister just minutes before. Everyone turned to the blond to see she was holding up another picture. "Talk about a blast from the past!" She turned the picture so everyone else could see and three pairs of eyes went wide.

"Wasn't that the summer after our first year of college," Usagi asked, taking the picture from her sister to study. "We look so young!"

"I was already in my fourth year of medical school," Ami corrected, taking another sip of her drink.

"Yeah, we know," Minako said sullenly. "You left me in middle school to go to high school and by the time I got there, you had gone to college." She wagged her manicured finger at Ami. "Skipping levels wasn't allowed, Mizuno-sensei!"

Ami laughed as Usagi handed her the picture next. "You had Usagi-chan," she said.

"Exactly my point," Minako huffed.

"Hey," cried her sister. Usagi then picked up the pillow she had been sitting on and smacked Minako in the face with it.

As the blondes wrestled around, Rei shook her head accompanied by a long suffering sigh. Ami giggled and glanced down at the photo Usagi had given her a moment ago. She felt her heart give an audible thump in her chest as she looked down at an nineteen-year-old version of herself, her two best friends, and Rei. They had crowded into a picture taken with someone's phone (Ami remembered it was Minako's) and with them, her arms wrapped around the quiet little blue-haired bookworm, was Makoto, her green eyes bright and shining.

Ami felt her cheeks go warm at the memories that flashed in her mind from the summer she fell in love.