A/N: Hey guys! I'm Scarlett, and this is my first fanfic! That doesn't mean I'm going to say things like go easy on me, I honestly need the criticism. Feel free to review( I want to know if people actually like my story) and thanks for at least stopping by!

"I'll make sure to do some vlogs. This is Golden Flame signing out." I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't have to do anything but vlogs for a week. I loved making videos, but I really needed a break. Besides, I only have 1,000 subs, with about 300 that actually watched my content. I decided to check and see if anyone uploaded anything good.
I laughed my head off as Jerome chased Mitch with an axe. "Betty's comin' for ya, biggums!" he yelled. I paused the video so I could catch my breath. I had to do this quite often when I watched YouTube, because I laughed very easily. I hit play again and watched as Mitch proceeded to one-shot Jerome with his bow.
"The ultimate Katniss!" he exclaimed. I smiled. His voice was so adorable when he yelled. I would know, of course, because he used to be my best friend.
Jerome and I grew up on the same street in New Jersey. I was only three days older than him, so we usually hung out. We went to school together and always had the same classes. Then, in 4th grade, a new boy moved to town. His name was Mitch. We met him when we all had to celebrate our birthday together.
We were best friends until 9th grade, when I had to move to Albany. We tried to keep in touch, but it didn't work out. I haven't seen them face to face for three years. I heard they'd started a YouTube channel, so I watched them every day. I even learned how to play Minecraft so I would be good enough if I ever got to see them again.
This was possible, of course, because my family was taking me on a trip to Ocean City before I left to go to college. Our hometown was just fifteen minutes away from there. I figured I'd find a moment to slip away and visit Jerome, since Mitch had since moved to Montreal. I was just hoping he'd recognize me. Talk about awkward if he didn't...
The doorbell rang and I ran downstairs to answer it. "Carmella Paige, why didn't you tell me you were going to Ocean City? WITHOUT ME?" Demanded my best friend Annette. I knew she was joking so I playfully punched her in the arm.
"I just wanted all of the tan boys to myself." I said. She laughed because we both knew I wasn't a flirt. I have had one boyfriend, and he lasted about 48 hours. It's probably because I hang around boys so much. I'm just not all weird around them.
"Well, I probably won't see you until college, so goodbye." She said sadly. I rolled my eyes.
"I'll see you in a week, Annette." I reminded.
"It seems so long!" She fake sobbed.
I hugged her. "Goodbye now, I'll text you," I said. She waved and left.
I went to my bathroom to brush my hair. It's brown beach waves fell past my shoulders. I looked a lot different then how I did in 9th grade. I looked more mature. Maybe Jerome wouldn't know who I was.
I flopped down on my bed. I was so excited for going to the ocean. I used to go all the time with Mitch and Jerome. My older brother would drive us and try to pick up girls while we hung out. Looking back, I realized I had been a lot more confident then with my body. I'm talking bikini confident. It was a whole new world when you hung out with girls, because they made you notice every flaw you had. I pondered this the whole four hour car ride as I prepared to finally see Jerome.

I stretched my legs as I finally got out of the car. My parents' car was already parked in the rental house's garage, so I figured they were already here. I happily ran into the house, only to find a note that said:

Carmen,
Your father and I went out to church (It's walking distance, isn't that cool?)We're going out for dinner, so entertain yourself until we get back!
XOXO
Mom

I smiled. This was the perfect time to visit Jerome. I scribbled a note back to her telling her where I'd be. After carting my luggage into my room, I set off for his house.

I drove past my house and all the way to his. I was positive he still lived there because his vlogs were from his room from when I lived here. Nervously, I stepped out of the car and up the front steps to the red door I had been through many times. I heard the doorbell echo. I realized I was holding my breath and let go right as Jerome's mother answered.
"Who is this- Carmen, is that you?" She asked. I nodded. "You probably want to see Jerome, don't you?"
"Yes, please,"I said.
"You know where his room is, just be sure to knock! He might be recording." I hopped off to his room. Good thing his mom remembered me. He might, too.

A/N: Also, let me know about anything you want to see later in the story. I'll try to update every day, but school starts soon so I don't know. Any tips on my writing are appreciated!