Three years had passed since that weekend at the lake house, three blissful years. Charlotte, Donna and I talked regularly, going out at least once a week for a girl's day or a sleepover. I did end up taking up the Hillard girls' offer, and would call them when I needed advice. Andre and I would sometimes play soccer when I came over, and we always ended up tying. And Greg? True to his word, we would talk everyday. Sometimes it was great and we'd talk about the randomest things, but sometimes, we'd fight. But we had never broken up, not once, and the fights always managed to dissipate into nothing. I remember when he told me he'd be moving here.

"Hey babe! Happy anniversary." Greg said, smiling goofily at me.

"Happy anniversary." I said, smiling back. We decided to make it a 'virtual date', so I had put on a peachish-pink dress and a black leather jacket. The girls had come over earlier to help, and made a small braid on either side of my hair, and pinned it back. Greg had on a black blazer and a crisp white shirt. His hair looked as though he had attempted to calm down his curls, but eventually lost the battle. I didn't care, I thought he looked handsome.

"What's on the menu?" I asked.

"I'll be having-" he revealed his plate "-Kraft macaroni and cheese apparently."

"Ooh yum!" I laughed.

"Shut up, it's delicious." He said, but he was laughing as well. "What do you have?"

"Grilled cheese." I said.

"And you're laughing at me?" He asked, incredulous.

"Hey! I'm not an expert cook!" I said.

"We can see that!" He teased. I mock-glared at him. After taking we finished eating, and talking about our theories on Andre's sexuality, he cleared his throat.

"I have something important to tell you." He said, turning incredibly serious all of a sudden. My heart began to race. We hadn't said I love you, mostly because it didn't seem right saying it when we weren't face to face, and I wasn't exactly sure how I felt. Though it had been two years...

"Uh, Bekka? You okay?" He asked.

I snapped out of my thoughts.

"What? Oh yeah, continue."

"Okay, well, I wanted to tell you that I'm-"

"GREGORY FEDER! WHY IS YOUR UNDERWEAR IN THE DISHWASHER?!" I heard Roxanne's voice yell. I raised an eyebrow at him, amused, as he turned as red as a tomato.

"Damn it Keith." He cursed. "Mom, I'M A LITTLE BUSY RIGHT NOW!" He yelled back, giving me an apologetic look. I waved it off, too busy trying to stifle my laughs with my hand.

"WHAT COULD YOU BE POSSIBLY BE DOING THAT IS SO IMPORTANT, YOU CAN'T REMOVE YOUR UNDERWEAR FROM THE DISHWASHER?" I vaguely heard laughing in the background. Probably from Keithie and Becky.

"I'M TALKING WITH MY GIRLFRIEND! CAN I HAVE A LITTLE PRIVACY PLEASE?!" He shouted back, tiredly.

"Bekka?" I heard someone say excitedly. Suddenly, Keithie and Becky burst into the room.

"Hey Bekka!" They shouted excitedly, squishing Greg to see the computer. I smirked at Greg's discomfort.

"Hi guys! What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing much. We just wanted to bother Greg and say hi." Keithie answered, before turning to Greg.

"By the way, what are you wearing? You look ridiculous."

"For your information," Greg answered, shoving Keithie out of the way roughly "It's a blazer, and Bekka and I are on a date. It's our anniversary, so can you please GET OUT?"

"Bekka? Did you hear? We're moving! We're going to be able to see you everyday!" Becky told me happily. My face broke out into a gigantic grin.

"Really?!" I nearly shouted.

"Yeah. Greg didn't tell you?" Keithie asked from his position on the floor.

"Well I was GOING to, until you two came and so rudely interrupted me." Greg said irritably.

"It doesn't matter! I just can't wait until you get here." I said, smiling at Greg. He returned it, but the moment was broken when Keithie and Becky yelled out "EWWWWW!"

"GET OUT!"

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I had begged to pick them up from the airport, I couldn't wait to see Greg! My dad agreed, mostly to get me to stop annoying him. I had called in the girls once again, and they helped me because I was having a nervous break down.

"What if he doesn't want to see me anymore? What is he found someone else? What if he decides to break up with me? What if he thinks I'm ugly?" I said, my heart racing as nervous butterflies swarmed in my stomach, making me feel like I was going to puke.

"Or what if, nothing happens and you two resume your relationship?" Donna asked sarcastically. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Oh come on. We've been listening to you complain and beg for this moment all year. You should be happy." Donna said to me.

"Yeah, what's up with you? You never get this nervous, especially over a guy." Charlotte asked. I sighed. I guess, Greg was special. He was my first kiss, my first boyfriend...I was excited, I had been wishing for this to happen, but I was just scared that something bad was going to happen. I wasn't exactly sure why I was so nervous, but I had a feeling, and I wasn't quite ready to admit it.

"I'm fine. I'm fine now." I reassured them, not explaining my nerves, but I assumed they figured it out, because they didn't push.

"See? Now go get changed!" Donna said, handing me my clothes before clapping me on the back. I dropped the clothes, clutching my mouth.

"I think I'm going to be sick." I said, running to the bathroom.

"Oh great." I heard them sigh. I heaved, but didn't throw up. I calmed myself down, washing up before going back out. Charlotte wordlessly handed me an aspirin with a glass of water. I gulped it down, grabbed my clothes and went inside the bathroom again to change.

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I was standing at the gate, pacing back and forth anxiously, while my dad groaned for the 342th time, it seemed.

"Calm down. You already checked the board. They have landed, they're just going through security and claiming their luggage, they'll be here soon. Unless they crashed or got arrested for transporting illegal items. Then you're probably never going to see them again." I glared at him, then continued on pacing, ignoring his attempts to reassure me. I had continued that for 10 more minutes, before I leaned against my dad, very tired. I nearly fell asleep, until I felt him nudge me. I looked up to see what his problem was, and then I saw them. Roxanne hugged me first, saying how nice it was to see me again. Lenny was next, ruffling my hair. I grew a little agitated. It's not that I wasn't happy to see them, I just really wanted to see Greg! Keithie and Becky attacked me at the same time, and I smiled at them.

"Becky you grew so much! I thought I told you you're not allowed to grow up!" I said to her.

"I'm still the same, just taller! I may even be taller than you soon!" She said cheerfully. Oh I missed her.

"Yeah, you may." I said, before turning to Keithie.

"And you! You look so handsome!" I cooed, ruffling his hair. "The girls are going to be chasing after you!" He blushed. I then turned to Greg. He clearly had a growth spurt during the time we were apart, and looked more...muscular. He had been staring at me the entire time, and my nerves returned back, full force. Was something wrong? Did he not like the way I looked?

"Excuse me? I don't think I remember this being the girlfriend I left behind. You're much more beautiful." He said, his deep voice interrupting my thoughts. I grinned and practically leapt at him. He dropped his suitcase and spun me around.

"And you are about as cheesy as I remember." I teased. He placed me on the ground gently before we kissed. Somebody clearing their throat interrupted us.

"Break it up you two!" My dad said, glaring at Greg.

"Yes sir." Greg mumbled, while I glared at my dad.

"Oh calm down Marcus! They haven't seen each other face to face in so long, leave them alone!" Roxanne defended, and I mentally cheered. Go Roxanne! We walked back to the car, Greg and I hand in hand. The entire time in the car, even through dinner, Greg and I were in our own little world. Sitting next to each other and close, talking to only each other. Unfortunately, soon it was time for Greg and his family to go to his new house. I felt a little selfish for wanting Greg to stay with me, but I hadn't seen him all year! But I forgot about that when he softly kissed me and whispered "Don't worry, I'll come see you first thing in the morning."

I spent the next few days showing him around, and we would just walk around town, talking and laughing. It was amazing. Of course, I didn't keep him all to myself, as he and Andre met up and caught up as well. All in all, it was pure bliss.

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PRESENT DAY:

.Beep

I switched off my alarm and got out of bed. I had woken up feeling excited! Why, you ask? It was the last day of school! I slipped on dark pink denim shorts and a yellow sleeveless blouse, tying my hair up in a loose, messy bun. I skipped downstairs, tossing a slice of toast in the toaster. My dad still wasn't up, snoring away in bed I guessed. He had been acting weird since last night when he received some email. I had shrugged it off though, since he refused to tell me. I heard the toast pop up, and turned around to take it out.

"Ooh! Hot hot hot!" I hissed before dropping it on the plate. I slathered some butter on it and practically shoved it in my mouth, trying to hurry up. I swallowed the last plate, before taking out my phone and dialling Greg.

"Hello?" He croaked tiredly.

"Hey babe, it's me. Did you just wake up?" I questioned.

I hear a bang. "Wha-no, I've been up for a long time." He stuttered.

"Mhmm. So I guess that means we're taking the bus and not walking, since you're late?" I sighed.

"Sorry." He apologized.

"It's fine. Just hurry up and get dressed. I'll be over in ten." I hung up, and grabbed a glass of milk. Just then I heard a loud yawn.

"Morning sweetheart." My dad said. Odd. He doesn't usually call me sweetheart.

"Uh, morning dad." I said, before finishing the rest of my milk.

"Listen I got to to talk to you-"

"Sorry! I have to go to school! I need to go meet Greg at his house." I said, kissing him on the cheek and grabbing my backpack.

"Isn't that over yet?" He asked.

"Nope, today's the last day. Oh! And remember dad, my performance today is at 4. You'll come right?" I said, not giving him time to answer as I walked out the door.

"Okay see you then! Bye!" I said, practically running to the Feder's house.

"But I need to-" Marcus Higgins sighed "-tell you something." He finished, mumbling.

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I'm going to stop it there because that's all the time I have, hope you enjoyed!