"Dude," Peter started, talking to his best friend Logan on his brand new phone, "There's something way wrong with Blake and Bobbi-Jo lately."

"What do you mean something wrong?" Peter asked, not sounding concerned at all. Peter had been Logan's best friend ever since third grade when Logan had dove in front of a dodge ball to save Peter from getting out. They trusted each other with everything….supposedly.

"Well dude, you've seen the way they've been acting lately. And I think you're in it too. I have this feeling like there's something you three know that I don't. You keep using code words with her and with Bobbi-Jo. I don't know if I'm being paranoid but whatever the hell it is, it's annoying." Logan was silent for a few moments before continuing,

"Uhhh, Peter it's nothing. Hey, I have to go take out the trash and shit though. I'll call you, uh, back. Yeah ok?" Peter scrunched up his face and sighed.

"Yeah fine, have fun," Peter said sarcastically. There was definitely something up that he didn't know about. It was obvious when Logan was lying. 'What are they hiding from me? One of them has a secret. Hopefully it's not Blake. I should probably give her a call' Blake had gone down to Florida three days ago for a weekend vacation and Peter hadn't talked to her since. He picked up his cell phone which was resting in his lap and dialed Blake's number which he had committed to memory. He rolled over on his stomach and waited until she picked up.

"MMmmm, Hullo?" Blake murmured softly into the phone.
"Blake?"
"Peter?" Peter laughed.
"Hey babe."
"Shit, what time is it?"
"Uh…Blake its like 3:00pm."
"Holy Shit! I've been sleeping for like, fifteen hours. Ha, that will teach me not to take that drowsy allergy medicine again. It gives me like the worst hangover feeling anyway when I wake up from it," Blake giggled.
"Blake that stuff is ridiculous and you're like addicted to it. It's messing with you."
"I'll stop, I promise."
"That's what you said after you started smoking last year. It took you the entire freshman year to get over it," Peter recalled.
"Not fair, you smoked too," Blake pouted.
"I didn't crave it. I only did it with you when we were together. But I'm glad your over it," Peter smiled. Blake frowned and her eyes flickered over to her nightstand where she was hiding her latest stash. She had never quit. She had cut back from most of it after Peter had started bugging her about it, but hadn't quit completely. There were still certain times when she just needed it. Like those times after her dad had one of his frequent temper tantrums and started –
"Blake?"
"Oh sorry, yeah me too."


"I miss seeing you. Your house looks so empty. I miss sneaking out at three in the morning and going to the playground." Blake and Peter had known each other forever and lived in the same neighborhood. They had met on the first day of fifth grade when Blake's family had moved from California to Boston. It wasn't until seventh grade when they had developed crushes on each other and Peter had shyly asked Blake out on day after school. Now they were well into their sophomore year and coming up on their 3 year anniversary. All their friends were still surprised every time Blake and Peter reminded them they were still together after three long years, but they claimed to be "in love". Whether it was true or not, Peter wanted to do something special for Blake since 3 was, after all, a big number.

"Aw, Peter, I really miss you too. I wish you were here, you would love Florida, I can't believe you said you've never been here before. Me and my sisters come here every year around this time." Blake had two sisters: Audrine who was a senior, and Melody who was a freshman. They were all considered beautiful and the juniors joked that it wasn't fair that there wasn't one of them for their grade. "It's like, ridiculously warm here," Blake continued.

"Haha, it snowed here today, the pond even froze over. It's supposed to keep snowing all week."
"Omigosh! Ice-skating on the pond! Now I'm excited to home I've been waiting for that all year!" Peter stopped and though. Would ice-skating be good for 3 years together? Nahh. More like a dinner out in the city. And possibly more fun activities after….

"Yeah Ice-skating could be fun, but I know something that you will enjoy later. I'll tell you about the details later. It's gonna be a surprise so don't even bother asking Logan or Bobbi-Jo because they don't know either."
"Hmmph, fine. I'll just let you surprise me. Your not very good at surprises though," Blake teased.
"What? Are you joking? Yes I am!"
"You're the one who told me about my surprise birthday party in the seventh grade, and what you were getting me for Christmas last year, AND that you overheard my parents planning on getting me a dog last year."
"So I'm bad at keeping other people's secrets. But I'm not screwing this one up. So calm down," Peter smiled.
"Can I have a hint then?"
"Your hint is that you will surely and thoroughly enjoy it."
"Aw, that's a shitty hint. Well, I'm going down to the beach before it's like, nighttime again, so I'll talk to you later since you're not gonna tell me. I come home tomorrow night so I'll see you after that."
"Cause my heart will always be yours and I was meant to be with you…."
"Forever together we stick together like glueeee."
"Such an old song with such good cheesy intentions behind it. I love you Blake, remember that. See you soon."
"I love you too," Blake smiled, "I love you more." She hung up the phone and chucked it into her bag along with a towel, a water bottle, and her ipod. Tanning time. Blake walked slowly and softly down 

the stairs, not wanting to run into her step-mom or dad. But the only one downstairs in the kitchen was Audrine.
"Hey, you finally got your sleepy ass out of bed I see," she said, putting a piece of bread on top of a turkey sandwich.
"Is that for me?" Blake asked, looking hungrily at the sandwich.
"No, make your own sandwich girlie. This one's for me." to prove her point Audrine took a little bite out of it and chewed it slowly.
"I hate you," Blake stuck her tongue out and snatched the sandwich from Audrine's hands.
"Dude, you cram that thing into your mouth I kick your face," Audrine said angrily. Blake did exactly that, stuffing the entire sandwich into her mouth in one bite.
"Christ you have no respect for me do you," Audrine crossed her arms.
"Go ahead, kick my face."
"Learn to sleep with your eyes open Blake."
"Hi girrrls!" Their step-mother, Nicole slurred, stepping into the beach house. Audrine and Blake both groaned under their breath so that she wouldn't hear. Although even if she did, she probably wouldn't notice. Nicole always slurred, even if she wasn't drunk.
"Hi Nicole," Audrine said politely. Their father was forty-nine years old and had re-married Nicole Livingsworth two years ago. Nicole was only thirty-nine. It was disgusting.
"Your dad and Melody are down at the beach with me, you girls should come down," she said happily, getting out more towels from the linen closet. A condom fell out of a towel. Audrine and Blake winced.

"Sure Nicole, we'll be down in a little while," Audrine said, still being ever so polite. Nicole snatched the condom up and threw it away. Then she turned and headed back out the door.
"Sure you don't want to hold onto that? I don't want another sibling," Blake muttered. Audrine slapped Blake's arm."How can you continue to be sooo polite to her when we both know how disgusting she is?" Blake whined. Audrine sighed,
"We both know how easy it is to be fake these days."