I push the door open to my neighbor/best friend's home not bothering to knock since I had a key – that was the best thing about being friends as long we have been. "Hey, Alls!" Dez calls from the general area of the kitchen, not surprising at all. "Go on up, I'll be there in a minute. Do you want a drink?"

"Yes," I replied, slipping off my tennis shoes. I don't bother telling him since I know he will bring what I normally drink. Dez's room was quite clean for the average teenage boy or any boy for that matter – mainly due to his father's military past. I jump onto the bed pulling his throw blanket over my legs as I do, and then place my laptop onto my legs as I start it up. It was about five years old and covered in stickers by my older brother. Dez's passes me the orange soda before taking his seat in the beanbag, pulling another blanket over his own legs. "Thanks."

"So do you have any ideas for the layout?" Dez's asks for about the one hundredth time this year, much to my annoyance. He seemed to understand this since he commented under his breath, "I'll take that as a no." He takes a sip of his Diet Coke and before typing a few things into his laptop. "I was thinking something along the lines of this," he turns the laptop to face me. I can see the generally shapes and colors however I'm practically blind so it was pretty much pointless. "You can't see it can you?" I shake my head and he goes back to clicking on his keys. "I send a copy of the html to your email."

I nod before logging in to both my email and the website we had to build by the end of the semester. I copy the lines of data and place it into the website's custom layout to get a better look at it. "What do you think?"

"I think there's a few more things that need to be worked on when it comes to layout and the colors are defiantly not working for me," I comment switching the main colors of the theme to a better combination.

"What's so bad about the colors?"

"Dez, orange with black stripes and pink with brown dots do not go together."

"But Mrs. Thomas said color!" He interjects.

I cut him off before he can add anything else, "She said it had to be ascetically pleasing four different colors and two different patterns do not work." He rolls his eyes and I continue to fix the colors – making it have a white background, black text, pink links, blue italics, and gray bolding. "Do you want to see this, yes or no?"

"Sure," he sneers towards me, pissing me off slightly. I copy the code and send it to his email. "Fine yours looks better, but that doesn't mean anything!"

"Sure it doesn't, Dezzy."

"Whatever you say, Ally Catty." I flip him off before going back to work on the layout. "So what are we going to put in this website?"

"What are the requirements?"

"Um," he sighs digging through the pile of papers that came with the assignment. "The content of the blog are up to the student's decision as long as it is appropriate for a school's classroom and campus. This means none of the following: pornography, alcohol, drugs, or gang affiliation. The students must also be able to use the scientific method for the information."

"Okay, I'm sure we will think of something before the time comes when she wants the final decision."

"Me too. Have you thought of what needed to be changed about the layout?"

"Yeah. It was missing a contact page so I made one of those and it comes with a FAQ."

"Well aren't we miss smarty pants."

"Sí." We spent the next two hours sending the codes back and forth fixing the errors the other may have made in the process.

"Am I done with this for the night."

"It's only two o'clock, Dez."

"Well, I'm sorry that I had a late night."

"Yes, I'm sure watching Criminal Minds until four in the morning had absolutely nothing to do with you. I'm sure you were held at gun point and forced to watch just like every other night."

"How are you so good at knowing this kind of stuff?" He snipes sarcastically forcing himself out of the beanbag and taking the empty soda can off the floor. "Finished?" He indicates at my can; I nod. "It's your turn to pick the movie. You know where they are." Of course I did, I spent ninety percent of my life in his house. I slip into his older sister's, Danielle, room and pick out a movie that I hadn't watched since the year had begun, three months ago.

"CAN YOU BRING POPCORN!" I yell downstairs, being greeted with the smell of it which had wafted towards the up levels of the house. "THANK YOU!" I walk back into his room and start the DVD, making it to the menu before Dez returns with a bag of popcorn and a drink for each of us. "Gracias."

He nods and joins me under the bed, pulling the bag's tabs. I press the play button, and we finish the movie two and half hours later; however, sometime between the beginning and end of the film we have both fallen asleep in each others arms. Most parents would be concerned if this happened when they weren't home, but Dez and I knew each other from the day we were born so we had a tendency to end up falling asleep at each other's place.

I wake up to the smell of cake, which then forces me to wake Dez up. "Your mom is making cake!" That seems to wake him quicker than anything and we race out of the bedroom with the popcorn bag and soda cans to the kitchen.

"Nice of you all to join us," Dez's mother says from the table. Her long red hair is down for once and she has changed out of her scrubs. Dez's father is sitting with his back towards us, so much that we can see his bald spot. "It's your favorite, Ally."

"Handmade spaghetti? With marinara and garlic bread?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Yay! Thank you!" I speed towards the kitchen, filling my plate before Dez registers what has happened. "So why did you make this?"

"Well I saw that you were here and your dad told me that you got accepted into Harvard and so I wanted to congratulate you. You're like our second daughter." Dez's sister had been living in Los Angeles for five years – mainly due to the fight her father had with her the week before and she hadn't been home since. Her mother refused to accept that she was estranged from Danielle; because technically Dani was only estranged from her father.

I don't comment, only smile and go back to the food. "So do you all have any plans for the big thirtieth anniversary?"

"We have a couple of ideas," Dez's father replies, "I'm just waiting on the plans to finalize."

"That's nice," I smile towards him since I am a part of the plan. He is thinking of having a surprise vow renewal which they had never done.

When Dez and I are finished with our meals, we clean our plates and head back upstairs to work on the project even more. At nine o'clock, Dez finally comes up with our idea, "Matchmaking! That's the idea."

"What?"

"We will make a match making site. Have people from school fill a profile and then the computer can match the closest people up."

"I like it. Tell me more."

Dez complies, "Mrs. T will love it. She loves those sappy books and movies and crap that girls like, right? Well then she'll like the idea! Like if we have fifty multiple choice questions with twenty six options then the computer can match another profiles with the most questions the same. So someone with forty questions the same with someone else and be their top match; however the same profile can have ten answers the same with a different profile and be a match to that profile. It gets all the things she wants."

"You're so brilliant! I could kiss you!"

"I'm waiting," he replies. Then we laugh, both knowing that it would be the most awkward kiss ever.

So what do you think? I really like it at the moment. I know the writing style is kind of crappy right now but I'm trying to figure out the style of it. Anyways tell me what you think. Should I continue?

xoxo Maddie