A/N: I don't know why it took me so long to make this fic, especially cause this is based on my favorite movie and book. But, here I am writing it now. A lot of my friends have never seen or read the story this is inspired by, but I hope people here on FanFiction. net are different and enjoy a little change of pace as I take on something different, other than Glee. Anyway, enjoy: we are infinite. .

I smiled as my family took pictures and snapshots of me. Today was my graduation day, and I was happy. I hadn't gone bad or done things, and my parents might not know why. But I do. It's because of her. Sam. My Sam. My beautiful, lovely Sam. With such pretty brown eyes. The kind of pretty that deserves to make a big deal out of itself. And then, I saw her. Standing there, a wide grin on her face. As the sun rays from the clear, Mid-Spring sky shown down on that grin. And made her teeth just sparkle like the most precious jewel in the ocean as she smiled her very beautiful, very perfect Sam smile.

She walks over and hugs me close and tight, and whispers something in a tone for only me to hear:

"You made it, Charlie. I'm so proud of you!"

I attempted to keep the tears that were forming in my eyes to not fall down my cheeks, (especially because I didn't want to cry in front of my family), but I couldn't help it. And the tears fell. But I wasn't embarassed...no, I was...proud. Proud of how far I got, and who I became. I was no longer that shy, awkward Freshman who had no one to sit with on the first day of school. No. I was a bright, bold young man. And I...was proud.

This deeply emotional moment that I'm pretty sure will become a photograph and a memory was not-so-quietly interrupted by a loud, brass voice.

"CHARLIE!" I only looked up for a slight glance to see Patrick, until he engulfed me in the tightest hug I've been a part of since the first day that Sam saw me in the hospital, and before my Aunt Helen died.

Sam giggled at her brother's crazy, overly-dramatic expressions as he tried to squeeze the ever-living life out of me! (I'm sorry if that sentence was repetitive).

"Patrick...can't-" Before I could utter anymore, he graciously let go and I got to see that Patrick grin I've gotten so fond of...

"Charlie! THIS...is Lucas!" The blue-eyed boy waved and smiled, gripping Patrick's right hand and lovingly looked into his eyes. "I met him at Seattle U!" That's what Patrick calls The University of Washington, "I met him at a football game, no...he doesn't play. He was supporting his ex...funny how things turn out..." And with that, he burst into laughter. "Lucas here had a sorta-not-really-similar experience I had with Brad. In that...they had a horrible break up. And when it ended, and when he came to me...we-"

"Stop there, P..." Lucas cut him off, "I don't need all our exploits being exposed to someone I have just now met."

"So...what you're saying is...I can share some of our exploits with Charlie, here?" Patrick plastered on yet another signature Patrick grin and Lucas rolled his eyes but continuing to smile none-the-less.

"It took me a while, but I have gotten used to his...anticts."

"Oh honey bear, you know I had you at hello." And with that cheesy line, they shared a kiss.

"And I also am used to the fact that he only speaks in John Hughs, Brat-Pack movie quotes..." I laughed to myself. That was...very...Patrick of Patrick.

"Enough of the lovebirds," Sam interjected, "We'll see you at Charlie's graduation party, tonight. We're...going to Kings!"

And with those words, I had to try not to jump for joy...Kings had now become my favorite place to go. Especially...when I'm with Sam...