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Childhood Friends: As he said my name, I ran up to him and gave him the biggest hug in the history of hugs.

"Fabian! I can't believe you're here!" I felt so happy to be seeing him again and by the look on his face, he was happy to see me too.

"Me? I've been here for the past 5 years – where have you been?"

At that, my heart suddenly hurt a bit, "Well after my parents died I had to move back to America and I never got the chance to tell you."

He looked confused which annoyed me – I was going to have to jog his memory back to one of the worst days of my life.

"When did your parents –" he started but then the blonde girl interrupted him, "Sorry to interrupt your really cute moment but how the hell do you two know each other?"

All the others nodded their heads in agreement with Amber. I suppose it was kind of weird if some new American girl just arrived and started talking to someone that you had known for 5 years like best friends do without explaining.

"Oh, well I used to live in England when I was younger and me and Fabian were neighbours." I began.

Fabian then continued, "We went to the same Primary School and soon became best friends but then one day," he turned to face me, the same confusion that was on his face now in his eyes, "one day you vanished and I never saw you again. Everyone made up rumours how you had been taken by the 'Boogey Monster 'or something!"

A sad smile found its way onto myself as I remembered all the good times I had had with Fabian. He had been by best friend ever and, although he didn't know this part, my very first crush.

"Well I tried to tell you what really happened but I couldn't."

"Why not? I was really worried about you!" He seemed – angry? As if it was my entire fault! I then remembered the real reason why I didn't tell him about my leaving.

"I tried Fabian! Really I did but it was the day we had been making the LEGO buildings in school – remember that?" I was angry now too. The others in the room were just staring at me and Fabian as we were in deep conversation/argument and they didn't want to intrude.

I stared at Fabian waiting for him to remember what happened that day but apparently he didn't.

"I have no idea what you are talking about Nina!" he looked annoyed at me.

"I have no idea what you're talking about either." Said a voice from the corner. I looked and saw Alfie smirking.

"Shut up Alfie!" Everyone screamed at him. God, I'd only known him for like 2 seconds and he was already on my nerves.

I turned back to Fabian, took a breath and then began,

"Look, remember when we were in class and the teacher put us in partners for some sculpture project. We really wanted to go together but I got put with Luke and you were partnered with Suzie." I stopped to see if he recalled anything but there was no reaction so I carried on.

"Anyway, we started to build our separate buildings and you and Suzie had almost finished when I came over to you –"

"You came over and completely destroyed our project. I remember now." He finished. The fact that he still thought I had purposefully broken their building near enough broke my heart.

"Fabian, I didn't destroy your project. Suzie tripped me up! But you didn't believe me. You thought I was just jealous that I didn't get to be your partner so I intentionally sabotaged the sculpture." I noticed that everyone was staring at me debating whether or not I was going to start crying.

"Well whatever happened it was like 8 years ago so it doesn't really matter."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. That day - the day where I lost my best friend didn't matter. The day that my heart was wrenched out of my body because my best friend and crush didn't believe me. To make matters worse, that was the night my parents died and I didn't get to say goodbye to Fabian because we were in a fight and he didn't let me speak to him. Apparently that day doesn't matter at all.

"Fabian that day is possibly the most important day of my life. When I got home from school all I wanted to do was apologise and be your friend again but I couldn't because your parents said you didn't want to speak to me. I kept calling your house but there was no response. Then my parents never showed up and the police came telling me that they had died and I had to move to America the next day. I was distraught and I had to tell you but you still wouldn't speak to me." I stopped for a break. Fabian looked at me with pain in his eyes. He obviously didn't know any of this. Two of the girls, Amber and Mara, also looked like they were about to let a tear fall and even one or two of the boys looked quite sad. But this was my story and Fabian had to know why we had been out of touch for the last 8 years of our lives.

"When I was on the plane Fabian, all I could think of was you and if I had just apologised right then, then we could have said goodbye to each other. I even wrote a letter to you but I never got round to actually posting it because I was too scared of what your reaction would be. You were my best friend and you didn't believe me!"

He looked sorry but it still didn't really change how he had made me feel.

"Nina I'm sorry, I didn't know – I was only 7!" I wanted to forgive him really I did, but was it worth it? I really didn't know what to say I mean, we were best friends and all through America I had never found someone like him. He was special. I needed time to think about it.

"Just forget it Fabian. I mean you said it yourself, it was 8 years ago." And with that I walked off up to my room leaving him there with his jaw open staring after me. Even though I was away from them, I could still hear one of them, probably Alfie or Jerome, mumbling something like,

"Back for 1 minute and the house is already filled with tension. Man that new girl is a handful." Which was shortly followed by what sounded like someone being thumped. Were they right – was Fabian right? Was I just overreacting and should this really be affecting me the way it is? I mean, I thought I had moved on from Fabian but maybe, just maybe there was a candle with his name on gently burning in my heart.