Amy was following Ray home. She was driving her black Durango with Dylan and Sarah in the back seat while Ray had Nick and a lot of their luggage. No one except Ray knew where they were going. It was a surprise. Amy didn't expect anything grand from Ray since he is only a Mechanic. He dropped out after eleventh grade and became a mechanic.

Amy looked around their old town, it still looked the same. Even smelled the same. Everyone just had gotten older. When they went down a familiar road, Amy started having flash backs. She saw her and Nick playing hop scotch down the street with the neighborhood kids. On the other side of the street she saw Tim chasing her because they were playing man hunt. They were in their old neighborhood. Ray finally stopped. Amy stared at the house. It looked like no one has lived in it for years.

Ray and Nick got out of the car and walked over to Amy.

"You going to gawk at it all day or you going to help us move in?" asked Ray leaning in the window.

"You serious? But how?" Amy asked feeling a smile form on her face.

"Eh, Buddy Garrette."

That explained it all right there. Ray looked in the back to see Sarah and Dylan sleeping.

"Keep your windows down so they don't get hot." He hit the button to the back of her jeep and started piling the boxes on the sidewalk.

Moving in took forever but they finally finished. They finished around five, just in time for dinner.

"I'll go get us a pizza," said Ray.

"I'm coming!" yelled Nick from the kitchen.

Amy rolled her eyes. "Boys all they think about is food and girls."

"Ew, not me, football and food," said Dylan watching TV. Amy laughed.

"Sissy, I need to go potty," said Sarah pulling at Amy's pants. Amy nodded an ok and walked Sarah to the bathroom.

"I can do it from here," said Sarah.

"Are you sure?"

"I can do it, I can do it." Amy couldn't help but laugh.

"Ray and Nick Thomas?" asked a feminine voice behind them. They turned around to see Lyla Garrette.

"Lyla, wow," said Nick. Ray elbowed him in the side.

"You're back? When was this?"

"Today. Moved into the old home."

"That's great. Really it is. You going to try to play football again?"

"Yup, Coach Taylor still here?"

"Course. See you around." Nick watched Lyla leave.

"And it begins," said Ray turning back to the counter.

"What begins?"

"The gossip and your crush on Lyla Garrate."

Nick punched him in the arm.

The next morning Amy woke up early to go grocery shopping since they were all out of food. She went into her stash of money for emergencies and walked to her car. Amy remembered where the shopping center was which was a little surprising.

When she was shopping she grabbed a few things that were really needed. She was over by the frozen food section when she heard a familiar voice.

"You are going to melt everything over here, sweetie," said the guy.

Amy knew exactly who that was. "That's just creepy Billy," she said turning around.

Billy backed up and looked at her. "Whoa, am I seeing things? Amy?" She nodded and he gave her a hug. "I can't believe it. You're here." He let go and looked at her.

"Damn, Tim is going to fall head over heels for you again."

"How is he?" Amt starting pushing her cart. Billy was silent and she was afraid to hear this. Billy didn't know to tell her that Tim was not great at all. "He's uh doing well. He's going for a football scholarship." He lied.

"Really? Wow, that's great."

"Look Amy Tim was a mess when you left. A really bad one."

"I knew he would be. That is like him to go and get into a depression start. I missed him so much."

"He still cares about you, even though he has that arrogant 'I don't care about anything' look."

"Didn't he always have that?" Amy laughed.

Billy nodded. "Don't be a stranger. Come visit, soon for Tim."

Amy nodded.

"Glad you're back, Amy. Can I tell him?"

Amy took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah."

Billy pulled up to the house. He grabbed the groceries and went inside. Tim was lying on the couch passed out. Billy shook his head and heard the toilet flush. He started putting the groceries away when he saw some random girl, must be a rally girl or a cheerleader walking out of the bathroom. If only Tim knew Amy was back, maybe, he would not be doing parties for two every other day.

"Tell Tim it was fun," said the girl as she grabbed her purse and left.

"Not in this lifetime, Tramp," said Billy.

Billy walked over to the couch and sat on Tim. Tim woke up quickly and Billy turned the TV on and blasted it.

"Morning Sunshine!" Billy yelled. "Late night?"

"Get the hell off of me, Billy? What the fuck?" Tim pushed Billy up and sat up rubbing his hands through his hair.

"You know I was thinking Tim."

"Oh that's wonderful."

"While I was at the grocery store I was thinking, maybe, just maybe, you should clean your act up. Stop drinking as much, stop fucking random hot girls, start doing well in school, because maybe someday a beautiful girl may come by. She's smart and hot, definitely hot, and she sees you and thinks of you as a loser. And you just missed that hot little ass because you are a loser."

"Tons of girls like me. Why would I change for one?" Tim got up from the couch and walked over to the fridge.

"You're right," said Billy. "Because Amy Thomas can do so much better than you."

Tim stiffened at her name and turned around. "What?"

"She's back bro," said Billy. "And looking as hot as ever."