I and my friend, Selena, were playing ping pong in the play-room, all alone, when two boys entered. They seemed familiar enough, and I soon recognized them. The blonde, little one was an old friend of mine, he was 3 years younger than me, 11 years that is. I'm 14, by the way. His name is Justin. Oh, and I'm Demi. The other guy, about my height, dark hair, and suspiciously familiar voice, happened to be my childhood-best-friend, Joe. They were playing pool. A sudden wave of panic hit me, and I asked my friend to join me to our room to get me cell. I ran out of the room, and didn't stop 'till I was sitting on my bed.

-That was Joe!!

My voice sounded panicky, and kinda happy.

-I thought there was something familiar about him.

My friend was looking thoughtful, but wondering at the same time. Kinda like saying "Your point being?"

Now I felt stupid. Not because she knew, but because if he recognized me, he would think I was a complete idiot, for running out like that.

- OK, well, wanna play some more?

I sounded excited, I hoped she didn't figure out it was because Joe was here.