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-Jasmine

Eve sneezed as she signed off and closed her laptop. She honestly hated the thing. Julia had gotten it for her two years ago when they had first moved. It was kind of like a sorry present. The whole thing screamed, "Sorry I took you away from your friends and family and pretty much everything you love... but here! Have this fancy computer to be your new friend!" She sighed and went out onto her balcony. Arizona was a beautiful place, it really was. She looked out at the beautiful scene before her as she sat down in her chair next to the railing. She would go out there all the time. The only thing she wished was that it was colder, more like home. But what could she do?

The only reason that she had used the computer that day was because she wanted to talk to Sam. It was her 21st birthday that day. It was torture to be there. All she wanted to do was be with her friends... Eve was pulled out of her thoughts by her cellphone ringing.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Eve!" Eve was greeted with a high, preppy voice. She knew who it was in an instant. She had noly a few good friends and only ONE knew how to squeak like that.

"Hey, Rio." She greeted in a soft voice. Rio didn't even pay any attention to her sad tone. She went on talking.

"Oh my gosh! Guess what!" She said.

"What."

"My parents are out of town for the weekend so we're going to have a party!" Eve groaned. Party was the last thing she wanted to do that day. She was more leaning towards just curling up with some hot tea and doing nothing.

"Cool." She said in a tone that told everyone she didn't think that at all. Of course, Rio didn't pick up on this.

"So you'll come?" She asked.

"No..." Eve told her.

"Aw! Come on! There are a lot of cute guys asking about you...!"

"I can't Rio. Mom still isn't doing too good." She told her. Julia was going a bit crazy in her age. She continued in a quieter voice, "Last night she thought I was five again and made me watch Thomas and Friends with her." Rio didn't say anything, she didn't really do well with the fact that Julia was crazy.

"You sure that's why you want to stay home?" Rio asked. Eve sighed.

"Yes."

"Come on, Eve! Let me set you up on a date!"

"No."

"Eve. You have to get over this guy."

"No!" Eve yelled, "Just... I have to go. Have fun at your party."
"Fine." Rio said and hung up. Eve just sat there and looked at the sky again. What was she going to do?

…

Gigi smiled as she added the finishing touches to her painting. For Sam's birthday she had been working on this picture for months. I was a break from what she normally drew. Call her crazy but it would always be the same thing. Sodapop, (The guy, not the drink.) Her friends, scenes that she could remember from living in Tulsa. Call her crazy but it was one of the only things that kept her sane. She looked down at the painting with pride. It was a Gothic piece, thousands of black, iron roses curling around the light purple script that read, "Samantha". She couldn't say it looked better. She quickly packed up. Everyone was going to be staying at Sam's new house for the weekend to celebrate. She quickly got in the car, if she didn't hurry she was going to be late.

…

Meg rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and she woke up from her nap. It was Sam's birthday and they were going to celebrate. Meg could only guess what would happen. Her birthday had been a month ago and Adam had gotten her Dad to let them stay the week at her lake house. It was the craziest time of her life but she couldn't deny that it was fun.

Meg looked at the clock. Just around noon. She was supposed to show up at Sam's around 2 so she still had time for maybe a snack. She got up and looked around the house. Her mom was out buying milk so she was alone. Not like she couldn't take care of herself. She was 17 now and perfectly capable. She looked through the cabinets. The only the that was really good looking was pasta. She pulled it out and started to make it. It was almost done when Meg remembered something. She looked in the spice cabinetand pulled out the vanilla. She smiled to herself and poured some in. She missed Pony a lot.

Like a whole lot.

She had been asked out a lot but she hadn't dated since then. She couldn't help it but she felt that it would be like cheating on him. They had never really broken up. She knew that she would have to date sooner or later, unless she wanted to die alone, but for some reason she just did want to. At least, not then. She smiled while she ate the pasta.

Pony was right, it did make it taste better.

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Sam got out of the car with a smile on her face. It was a great day. Her 21st birthday! (she could totally drink beer now! Not that she would...) She looked up at her friend's house. If they could avoid it, most of them tried not to go there. It was just sad to see Eve's old room and know that she wasn't coming back. Even when the twins' turned 18 on May 8th she was going to stay with their mom. Julia had truly gone crazy and she just couldn't find it in her heart to leave her all alone. Sam knocked on the door door and waited for someone to answer it. Sam was greeted by Adam's father.

"Hey, Sam." He greeted in a rough voice. Sam smiled.

"Hello." Chris nodded and mumbled a,

"Happy Birthday."

"Thank you. Do you know where Adam is?" She asked. Sam had never really like being around with Chris. She knew very well that he didn't like her hanging around Adam so much, she was just too girly.

"In the garage." He told her, "That or the punching room." Sam nodded. She thought Adam might be in the punching room so she tried that first. After Eve left Adam had turned her room into what Sam called, "The death room." Honesty it was just a room with a bunch of punching bags and other things to just... punch. (Hence the name.) Adam went there a lot. She had been having a lot of steam lately. She had stopped doing football and baseball as much and now did a lot of karate, judo, and kick boxing. Honestly, Adam was just in the mood to beat people up. When Sam looked in she found it empty to thought she might try the garage.

Once Sam got close she knew that Adam was in here. Loud metal music was blaring from behind the door. Sam took a deep breath, she hated the music and Adam knew it. (She tried to turn it off when Sam was there.) She opened the door.
"Adam." She yelled over the music. Adam's head shot up and she whacked herself on the hood of the truck. She turned around, rubbing it.

"Hey, Sam." She yelled back and quickly shut off the screaming.

"You still haven't fixed that car?" Sam asked. She knew that Adam would be done soon though. Once a week she would be able to go out and work on it for an hour at most. It was extremely hard for her to do so, it reminded her so much of Steve, but she did anyways because she wanted to prove that she could. Adam smiled.
"It should work now." She told her. Sam nodded.

"Have you tried turning it on?" Adam's face fell at the words.

"I was just double checking. In theory it should work."

"Have you tried it though." Sam asked again. Adam sighed.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Truth?"

"No, Adam. I want you to lie to me." Sam said, "Yes, truth." Adam took another deep breath.
"I'm scared to open it. I looked in once... all his stuff is still in there." Sam sighed.

"You have to do this, Adam." She said then an idea hit her, "Unless you're just a big chicken." Adam glared at her friend.

"What?" She asked.

"You heard me. Open it, you chicken."

"I'm not a chicken!"

"Then open it!"

"FINE!" Adam screamed and ripped open the door. Then she just sat there and look at it.
"It's like nothing ever happened." Adam told Sam, "It's like he didn't touch it after I broke it." Sam sighed.
"Does it work?" She asked. Adam stuck the key in and the engine roared to life.

"Yup." Adam smiled. Then something caught her eye, "My old hat!" She yelled and picked it up. She then put it on her head, pulling her black ponytail through. (He dad wasn't happy about it but Adam had grown her hair out... Remembering that Steve had liked it that way.) Sam watched as a yellowy paper floated to the ground.

"What's this?" Sam asked and picked it up. Adam it read in messy script.

"What's what?" Adam asked as she looked around the car, finding more and more that she forgot about. Suddenly it didn't seem more scary. It smelled just like Steve had. Grease and smoke. She got into the front seat and sat back. She had loved these seats.

"This letter... it's for you." Sam told her and held it out. Adam slowly took it and just stuffed it in her pocket.

"I'll read it later. Come on, I'll drive you over in this." She told her and rubbed the dashboard, "He let me drive this a couple of times... Weirdo thought I was going to break it or something." She laughed at the memory, "I guess he was right." Sam got in the passengers seat and buckled as Adam started to drive away.