I was sitting looking through my mom's photo album. There were so many pictures of her playing soccer and pictures of her with her three best friends. There was also a picture of them with a pair of jeans. The jeans had writing all over them. These must be the Traveling Pants. I've heard many stories about them and the Septembers through my mom's old journal, but I never thought they were real.

"Hey Emma, are you ready? Carmen and the gang are coming over and they should be here any moment," my mom, Bridget, semi-yelled from downstairs. I tucked the photo album under my pillow and came down stairs. Every September, my mom and her friends take a one week vacation to spend time with each other. This works out because they all live within ten miles of here and have very understanding bosses. They vowed to spend one week out of September together after college. I found this out through my mom's journal, of course.

Anyway, each year they take turns on whose house they are gonna stay at. This year is my mom's turn. We have fixed up our basement (which is like a little apartment-it has carpet and sofas) for them. I had to clean up my room and get out the extra blankets and pillows for Joan, Tibby's daughter, and Michelle and Kiki, Carmen's daughters. Lena has one son, one very hot son. His name is David. He usually does not stay here during their together time. Lena called my mom this morning and asked her if David could stay here. We hadn't decided yet which room would be for him. I doubt it will be my room because I don't think he would want to be stuck in a room full of estrogen and pictures of Tyson Ritter. Usually David stays home with his dad, but this year he is on a business trip.

" There's a van in our driveway," I said.

"That must be them. Carmen rented a van to bring Joan, Michelle, Kiki, and David in. Tibby and Lena said they would be coming in a separate car with all of their belongings," said my mom.

Joan, Kiki, and Michelle did not looked like they did last September. Joan still had her super straight and shiny brown hair. Her clothes were new and different from her last preppy look. A nice coral sweater over a white button-up, a denim knee-length skirt with a punky, pink studded belt. Her outfit was completed with a pair of green converses and bright colored bangles. This look was still a little bit preppy, but I liked it.

Kiki had definitely changed. Her hair was chopped off and dye black with hot pink chunky highlights. She was wearing a black and red lacy tank(more like lingerie) and black baggy pants. She had her nose and eyebrow pierced with spikes. She went heavy on her black eyeliner. My, how things have changed!

Her twin, Michelle, looked totally opposite of her. She had on very simple and practical clothes. She had a pink polo and khakis on. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. You would not be able to tell that Michelle and Kiki were twins if you saw them on the street. What have I missed?

David, oh my goodness. He looked as hot as ever. He hadn't changed one bit and I liked it like that.

" Hey, Ms. Vreeland! Like my new look?" Kiki asked as she walked in with her duffel bags.

"I love it! Especially the hair. I wish I could pull that off. And you Michelle, you look so much different too. Joan, you look lovely! You girls just look so nice," my mom was really laying it on thick. I felt awkward standing there. I hadn't changed at all. Nothing new with Emma. Same old hoodie and jeans as last year.

"Carmen! Lena! Tibby! I have missed you guys so much!"

As my mom and her friends hugged and greeted each other, David was getting the rest of the bags out of his mom's car. I was gonna go out there and help him, but as soon as I was out the door, Joan and Kiki and Michelle hollered out to me. Well I have a week to talk to him.

"How's it been, Emma?" they asked me eagerly. I don't know why I even let them stay in my room. They as in Michelle and Kiki. They are always arguing about something or crying over some idiot guy that broke it off with them. They are very emotional. Usually when they start this, Joan and I go to the living room and turn up the television.

"It's been pretty good, I guess," I sighed. I could tell this was going to be one long week. Kiki started talking about the latest flavor of the week: Seth. She was going on and on about how hot he was and how she wished he would ask her out, blah, blah. Blah. Joan looked at me and I knew what she was thinking. We will be spending a lot of time in front of the television.

While all of this was going on, David was sitting his bags in the floor. Then, he just stood there. I was standing there in my doorway, listening to Kiki blab and staring at David, but my mom broke me from my daze.

"Why don't you ask David where he wants to sleep so we can get it fixed up for him, Emma?" my mom said as she walked past me. He can sleep in my bed. Gosh, I have a dirty mind. Good thing I didn't say it out loud like I did that one very embarrassing time when James asked me if I had a good time. I thought he said something else. Heheh. As I walked towards David, I was thinking of what I shouldn't say to him. Don't ask him to sleep in my bed. Don't ask him to sleep in my bed. Don't ask him to sleep in my bed. That wasn't a good idea.

"Hey David, my mom wants to know if you want to sleep in my," I paused, realizing what I was about to say, I quickly recovered with, " in my…my…floor?" Smooth move. You want to sleep in my floor? How dorky. I am such a freak.

"If that's where you want me too," he smirked. I had a sense that he knew what I was going to say. I could hear Joan behind me quietly laughing to herself. I am not going to hear the end of this!