Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any any of the characters in this story, except for the ones I make up.

"That one is beautiful" Carly heard Deb say as she stared at herself in the mirror of the store they were in. Carly wasn't so sure. The dress was purple, which was one of her favourite colours, but this purple was really lavender, and it made her look like a dying flower. It was not at all flattering in her opinion.

"How bout that black one?" Carly asked, pointing to the short black dress hanging on the wall. Deb looked over at it like it was garbage.

"Carly, that dress is a little bit..racy for a wedding. Besides, I want a nice bright wedding. That dress should be worn to a funeral." Deb explained. Carly scrunched up her perfect, freckly nose. She went back inside the dressing room and took off the nasty lavender dress and picked up the forest green one that was hanging on the door. She stepped into it and zipped it up. It was very cute. Halter straps, hit just above the knee.She walked out and looked at herself in the mirror. It was cute. She still felt weird though, dresses weren't really her thing.

"That one is nice" Deb said, walking up to carly and looking more closely at it. Carly felt really akward. She wasn't sure about the dress. She pulled her long hair back into a messy bun and instantly she looked older, more sophisticated.

"This is definitely the one!" Deb said excitedly. Carly smiled and went back into the dressing room to change into her normal clothes. A denim miniskirt and a black t-shirt. Deb payed for the dress and then they left the store.

"I'm going to go down to the Zephyr shop and see if the guys are there, okay?" Carly asked, only out of politeness. Deb looked at her and sighed.

"Okay. Don't be late"

Carly turned and walked in the opposite direction. She didn't stop at the Zephyr shop though. She kept walking all the way to Jay's house.

It had been a week since the party, and Carly still hadn't seen Jay at all. She hated not talking to him. She went for a walk and somehow ended up at his house, and now was just staring at it, contemplating going inside. Then Jay came out.

"I'm tired of waiting for you to decide whether or not you are actually gonna knock" he said sarcastically. She smiled at him. He walked down his steps and stood in front of her.

"Listen.." Carly said, not really sure what she was going to say.

"It's okay. Carly, I get it. You and I..we're just friends. And that's okay. You are my best friend and I don't want me being a total dick and kissing you to get in the way of that"

"It's just.."

"Carly. You don't need to say anything." he said, hugging her.

Being in front of his house just like that day made Carly feel sad, but reassured. She took a deep breath and walked up the stairs and knocked on his door. Philaine, Jay's mom, answered. Her face lit up at the sight of Carly.

"Carly! Jay didn't tell me you were back! How are you?" she asked, giving Carly a hug. Carly smiled.

"I'm good, is Jay here?"

"In his room doll. Do you need anything?"

Carly shook her head and walked to Jay's room. She walked in without knocking, Jay was sleeping in his messy bed. He looked so sweet and innocent sleeping there, she couldn't help but smile. She sat down on his bed and ran her fingers over his bare back, where there were some cuts and bruises from surfing and skating. Jay quickly rolled over onto his stomach.

"Ever heard of knocking?" he asked sleepily, yawning. She smiled at him.

"Sorry, I never had to knock before.."

Jay sat up and looked at Carly.

"Well, it's been a long time. Things change"

Carly sighed.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come.." she said quietly, getting up and walking towards his door.

"Wait"

Carly stopped and turned around to face him. He smiled at her. She smiled back. He stood up and hugged her really tightly.

Carly had been sitting on Jay's bed waiting for him to get out of the shower. She loved days like this one, where they just hung out in his room. She looked on the table beside his bed where there was a picture from her fifteenth birthday. She smiled, remembering that time. She still hadn't told Jay she was moving yet. Actually, Sid was the only one who knew. She didn't know how she was going to tell everyone. It seemed too difficult to even fathom. She decided not to think about it. Jay walked into his room wearing only a towel around his waist, his blonde hair wet. He looked pretty hot. Carly didn't know what came over her but she stood up and walked over to him and kissed him hard on the lips. He pulled back for a minute a stared into her eyes, confused.

"I'm sorry..just..seeing you like that..well, I just..I've kinda wanted to do that for awhile" she said, mimciking what he had said to her when he had kissed her last year. He smiled at her and kissed her softly. She pulled off the towel that was around his waist. He started breathing heavily. He lifted her white tank top over her head and undid her jeans. She led him over to the bed and pulled him down on top of her. He took off what little clothing was left on her. She bit her lip nervously.

"You know this is my first time.." she said quietly, knowing it wasn't his. He kissed her gently and smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle"

Carly pulled out of the hug first, she couldn't stop thinking about that day in Jay's room.

"What's wrong?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Jay..do you..have a girlfriend?" she asked, not sure what answer she was looking for.

"Not exactly.." he said carefully. She looked at him, confused.

"What does that mean?"

"It means..there are a couple girls that I..hang out with. Thats all." he explained.

"Hang out with..or sleep with?"

"Do you care?" he asked smugly. She looked at him and then looked out the window. She didn't really know the answer to his question.

"Not really. I'm just wondering. Does Stacey..have a girlfriend?"

Jay frowned at the mention of staceys name.

"No..he is single. Why?"

Carly didn't answer, she just kept looking out Jay's window. There was way too much to think about. She didn't know what she was going to do about Stacey or about Jay. She didn't actually know if there was anything to do about them. Maybe it was time to just get over them.