Two weeks late, each girl was on a plane and on their way to Florida. They arrived at the airports at different times, Carmen first, then Bridget, then Tibby, then, finally, Lena. Since Carmen had the key and everything to the house she went and got everything ready for the arrival of her friends.

By 7 o'clock everyone was unpacked and settled in. Everyone was so excited to see each other, and they couldn't get over how much they'd changed, but still seemed the same. Carmen still had a butt, but she seemed to have aged the most of the girls. She cut her hair and it was short and curly. Bridget was still tall, and kept her long blonde hair. But her knee was swollen and in a brace. Lena was gorgeous as ever, and had a model body. And Tibby, who had gotten over her moody teenager phase, had dyed her hair a light brown, gotten boobs, and dressed girly. She was the most changed.

"So, girls, what's planned for tonight?" Bridget asked.

"Well, I figured since we hadn't seen each other in forever, we could go outside, make a bonfire, and tell stories about our lives," Carmen explained.

"That's a great idea!" Tibby exclaimed.

The girls all agreed, so they changed into their pajamas, went outside and lit a fire. They weren't sure who should go first in sharing their story, so Lena, who didn't want to go first, chose a number in her head and let them choose. Carmen won, so she went first. And this was her story:

flashback...Carmen's POV

I couldn't believe high school was finally over. It was summer and time to choose a college. I've always wanted to live in New York, and my dad knows someone who knows someone who works at Gibbs University, a fashion school there. He said he could help me get a scholarship so I wouldn't have to pay so much, and he did. So, I spent four years at Gibbs, living in a tiny dorm with my weird ass roommate, Jill. She was insane! I had this job at Starbucks that actually paid pretty well and got really good grades. My teachers loved me so I got great recommendations. I even met this guy, his name was Robbie, and he was so cute! We dated the first two years, but he turned out to be a total jerk and we broke up. After him, there was this guy named Joey. He was gorgeous and everybody knew who he was. I was still working at Starbucks and he walked in to order a vanilla bean frappucino, I still remember! He was totally flirting, and giving me the sexy eye. Then he even wrote his number down for me! ME! So I called him later that night, we went for a date on Friday and we just hit it off. We'd dated forever. Then, immediately after college I got this job for Runway Fashion Magazine. It's a great job, and I'm making a lot of money. He actually worked for a magazine, too! It was some sports magazine and he only wrote articles. Then, two years out of college we got married. It was a small ceremony, my mom, dad, Lydia, and some other relatives. But we had a great life. We lived in a small apartment in NYC and I had my job and he had his job and we had a dog and were just in love. But then, something happened. We started falling apart it was terrible. You could sense the tension between us, even when we weren't fighting. We just weren't in love anymore. Then, about a month ago, he left me. Just left. While I was at work he packed his bags, left without a note or call or anything, and I haven't heard from him since. But whatever, I'm moving on. And so that's pretty much been my life. I haven't done anything with it really.

End Flashback. Regular POV

"Well, that was short," Bridget said when she finished.

"Well, all I've done was get married and get a job," Carmen sighed. "I didn't really want to get into detail."

"So, he just left. No explaination?" Tibby asked. Carmen nodded. "How can people do that?"

"He was scared of confronting you," Lena said like a no it all. "I majored in psychology," she explained.

"Well, whatever it was, it pissed me off!" Carmen said, but with a smile. She wasn't upset anymore, it felt good to be with her friends.

"Who's next?" Lena asked.

"Me!" Bridget cried.

I know, very short. I'm going to briefly describe their pasts, so when I'm done with that, I can start writing about the future: )