"So, Hannah…how was your date with Tyler?" I said. It was kind of a tradition: Hannah calls me (or vice versa) the morning after our dates. We kept no secrets.

"Oh my gosh, Darcy. It was phenomenal. He took me out to the drive-in, then after the movie we went to the lake. It was beyond romantic. It was just…amazing. Someday, I'm going to marry this guy," Hannah said dreamily.

"Let's just hope he's not wearing the cocktail dress on the wedding day," I said. We cracked up.

"Gosh, me too. Anyway, about last night. Tyler told me he loved me. Over and over and over. It'd be like one kiss, then 'I love you', then a better kiss, and 'I love you' again. Eventually it got to be a huge make-out session. It was so great. Gosh, I've just been talking about myself. How was your hot date with Brodie?" Hannah said.

"Wow, it was awesome, as usual. We parked in our spot and listened to music. We just climbed into the backseat and kissed for a while. He told me he loved me and wanted to be mine forever. I actually started crying. It was so great." I said.

"This is awesome. We both have amazing boyfriends and we're happy as ever." Hannah said.

"Yeah…" I said, but I didn't fully agree. I wished Alex was nonexistent. I wished Amanda could live closer to here. I wished those amazing moments with Brodie could never end. I wished my family was a little closer. I wished I could afford to go to any concert I ever wanted to go to. I would be happier then, but I am having the time of my life without all those things.

"Well, I have to get off here. Talk to you later!" Hannah said and hung up. As soon as she did, my cell phone rang. Amanda.

"Hey!" I said.

"Darcy! I haven't talked to you in forever!" she said.

"Yeah! Geez. Let's go to the mall! Can you drive over to the Long John's? I'll meet you there."

"Sure! I'll be over there in, like, an hour." She hung up. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

When I got out, I started running back to my room to put on my clothes. I fell over a big box that was right in my doorway. I stood up. It wasn't a box, it was my sax case. I huffed. I checked my arms and legs for injuries. My hands had some scratches and my knees were cut up a little, but I was okay. I got my clothes on and went looking for whoever put my case there.

"Mom, did you put my case in my doorway?" I asked.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have left it in the living room," she said. She was cutting an onion, for what reason I had no idea.

"Mom, I fell over it."

"Shouldn't have left it in the living room."

"Why are you cutting an onion at eleven o'clock in the morning?" I asked.

"We're going over to your uncle's for supper tonight. We're having spaghetti. I'm making the sauce."

"You don't have to make the sauce this early in the day, do you?"

"I'm not making the sauce yet. I'm cutting the onion."

"Geez, Mom. I'm going to the mall with my friend."

"Be back before five."

"I will."

I went and got into my car. I wasn't really driving it that much because Brodie has been taking me everywhere, so I had to adjust everything before I could start driving to Long John's. By the time I got there, Amanda was out of her car leaning on the hood.

"Whose car are we taking?" I asked.

"Let's take mine. I just got it washed and I want to show it off a little before it gets all dirty again." Honestly, I had never seen her car dirty. She drives a convertible Volkswagen Beetle, and it's beyond nice. I'd much rather drive it than my Chevy Cobalt. Not that it's ugly, I love it and all, but her Beetle is sweeeeet.

"So, what's happening with you and Brodie these days?" Amanda asked.

"Oh my gosh. Don't even get me started! He's amazing, we go out all the time. And he's not been anywhere near Alex in forever."

"Oh wow. I wish I could get a boyfriend like that," she said.

"Ah, yeah you can." We just sang along to the radio for the rest of the way.

"So, where first?" I asked.

"I dunno, I need some new Converse," she said.

"Journey's," I said. She nodded.

"Gosh! These are perfect!" I said. I had put on a pair of gorgeous DC's and they fit perfectly.

"These are great. I'm so buying them," Amanda said. She had on a pair of scribbly-patterned Converse hi-tops. She had built up a stack of 3 pairs of shoes so far. My stack had 2.

"If I wasn't afraid of busting the bank, I'd buy every shoe in here." I said.

"I'll give you a great discount," a guy said. I turned around, shoe in hand, ready to slap who I was positive would be a perv.

Turns out, it was Brodie! My gorgeous Brodie. I stood up and laughed. He hugged me so tight, I could barely breathe.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Ah, looking for some shoes. My Adios are ruined from skateboarding."

Just another amazing quality about Brodie: he skateboards. Add that to your "why I'm jealous of a fictional character" list.

"Well, I think I'll take you up on that offer. You pay for my shoes." I joked.

"Alright," he said.

"Joking, hun," I said.

"I'm not."

"Well, at least let me pay for most of it."

"Half."

"Done."

By this time, Amanda had piled up a massive 6 shoeboxes. "I wish someone would pay for my shoes…" she said. She leaned down and attempted to get the entire stack. Brodie rushed to her rescue and picked up 4 boxes.

I picked out two more pairs by the time Amanda managed to pay for her shoes. I paid for them and we headed to the food court.

"So, I hear you have a band," Amanda said to Brodie.

"Yep, but we're just getting everything started up. Nothing big really," he said. He was making a mess out of his Chick-fil-a sandwich. I grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth.

"Awh! How sweet!" Amanda said. She reached over to grab the salt and I noticed some scratches on her wrist.

"What happened to your wrist?" I asked. She retracted her arm and held her arm.

"Nothing."

"Seriously. What is it?" Brodie said. I know he and I both feared the worst.

"Okay, I used to cut. But it's over now. I'm in group therapy and everything," she explained. I sighed.

"Gosh. Why?" I said. This isn't too surprising because of how she acts sometimes, but it's always a shock when it's one of your friends.

"I'm not supposed to talk about it until I'm absolutely ready. I've got to go. Group starts in half an hour. See you guys!" she picked up her bags and headed out.

Brodie and I didn't talk about it at all the whole way home. It's not something you discuss unless you're totally shallow.

"So, what do you want to do today?" I asked Brodie. We were listening to some mix CDs with his awesome audio system in his car. We were actually parked outside his house. I'm not sure why we hadn't gotten to the door yet.

"Lazy day afternoon on my couch?" he suggested.

"DONE!" I squealed.

So there. The title isn't quite fitting, but it was a request. The alternative title is Got My Vans On. So, yeah.

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