I don't own anything, if that isn't obvious enough.

Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?

I've never looked better and you can't stand it.

I opened my eyes slowly. The alarm clock read 8:25. Who would call this early on a Saturday? I pushed the covers away from me and stood up. I rummaged through my bag for the stupid phone. It had stopped ringing. The screen said '1 new text'. I huffed and opened the phone. It was from Brodie. I smiled to myself.

I know it's early, but we need to talk. Love you.

I wasn't alarmed; he said this kind of stuff all the time. Since it was Brodie, I decided to emerge from my early-morning 'I HATE EVERYTHING' mood and have a civilized conversation. I sat down on my bed and called his cell.

Brodie's POV

My phone started vibrating in my hands. I knew who it was before I looked down.

"Darcy," I said. I could just see her blushing, smiling that perfect smile of hers.

"Brodie," she replied. I couldn't help but grin the goofiest grin when I heard her say my name.

"You texted?" she said.

"Yeah."

"Well?"

"Are you still going with…Oogie…to that concert?" There was much more uneasiness than I would have liked in my voice. She caught it.

"Yeah…why?" she asked.

"I think he as a little crush on you," I said.

She laughed. "No way, Brodie. We're just really good friends."

Geez, did I feel stupid.

"Do you not trust me with him?" she asked.

"I trust you…I just don't know him." Stupid, stupid answer.

"I do. I trust him. He doesn't like me. I don't like him. End of story, okay?" she didn't sound mad, she sounded sweet.

"I know. I shouldn't have been worried. I just really, really…I don't know."

"I get it. Brodie, you know me better."

"I know."

Awkward silence.

"Well then. Don't worry about me and you, and definitely don't worry about me and Oogie. And you don't have to call him Oogie. Kyle works, too."

"Okay." I am such an idiot.

"Well, I have Brand New's new CD. You want to come over and listen?"

"How could I say no? I'll be over in a while. I love you."

"I love you too."

Click. I stood up from the bed and looked around. I was still in my pajamas, a pair of soft pants and an old camp shirt. I sighed and looked for some decent clothes to put on. I found a pair of KR3W jeans on the chair and a wrinkled Volcom shirt in my closet. I took off the camp shirt and looked in the mirror. I don't seem like the type of guy that cares so much about my appearance, but there's more than meets the eye. I looked at my slightly sculpted stomach and sighed. After two years of trying to get my abs absolutely perfect, meaning basically flat, this is probably as close to perfect as I'm going to get. My arms were slightly muscular as well, but that was okay. Better than tiny stick arms or gigantic biceps. Ick.

Geez, what am I doing? I shook my head and threw my clothes on. I picked up my wallet and headed to Darcy's house.

Back to Darcy's POV

I picked up my iPod and its speakers and headed out to the porch. Brodie should be arriving sometime soon. I sat down on the swing on the porch and waited.

A moving van thundered past. My neighborhood is pretty static for the most part; no one moves away, no one moves in. I watched the van pass a few houses before finally turning in, at Hannah's house. WHAT?

Brodie came by on his Element skateboard right then.

"Who's leaving?" he asked.

"It looks like Hannah's family. Let's go," I said, running to the garage to get my own Enjoi skateboard, courtesy of my birthday money. I wasn't very good, but I could get from place to place without getting too badly injured. We started down the sidewalk towards Hannah's house.

"Mrs. Hayes? Is Hannah here?" I asked as soon as we arrived. Hannah's mom was directing the loading crew.

"I'm sorry, she's already gone. We're moving to Wyoming," she said. Wyoming?

"She's in Wyoming…and she didn't tell anyone goodbye," I said.

"She didn't want anyone to worry. I'm sure she'll call you soon. We didn't want a big commotion. My husband received a business offer. He couldn't really refuse," Mrs. Hayes explained innocently. I, being the rude, obnoxious person I am, huffed and turned away. I kicked off on my skateboard and went back home, closely followed by Brodie.

"Well then," Brodie said about halfway home. I sighed. This is stupid beyond belief. Not saying goodbye, what the heck? Sad? Not really. Mad? You bet I am. I guess it's kind of selfish, but really. Come on.

We arrived at my house and Brodie wanted to talk about Hannah to me.

"No. I really don't want to talk about it. Let's listen to the CD."

"Okay, but do we have to listen to it here? I mean, the porch?" he said. I didn't really catch what he was getting at, but I agreed anyway. He picked up my iPod and speakers and headed to my room.

My room wasn't quite as clean as I would have liked, but it was decent. Brodie had seen it in far worse condition. He put the speakers down on my dresser and laid down on my bed. If my mom had been home, she would have thrown a fit. I laid down next to him and put my arm across his chest. He took my hand and kissed it lightly.

"You do know I'm not perfect, right?" he said quietly.

"I'm perfectly aware of your imperfections," I said.

"And you love me anyway?" He kissed my hand again.

"I'm not perfect either," I said.

"I'm perfectly aware of your imperfections as well, Darcy." Hearing him say my name still sends chills down my spine.

"What are you getting at?" I asked.

"You could do much better than me," Brodie stated bluntly.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked.

"I have no idea. I love you," he said. Sometimes he just didn't make sense.

"I love you more."

"No, I love you more." Brodie picked me up and laid me down on top of him. He pressed his perfect lips to mine. I ran my fingers through his soft hair. He rested his hands on the small of my back. After maybe a minute, I stopped kissing him and rolled over onto the bed. He turned onto his side and started toying with my hair.

"Let's live like this, forever," he said. I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt.

"Let's. Always." I couldn't stop smiling, even when he kissed me, so basically he kissed my teeth.

"Sounds like a plan," Brodie said and put me on top of him again. Wow, if there was one moment I never wanted to end, it would be this one.

SAPPINESS! WHOO!

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