Ok, back to first person. Sorry for the confusion.

"Cary being with you is… amazing. I hope you know that." I say, gazing into Cary's eyes. They glittered with thousands of blues and greens and greys. I could get lost in there.

"Agreed, but you know, about you." He says while chuckling. "Now, how about some fireworks." He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a lighter and hands it to me. I click it on, and he produces several firecracker sticks. We set them down, then I light the wicks, and we take off running.

I look back, and see them start to go off. "Cary, they're working!" I say excitedly.

He turns too, and we watch them go off. He reaches over, and grabs my hand. I gaze at his face, and wonder why we haven't done this before.

It was the first day of kindergarten. I was alone on the playground until a boy about my size ran over.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before!" he asks. He has blonde hair that is slightly longer than most of the other boys.

"I'm Lilly Mae. Who are you?" I reply warily.

"My name's Cary Lark." He smiles, showing off large front teeth.

After I started hanging out with him more often, my friends stopped being with me because they didn't want to be near Cary and his dangerous ways, but I trusted him (hardly any boys did, and I was his only friend for a while).

We blew up shit all the time, occasionally landing us in the hospital being treated for burns. Never higher than second-degree, we were always ok.

Then I met Rob. He was amazing. Those deep green eyes, the black hair. In fifth grade, he asked me out. Of course, I said yes. We dated for a whole year, but during that time, Cary was always different.

He stopped hanging out with me, and was alone every day. He started acting horrible to Rob and me, and whenever he looked over, jealousy clouded his eyes and actions.

When Rob broke up with me, I was deeply upset.

Cary comforted me. He made me feel better, and we started being together more often.

We both grew, becoming easily the tallest in our classes. Until seventh grade, that is. We stopped having growth spurts, and now we're short. Like, really short. He's four eleven, and I'm five two. It's good that we're about the same height. That's the way we like it.

Cary's voice jolts me back to the present. "Hey, why don't we make this official?"

"I'd like that." I say back.

"Hey, has anyone told you your eyes are magnificent?" he asks teasingly.

"Ha, ha only you really." I said back, smiling.

We stand up, and start heading to the city part of Lillian. Our friends are waiting at the diner, so we start to speed up.

Finally, we stand outside the diner. We squeeze each other's hands; I take a deep breath, then we step inside.

Alice and the boys are waiting for us. They look up as we step in.

"Woa, you're holding hands!" Charles exclaims.

Alice just winks at me.

Cary and I slide into a booth together, side by side.

"So… you guys are…" Preston starts.

"Yep!" Lily says happily. She leans over, and pecks Cary on the cheek.

He blushes, then turns to a waitress. "I'll have some fries."

Charles nods to Cary. "We'll share those."

After the waitress gives the boys their fries, Lily eats some apples and caramel.

"Dude, stop eating all the fries!" Cary exclaims.

"I got these for a reason." Charles says.

"I got them." Cary shoots back. He turns back to the waitress. "Can I have another order of fries, because my friend here is fat."

Charles grunts. "At least I don't have to use a booster seat, chompers."

Lily chuckles. "You boys are so immature."

Alice nods. "You got that right girlie."

"Hey, guys, the reason we're here is about…" Joe pauses. "The train."

The others look around and nod.

"Yea, what the hell happened that night exactly?" Charles asks.

Martin shrugs. "I don't know, but I do know I puked, if that helps."

"We all know you puked. We could smell it." Charles growls.

Lily and Alice glance at each other.

Boys, am I right?