If it kinds feels weird and all, it's because I was kind of distracted when I wrote this. And I'm too lazy to reread and edit it. So curse my laziness! Anyways, hope you enjoy! Oh, btw, it has a time skip. ;)

After 3 years...

The sun shone brightly on her eyes. She shielded her eyes as she sat up on her bed. She forgot to close the curtains again. She groaned. Her head hurts so much. Hangover from last night. It was Christmas yesterday so they had a party last night and she may have had a little over her usual capacity. A little too much.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

7:00. She groaned again as she laid back down and pulled her blanket over her head. She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep. It was their Christmas break. No need to get up so early. After a few twists and turns around her bed, she sat up again. She frowned. Now she can't sleep.

Pain shot through her head as she tried to stand and get some medicine. She steadied herself with each step, reaching out to whatever she could hold on to. She pulled the drawer and found a pack of paracetamol. She opened it quickly. She was relieved to find that there was one last tablet left.

She went across her dorm, towards the refrigerator. She took out the pitcher and reached for the cabinet handle above her head. She reached for a glass but somehow she can't reach it. She tiptoed and tried again. She grumbled. Still, it was out of her reach.

Ah! Whatever! she thought. She just drank from the pitcher itself. After drinking the medicine, she threw herself back to bed. She sighed in relief as she felt her headache fade away. She closed her eyes and dozed off.

Ding dong!

Amy groaned. She turned sideways and sleep was drowning her again.

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!

Her head ached with each sound the doorbell made. Not as painful as before but it still hurts. She opened her heavy eyelids and stared at the ceiling as her eyes adjusted to her surroundings.

Ding dong! Ding dong!

She slowly pushed her covers away. She winced in pain. Whoever is at the door was banging on it. Really hard.

She heard a muffled voice. "Amy? Amy? Are you there? Are you okay?"

Upon hearing the voice, she quickly stood up. She grabbed the headboard of her bed as she felt a little pang of vertigo hit her. After she regained her balance, she went for the door.

She was faced by a Jake Rosenbloom whose hand was in midair, in the middle of pounding the door. The next thing she knew was a pair of strong arms wrapped around her in a tight hug.

"What were you doing? I thought something happened to you!" he said.

"Uh...Jake. You can let me go now. I need to close the door." Amy said, ignoring his questions.

He released her. With a flushed face, he apologized. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." said Amy and closed the door behind her.

Her eyes fell on Jake. He looked good. The same boyish aura was around him. She missed him.

She stretched her arms and smiled. "Come here."

He grinned and hugged her.

"I miss you." he said.

"Me too." she replied.

Amy pulled away and asked him. "What are you doing here?"

Jake frowned. "Don't you remember? You said you were coming back to Attleboro so I'm here to drive you home."

"Oh! Right! I remember..."

Amy almost forgot. Well, she actually forgot. It was a good thing Jake reminded her or else she would have forgotten all about it because of her headache. She went to her closet and started to pack her clothes.

"You forgot, right?"

Amy turned around and found him leaning against the door frame. She looked at him. His shirt was unbuttoned on the first two buttons. His arms were crossed on his chest. She saw his neck muscles run down towards his chest and his biceps shaped tightly by his shirt. Her throat felt dry.

Amy gulped. "Yeah..."

She quickly turned away and continued to pack her things. After packing and arranging all her stuffs, she realized she hasn't taken a bath yet.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'm just going to take a shower." she said to Jake who was watching the television.

She stepped into the shower. She sighed as hot water dripped down her body. She grabbed her shampoo and washed her hair. After rinsing the bubbles off, she had some conditioner. She rubbed the soap against her body.

It's Christmas, eh? Time really flies fast. It's like she just started attending Harvard. Yes, she studies in Harvard. Finally, she had achieved her life-long dream. To study archaeology in Harvard University just like her mom. She's living alone in a dorm so as not to put pressure on Fiske and Dan. Every Christmas break she would go back to visit them in Attleboro.

Dan's in his senior year and nearing his college years. Hopefully, he had already decided what course to take because last time she asked, he had absolutely no idea. I wonder, if he has a partner already for their prom.

Prom.

She remembered during their prom.

She entered the gym. It was dark but enough to see where you were walking. Amy scanned the room. People were dancing. Music pounding the speakers. People chatting. But she wasn't interested in that. She was looking for familiar faces. She was looking for him but he was nowhere to be found. She frowned.

"Amy!"

She turned around and saw Mae, waving at her. She smiled and walked towards her friends.

Suddenly, cold water sprayed down on her. She yelped at the sudden cold contact. Damn! What's your problem? she mentally asked the shower. She grabbed her towel from the hook and dried herself up. She went to her room, leaving the memories lost in her mind again.

Again, please review! I want to thank you guys for the support and reviews. Makes me want to write more. So please review!

I know it might be a little confusing but it will be clear later on. I just wanted to leave a cliff hanger for the prom ;)

*Not much to say really. :P