It's Senior year now. Patricia moved away with her mom and new step-father Victor last year. But I made friends with some of the new girls this summer since they had no friends, but they turned out to be my new best friends. Their names are Amber and Mara.

Amber is obsessed with shopping and fashion, and Mara is obsessed with good grades. Quite a difference right? Fabian had to leave in 11th grade for a year long scholarship for a basketball camp in Canada (AUTHORS NOTE- I picked a random country...) and so our secret dates were cut short. Well short for my liking. Either way we agreed to date when he came back this year.

I said I was fine with him going, but this year has been torchure. We can't Skype because my laptop is a dinosaur. Or made for one. And his phone can only text, and calls don't go well when its 3am and I'm tired. Or he's tired. I've cried my self to sleep some nights missing him.

We had only just told each other we loved each other the night before he left, and the next morning I was left crying in the middle of an airport having to breakup with him. Life Sucks. High school sucks. Canada sucks.

But today was different. I woke up this morning crying happy tears because today was the second day of school- when Fabian was coming back. His plane landed last night at 10 and we agreed to wait until today to see each other on one of our few calls.

I got out of my bed putting on our schools uniform, and grabbing my tote bag (doubles as my school bag and purse). Heading out the door in my new red toms. Red is Fabians favorite color.

I walked to the school and saw a big crowd. Not huge, but not small, maybe 20 people. I move through the crowd to see what it is and I see Fabian.

"Nina!" he screams.

"Fabian!" I scream running into his arms. "I've missed you so much. You have no idea."

"If it's anything like how I've felt I have a pretty good idea." he says, I pull away from his hug and give him a puzzled look but he doesn't explain. He just kisses me stupid. After a few seconds I peal away needing air. I look into his eyes and then remember where we are and start to blush. I look around and the guys are looking shocked, but most of the girls look like they kill me. Oops. Oh well!

Sorry for not posting guys. Ithought YOLO and posted what I had.