I grinned when I noticed him holding my hand, and I squeezed it gently as we got up,"Good, they wanted me to ask you over anyways." My parents loved him, just the same way his parents liked me.

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I simply smirked, and began walking with her to her house. It was quite, serene...like the world was one with itself at last.

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When we walked in holding hands my Mom stopped and stared for a moment. Then she simply laughed and shook her head,"I knew it would happen eventually." I chuckled softly and nudged him,"See..."

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I smiled, her mom din't seem to have a problem with it at all. Now, for her dad...I was worried.

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I smiled at him and led the way to the backyard. Dad stopped messing with the burgers and watched us as we walked hand in hand. He didn't seem to mind to much, but I couldn't tell.

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[timeskip!] A few months passed, school was almost over, summer was rolling in, and everything was going great. I still felt that same feeling when we kissed, and I felt great about it. I felt everything was going great. Sure, we argued a few times, but it was simple things...like what we wore or who we hang out with. But that was just relationship stuff...but it gradually got worse.

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"I'm going home,"I growled harshly as I got off his bed. Our latest argument? Debating on going to the latest party, which was tonight, or not. I felt like staying in, I didn't want to go, but he did,"You can go to that stupid party,"I added as I walked out his door, pulling on my coat and then leaving the house all together. Maybe it was the ragging hormones, or the stress of final testing at school. Whatever it was... It was tearing us apart at the seams.

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I growled loudly and fell back on my bed, holding my pillow over my face. All we did was fight. It seemed she started all of them. But that was my point of view. "Fine, I will!" I yelled down at her from my window. I couldn't take it much. It was stressful altogether, I needed relief. I put on a coat, and headed outside...I wasn't gonna stay inside and be all sad.

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I sat at home, sulking. I scrolled through the photoes of us, from since we were four all the way to here. The newest pictures were my favorite, us laughing, a few of us kissing, our parents donates some they had taken of us asleep on couches or in yards. I smiled faintly and then sighed. I loved Bruce, always had, and I needed to apologize... I wanted us to work, more than anything. So, I didn't bother changing at all, just stayed in my jeans and baggy sweatshirt...Well, his baggy sweatshirt, and jumped in my car, driving in the direction of the party. I walked in, looking around. I even asked a few friends if they'd seen him. I noticed his voice in a back room, and opened the door slowly,"Bruce..."He was lipped locked with the head cheerleader, and needless to say, they looked all over to eachother. I felt the tears welling up before I even registered what was happening, and then grabbed the nearest soda out of some innocent person's hand, chucking it at his head before storming out the door.

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I felt my heart racing at the pace of a rabbit, jumping up and shaking off the soda that was all over my shirt. She hadn't seemed to have made it out of the party yet, making it so that it was easier to catch up with her. "Sara, wait!" I called after her, trying to catch up with all the people in the way. "Sara!"

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