You, Nick, Matt and Chris have been friends since the ripe age of six, when your dad got a married to your step-mom Aliyah. You two do not get along very well to say the least. She's always been somewhat jealous of you, and ways, she really doesn't need to be. The only reason you have a step mom, is because your mom started doing drugs, and got herself put out on the streets, so your dad, Brian, got married and moved you three to Boston, Massachusetts.

You and the triplets have always been super close. Mostly you and Matt. By the time you guys were in the 7th grade, you were attatched to the hip. Glued together. You guys were always hanging out. But when you guys got into 8th grade, you guys had a little kiss, and it made things seem, tense. You guys ended up kissing a lot and sometimes letting it lead on to more. By Sophomore year, Matt had asked you out, and of course you said yes. You guys went to Senior Prom together, and had a blast.

Now, Matt was over at your house, helping you pack up to move because your moving off to college. Yes it was only a couple hours away, but Matt, was still upset he wouldn't be able to see you everyday. Matt was sitting on your bed, watching you, as you took pictures of you two down from your vanity mirror and neatly place them in a box.

"I can't believe your smart enough to go to college." He said with a small smile.