Quinn has been your best friend since you were five. Although you only see him two weeks out of the year, and he's a year and a half older than you, every moment counts. Each day you are gone from Monaco, you only hope to go back.

When you were five, he asked you to marry him. When you were seven, he introduced you to his older brother Ty, and told you he married a girl named Kaylee. You were so jealous. When you were nine, he didn't show up at all. When you were ten, his mom passed. You were there for him those two weeks more than anyone had been that past year. At eleven, he didn't show again. At twelve, he got a phone. Asked for your number, but you didn't have one so you couldn't give one to him. You felt horrible. At fourteen, he brought a girl. His cousin, Taylor, but you thought she was his girlfriend so you didn't speak for half the trip. At seventeen, he told you he was going to college after summer. He might not show up next year. You asked for his phone number, but he was in a rush to get to dinner, so he said 'tomorrow'. You left early tomorrow morning and didn't get to say goodbye. Eighteen, he didn't show.

But this year it was different. You were on your own in Monaco, 19, waiting to see your best friend again. You walked to your spot on the beach and saw a silhouette. Broad shoulders, dark curly hair, the sun making his skin glisten. Freckles scattered his back and you knew it was him.