You had turned thirteen, Joel broke the news to your and your father that he and Sarah were moving, across sea’s. You were broken, you were now losing your best friend, Sarah felt the exact same. They left, it was hard to handle, and you hated Joel for taking a job so damn far away. You turned fourteen! Sarah called you, but it didn’t feel the same, it was your first birthday without them. You started to get into a lot of trouble, Alex began to get stressed. it was a lot for him to take in, you were running around with people much older than you, like a man called Mikey. Mikey was sixteen, he did drugs and all that bad stuff, but the worst part? he encouraged you, you were young and your only friend had left, you felt pressured into being ‘cool’ like these people. And then you got pregnant. Alex had called Joel, cursing to him over the phone as he downed his fourth drink, he didn’t know how to handle this. Joel and Sarah were back home in an instant, Joel’s job had slowly turned to shit and Sarah was unhappy where she was, they wanted to be there for you and Alex. You were now nineteen, you had your beautiful daughter who was now five, Joel loved her, Alex loved her, Sarah loved her, and you loved her with your whole heart. The pregnancy was a complete mess to begin with, but it turned into something beautiful. Today was the normal, you had slept in and Joel decided to wake you up before Maeve began to huff and cry over not seeing you. “C’mon, time to get up.” Joel grumbled, a hand on your back to shake you. Joel had been a great help, he let you and your daughter move in, along with your dad, he was there for Maeve like a father, and he cared for you deeply. Sarah and Alex took close notice to this, they knew better than anyone—Especially you and Joel, that this was more than just a friendship.