I don't want to leave California. But, I'm saying goodbye to everyone at the house. Landon and Colin are driving me to the airport. Landon sits in the back with me. We came to a mutual agreement to breakup. Just a light summer fling.

I really like Landon though.

But I love Devin still.

Colin and I have talked, but I spent most of my time with Landon. His hands squeezes mine lightly. I smile at him. And then we're at the airport. Colin gets my bags. "I'm really glad I met you," I tell Landon. He smiles and nods. We kiss briefly and then let go of eachother.

"I'll talk to you later and hopefully we'll be able to get together soon. But you have my number," he says and then says goodbye and ducks into the car.

"Thank you. I had a really great summer," I tell Colin. She hugs me.

"You're welcome to stay here anytime, but maybe don't bring TJ. He was always staring at my ass," she tells me. I laugh.

"Bye," I say.

"Bye," she says. I slip my backpack on and grab my duffel bags. I drop them off and then walk through security.

I really did have a good summer.

I stop and get a caramel frappuccino with extra caramel, extra espresso and extra whipcream, TJ style. I also get a banana walnut muffin. I pay and then wait at my gate. My flight gets in at about two, so I'll have time to pack.

TJ's coming over to help me. But he's coming over at like six, so I might see a movie or take a nap.

At this time tomorrow I'll be in a car with Devin. I'm pretty sure it'll be okay. But I'm not going to overreact or completely lose it like I did when I got the text.

I have today and until seven tomorrow to straighten my shit out. I can't lose it in front of him. Maybe we can still be friends. Maybe he thinks I didn't really mean what I said.

Can you really be just his friend? A voice in my head whispers.

I think I can. I was his friend for thirteen years, what's the difference with a couple of days? I can do it. He picks me up tomorrow, on Friday, and then we come back late in Monday.

It's just four days.

They start boarding the plane. I get in and pull out a book. I don't really read because the only thing I can focus on is Devin and how I'm going to actually see him tomorrow.

So, I let myself think about him. But mainly I think about our friendship and how I acted when I wasn't concentrated on kissing him. Before I know it the plane's landing. And I'm getting off.

I walk off the plane and to baggage claim. I grab my duffel bags and take a Taxi home. I walk in the door. "Hello? Mom? Dad?" I ask. I throw my duffel bags down and walk to the kitchen table.

Hey honey,

Hope you had a great trip. Your dad and I both got called into an emergency meeting and we'll be home on Tuesday. Really sorry.-Mom

Right.

I grab my bags and walk up to my room. I throw them on the ground and grab my phone. TJ says he can't come over until six and it's two right now. There's a movie that I wanted to see that's playing at 2:30. I shrug and grab my car keys. I drive to the theater.

I get out and lock my car. "Hi, one ticket," I says be then say the movie. The guys tells me what theater I'm in and hands me the ticket. I shove my phone into the back pocket of my jean shorts and walk to the concession stand. I get a large slushie and a medium popcorn with extra butter on it.

I smile and him to myself as I fill my slushie. I walk into the theater and take a seat in the middle. I run my fingers through my hair. I really like the color. TJ was dead on. I also love my earring.

I look down and realize that I'm wearing the shorts I got with him. And the shoes. I'm wearing a grey shirt though, not the one I got with him. I shrug.

A couple people file in and then the movie starts. I eat my popcorn in big handfuls. And I drink my slushie which tastes amazing. I end up eating all of my popcorn. I choke a little bit on the last part because it's super salty. I go drink my slushie but there isn't any left.

"Damn," I murmur. I get up and throw away my popcorn bag. I walk to the slushie machine. I refill it and then walk over to grab napkins. I walk closer to a movie poster and then something catches my eye.

There's a guy and girl making out. And normally I would just look past that but something about the guy seems familiar. They guy looks up and looks me in the eye. My heart stops beating. I know those eyes.

I'd know them anywhere.

Devin.

The slushie falls from my hands. I turn around and dart into the bathroom. My chest is rising and falling to fast and I'm wheezing. "Devin. Devin. Devin," I'm gasping and choking out.

Did he recognize me? I look in the mirror. "Of course he didn't. You look different, Riley," I tell myself.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

How many times do I have to tell myself that?

I grip the edge of the sink tightly and focus on my breathing. I splash water on my face and wash my hands. I take one last look at myself in the mirror and then walk out of the bathroom. I have to walk right past Devin and the chick wearing hooker heels, a tiny skirt and a tinier top. Is that what he likes? I feel painfully ordinary in sneakers, shorts and a t-shirt

They're kissing again, but this time a lot deeper. They're pressed as close as possible and I see his tongue moving. He used to kiss me like that. I take another deep breath and walk right by them But he's blocking part of the door.

"Excuse me," I say and he scoots over a bit. Enough for me to get through. I walk to my car and sit there. "God," I mutter quietly to myself. I hate how much his presence affects me. Physically and mentally. I pull out my phone and text TJ. Can you come over now. Something happened.

He texts back: I'll c. U okay?

Fine. Just come as soon as you can. I drive back to my house and collapse on the couch. TJ's knocking on my door fifteen minutes later. I get up and open it. He has a pizza and two slushies in his arms. He comes in and sets them down on the table.

"So, what happened?" he asks me. He opens the pizza and starts eating a piece.

"It's stupid, but I was at the movies and I was refilling my slush and then I saw Devin and this girl. And they we're having a pretty passionate makeout session. H-he u-used to kiss me like that," I say, sputtering out the last part.

"You guys leave tomorrow right?" TJ asks me.

"Yeah, he's picking me up at seven and he said to pack layers. We get back late on Monday," I tell TJ.

"I'm going to help you pack," TJ tells me and drags me upstairs to my room. "Damn," he says. He's found Devin's part of my closet.

"Yeah, could you maybe help me find clothes?" I ask him. He digs through my section and pulls out a pair of dark grey skinny jeans that cling to my ass. And then he pulls out an extremely big t-shirt with lots of holes in it. It's a grey shade that matches Devin's eyes. And then he pulls out a very lacy, push up bralette that's a bright raspberry color.

"Wear this tomorrow, and wear your hair down, but pull it to the side," he tells me. I get up and grab a cami. "Why are you grabbing that?" he asks me.

"The shirt has holes in it, I need a tank top," I tell him.

"You want him to notice you right?" TJ asks me. I look down but nod my head. "Then this is the way to do it," he says. I nod. He packs a duffel bag.

"Do you think I'll be warm enough?" I ask him.

"Probably, where do you keep your underwear?" he says. I'm past the point of finding him creepy. I point to a draw. "Wear lacy things-guys love that. Oh and wear matching sets, in case something happens," he tells me.

"Anything else?" I ask him.

"No, oh-wear perfume, a nice one though. Not one that smells super strong and definitely spray some on your neck. And use good soap. And Riley? Don't let him to get to you too much," TJ tells me.

"Okay," I say.

"I think you're ready to go."