Here’s the deal, I thought I’d tell you a nice little short story that basically sums up my relationship with Spencer Carlin. I figure the most typical place to start with would be how we grew up and where and when. Well, I was born and raised in Los Angeles, California and Spencer moved to LA from Burbank, California when she was four. We basically grew up together, because the important years come after you’re four because those are the ones your actually remember things about. But anyways, we did everything together…we’d gossip and pick on the same people; we were our own popular crew. Across the street from us lived Aiden, he was the same age and totally full of himself. Then again his father was the exact same way! He had Aiden practicing throwing a football since before he could walk because Aiden will one day be that all star quarter-back.

But he ended up hanging out with Spencer and I and when we were like ten we were both dating him because it seemed like the ‘cool’ thing to do. Spencer’s older brother told us you couldn’t date two people unless you were a pimp and well…Aiden of course thought he was one. Needless to say that relationship lasted about two weeks…long I know!

Then after we all turned fifteen Spencer’s dad was offered a job in North Carolina at some naval base, and of course he took it. He didn’t tell Spencer until about two weeks before the move so Spencer didn’t tell me until a week before

“hey can we talk?” she asked me

“uh…yeah what’s up?” I asked sitting down next to her under the pier which was where we normally hung out

“my dad got a job offer…” she told me and at first I thought nothing of it until she dropped the bomb “…it’s in North Carolina…”

“what? Spencer…that’s like…fucking far” I told her not really being able to find good words

“yeah no kidding…” she responded

“sorry…” I replied for my well not so great of a reaction “…did uh, did he take it?”

“we’re leaving next week…” she told me not looking at me

“is that why you wont look at me? because you’re leaving?” I asked her