“The year is almost over! Thank God,” Breanna says to Amber and I. Laying down on the warm grass of California got us thinking about the stuff that went down back home.

“This year wasn’t that bad, BB. You’ve got to admit, we had some fun,” I disagree.

“I agree with Gabe,” Amber says, “all the shit we’ve been through this year has made us all stronger.”

“Besides, it’s been offically over a year since we met. ‘09 has, I don’t know, kept us together? Or made us stronger, whatever,”

“I guess so, but I mean. Tell me that this year at least sucked a little for you,”

“Of course it sucked. Do you know how many heartbreaks I went through? God, girls are so confusing,”

“Let’s not get into that,” I say, “boys are not any less confusing,”

“You got that right,” Breanna agrees.

“But what’s one thing you guys are thankful for?” I ask.

They both pause.

“Come on, spit it out. Mine is staying friends with you guys,”

“And the love we have for each other,” Amber agrees.

“I love you guys,” Breanna says.