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*This story is in Gwen's POV. It starts when she's sixteen years old, just like how the show starts. I hope you enjoy!

This summer was simply amazing. Near the end of last year, I found the perfect boyfriend right at my school! His name's Trent and he's perfect. He's cute, sweet, sensitive, and a guitar player. He also gave me a small bit of happiness. Happiness that I haven't felt in three years, six months, and…zero days, actually. Three and a half years ago today, my best friend, a sarcastic, rough, and crazy punk named Duncan, or Juvie, as I called him, left. Without a trace. All I had left of him were some empty spray cans he stashed in my house when we were thirteen, and the scars left on the boys he beat up. He always took the liberty of beating up any boy that said they liked me. No one used to mess with me when he was here. Now, I might as well be a gum wrapper stuck to the bottom of the entire school's shoe.

I woke up and tried not to think about it as I got dressed. I put on my usual outfit and ran a brush through my short black and teal hair. I put n my make up as fast as I could and glided down the stairs. Mom and my brother, Ted, were silent. On every year or half year anniversary of Duncan's departure, I was NOT a happy camper (no pun intended). Every other member of the household knew to stay out of my way and leave me alone. I departed from my house without breakfast, my old worn out backpack in tow. Trent was waiting for me at the bus stop.

"Hey." He said, planting a kiss on my cheek.

"Hi." I said bluntly.

"You okay?" Trent asked, concern broadening his perfect features.

"I'm fine!" I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. Trent doesn't know a thing about Duncan, and I don't plan on changing that any time soon. No one around here, really, would remember Duncan, save for a few people, my friend Bridgette, and Heather. Bridgette moved here when we were twelve, a year before Duncan left. As for Heather, I've known her about as long as I've known my Juvie: My entire life. I hated Heather, but she was a part of me. She helped make me into the person I am today.

Trent nodded to me as we boarded the bus. I took a seat by the window. He sat down next to me and put his arm around me, flashing a grin that made me smile a bit, too.

"So, what's with you today?" Trent asked, his eyes boring into my soul.

"Really, it's nothing. Just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, you know." I said with a fake laugh.

"Yeah, I guess I get like that too, sometimes…" Trent said, a small smile forming on his lips.

I smiled at him, and that was the end of the conversation. We were quiet the rest of the bus ride, occasionally sneaking kisses from each other. He really was great. He knew that I needed quiet time to myself, and most of the time he gave me that.

The bus finally stopped and Trent and I hopped off.

"The start of Junior Year!" Trent exclaimed, inhaling a large amount of fresh air.

"Just two more years and we're out!" I yelled, also taking in some fresh air.

"Aw, come on, Gwen, relax. You're sixteen! Instead of thinking about the next two years, I say we think about going to theater class." Trent said, opening the door to the school for me.

"Can't I just skip?" I whined. Duncan and I used to skip all the time, and he always beat the homework out of the nerds for me, so I wouldn't fail. And today, I honestly didn't want to do much of anything.

"No, you need to go to class. Besides, Mr. McLean is a pretty cool guy." Trent said with a smirk as he opened the door to his class for me.

"After you." he said, motioning to the threshold of the classroom.

"Thanks." I said quietly, then walked into the room, not bothering to check and see if Trent was behind me. I looked around for an available seat, and found one next to Bridgette.

"Hi, Gwen!" She said cheerily as I took the seat next to her.

"Hi" I said, sighing. I saw Trent sit in the chair on the other side of me.

"I'm sorry." Bridgette admitted, flatly. Before I could respond, Trent butted in.

"Sorry for what?" Trent asked. I knew he knew something was going on. I quickly made up a lie that was "noticeably fake, yet reasonable, and also impossible to disprove." That's what my Juvie told me a good lie was, way back when. I still went by that reference today.

"Bridgette was supposed to give me twenty dollars today for helping her baby-sit her cousin last weekend, but she FORGOT!" I said in Bridgette's general direction. She just laughed a little and turned her attention elsewhere.

"Welcome, Teens!" Mr. McLean said, smiling. "I hope your year is filled with lots of drama and sorrow." He said, still keeping a straight face.

"Well, today has some history to it." Heather said menacingly, turning her head in my direction.

"Not today, okay?" I sneered. She simply laughed a little and turned her attention back to Mr. McLean. I simply looked up to the ceiling and tried to forget about the three years and six months it's been.

Then, Mr. McLean decided to ask us about what we did on our summer vacation. Great. Just what I wanted to do. Hear about how all the girls partied on their daddy's yachts in Hawaii, or how the guys met their girlfriends and fell in love. I became instantly embarrassed, because that's exactly what Trent said when it was his turn. I blushed furiously and kept my head down while everyone else went. I said something along the lines of "nothing much" and ducked down again.

"I guess you're last." The teacher said to a kid in the back corner of the room, where I wished I was sitting.

"Well, I finally finished serving my time for those breaking and entering and entering charges." The guy said in a cocky tone of voice. No way. It wasn't possible. There was no way in this planet that the person who I thought was sitting there was sitting there. It was simply unreal. I turned around to look at the boy. He was basically a taller, stronger, and hotter version of my best friend. And his mohawk was green instead of the black I remembered it was.

"Juvie!" I yelled, unaware I was disrupting the entire class. His eyes widened for a moment before he answered me.

"Sunshine!" He yelled happily.

By now, the entire class was staring. Trent included.

So, what do you all think? I noticed some similar type of stories posted, and I did not intentionally take any ideas away. Please Review! :)