Brett POV

Do people ever really change? I mean you grow taller, your face changes, and you get somewhat smarter, but does your personality ever really change? Do you suddenly lose yourself and become someone else?

Me and my girl were lying in the grass at the local park. We were under a giant oak tree, soaking up what seemed like the only shade in this damn town. She had her eyes closed and her hair was sprawled out around her head like a mini halo. I mentally snorted at the thought, Lucy was far from angelic.

I turned my head towards her, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, just looked at her. Every day was the same, we piss each other off, we fight, we ignore each other, and then we makeup. But, recently, all we seemed to do was fight.

We had been dating for years, and it had always been the same. We were so on and off, it was almost impossible to still call us together. But, as if clockwork, we always ended up back together. Some break-ups took longer to heal than others, but everything always worked out. No matter how many times we tried to make each other jealous, no matter what insults we though at each other, and no matter how often we swore we hated each other, we knew we wouldn't have it any other way.

We were all still the same people, just more mature. I had definitely realized what an ass I had always been, and learned to quickly grow out of that. Evan and Patrice were still going strong, and were inseparable.

Lucy and Patrice were… better. Lucy had stopped tormenting Patrice, well, to an extent. They weren't super close, but at least they were civil. Evan and I were closer than we were before. It was difficult to explain. In the past few years, whenever Lucy and Patrice would have one of their oh-so-famous fights, we always had to take our girlfriend's side for our own survival. Now that they have learned to talk to one another without hair pulling, Evan and I have had time to actually become friends.

Kendra and Lucy are closer than they ever have been, probably because she's all over Archie now. Kendra and I dating is still a sore subject for Lucy, and bringing it up is not a wise thing to do unless you enjoy bleeding internally and listening to your girlfriend sob for hours. Although it angered Lucy that Kendra miraculously regained her missing brain cells, and wasn't as easy to manipulate as before, it worked out better for their friendship. It has been a rough couple of years for Kendra, as well as the rest of us, regarding Archie. He has been so close to death, so many times, and it has hit us all pretty hard.

Archie had always been there, it seemed unreal whenever we saw him lying helpless in a hospital. That's where he was now, with Kendra by his side of course. He had come as close as ever two weeks ago. The doctors are saying the end is closer than ever, and that's just too much for us all to handle. He's having an operation done today, and Lucy and I were gonna stop by later to check on the progress. Not that there will be any, he's been having surgeries done since he was little and nothing ever seems to help. It's always the same thing, the doctors will say he needs another operation, Kendra will cry, and Archie will try to reassure her, even though you can clearly see how scared and exasperated he is. The sorrow will wash over us all and Lucy will shed some tears when she thinks no one is looking, and Patrice will leave the room and sob in the hallway for a few minutes before coming back in and grabbing Archie's hand.

Cassie, Charlotte, Kendra, Molly and Lucy are still talking every five minutes, but have learned to talk to each other about more than just gossip. They are still the same giggly, energetic cheerleaders they were four years ago, but that's why we love them. As for me and my boys? Well, let's just say it's a high school flashback whenever we're together. That just leaves Lucy. Ah, Lucy, so much I could say that if she ever acquired the ability to read minds I would be dead within seconds.

She was still the same bitchy, overly-jealous, loud, demanding, emotional, insecure woman I fell in love with in when we were thirteen. Bulimia was a battle that she fought hard against, but every time I almost had her fully convinced she was beautiful, she looked at her torso in the mirror and stalked off to the bathroom. She was getting better, but I hated the idea of doing that to herself for so long. She has been doing it less and less frequently now, only caving in once or twice a month, which is a huge step, considering she used to do it four to five times a day. It wasn't even the thought her throwing up before she digests, as if that isn't horrible enough, it's the fact that she doesn't see what I see. She's gorgeous, she always has been and I will never stop trying to convince her.

We both had huge egos, and I guess that's why we went together so well. I knew how to deal with her jealousy, even though I was just as bad as she was. She knew I loved her, but she also knew how much seeing her all pissed and jealous turned me on, so I might intentional make her jealous more often than a good boyfriend should, but she knew it was only out of love.

Lucy and I were by far the most dysfunctional couple out of all of our friends and by far the kinkiest, but we were guaranteed to last the longest. I'm not that different from the person I was all those years ago, but I know Lucy changed me. She made me realize there was more to my life than just being a jerk to everyone. She was my chick and I would beat the crap out of anyone who tried to hurt her.

I was the one there when she freaked out over how fat she was, or how her hair was a frizzy mess, or when she thought I was flirting with someone else. I was always there for her when no one else was, and she knew I would always be there.

I looked back over at Lucy's still form. Her face was totally content, her eyelids closed sweetly and her chest was rising and falling slowly with each breath. I couldn't tell if she knew I was staring at her, and if she did she didn't show it. I reached over and grabbed her hand, her precious, rosy pink, lips curving into a slight smile as I did so. Her skin was warm from baking in the Indiana sun for the past few hours.

I loved times like this. Where we could just sit and enjoy being with each other, instead of constant fighting and bickering. I loved knowing that no matter how many times we fought, we would always end up back here. I loved when she could let her guard down, and just trust that I loved her, and not read into everything I say. I loved her.

I spontaneously grabbed her relaxed body and pulled her to me, earning a squeal and giggle in surprise from her. I placed her head on my chest, before kissing her earlobe and whispering an 'I love you' in her ear. She turned her head up, placing light kisses along my jaw.

"I love you too," she whispered sweetly, before pecking me sincerely on the lips. I looked into her warm, chocolate brown eyes and could see nothing but love, adoration, and trust in them.

She placed another kiss on my mouth, this one lasting longer than the first. My hands found her hips, and hers intertwined them in my hair. I rolled over until I was hovering over her small body, my mouth still attached to hers. I kissed along her jaw to her neck, biting, sucking, and nipping all over the soft flesh, forming what would soon be multiple hickeys.

I let my hands roam under her shirt, my finger lining the wire of her bra. I left a trail of kisses down her collarbone, as I squeezed her breasts through her bra, a sensual moan escaping her mouth. Damn, I swear there was nothing sexier than my girl moaning at my touch. I smirked at her before sliding my hand under her bra, my fingers teasing her hardened nipple.

"Mmmmmm Brett," she moaned and arched her back. She tugged on my hair, begging me for more. Her hands toyed with my jean zipper as she pulled my mouth back to hers, and before she could make my boner any worse, I pulled away and sat up, taking her with me.

"C'mon, baby, you know how much I wanna take you right here, but we gotta head to the hospital," I told her, trying to hide the bulge in my pants. What can I say? I'm a teenage guy with a ridiculously hot girlfriend that is always willing to have sex with me; it's like a guy's dream.

I tilted her chin up with my thumb and index finger so I could look in her eyes, and I watched them change from lust to sorrow to understanding as she took in my words. She nodded and I pecked her luscious lips once again, before standing up and grabbing her hand and pulling her up with me.

With that, we walked off towards my car, knowing that we would be together forever and nothing could ever change that.

"Why the hell were you texting Molly at two o'clock in the morning yesterday?" my lovely, but scary girlfriend screamed at me, clutching my phone in her hands. The concern she had in eyes for Archie was morphed into pure jealous and rage.

Well, some things never change.