(Author's Note: New story I just started, I like it and can't wait to write more, I hope you guys like it too. Please read and review!)

ONE

I was the girl who grew up thinking she was a boy. Not that I literally thought I was a boy, but I basically wanted to be a boy. I didn't want anything to do with the dresses and the pink clothes my mother bought and tried to dress me in. Even since I was three years old, I wanted to wear my older brothers' clothes and I wanted to be just like them.

I was the youngest of five children. My parents married young and my oldest brother, Daniel, was born when my mother was only twenty years old. Jesse and William, identical twins, were born two years later, and Tyrelle, two years after them. My mother told me she only wanted to have three children, but after Dan and the twins, she wanted to try for a girl; and after Ty, she said she couldn't give up. She wanted a baby girl. Daniel was seven, Jesse and William were five and Tyrelle was barely three when I was born. My mother was so thrilled to have a daughter, and she was happy with her finally completed family.

My parents always dressed us up when we went places, anywhere really. The boys wore little suits and I was always put in a little pink, fluffy dress. That was until I was three, when I began to have an opinion. I wanted to run around and play with my big brothers, and wearing a dress made that difficult. I grew up with my brothers and their friends, all boys, and didn't think I should dress any different than any of them.

My first day of kindergarten, I cried for an hour because my mom wouldn't let me wear Tyrelle's baggy pants and a sweatshirt. She wanted me to wear a pink, lacey dress, like when I was a baby. I told her I'd never go to school, ever, if I had to wear a dress. So that was the day she gave up on trying to make me dress, or act for that matter, like a little girl. I made friends with all the boys in my class that year, and every other year that followed. Teachers thought it was strange that I ran around with the boys and got dirty at recess, when the girls sat and did each other's hair. I just had no interest in befriending the girls, or doing any of the activities the girls my age did.

I met Trevor O'Conner in the first grade; I was six years old. He asked me why I was wearing boy's clothes and a baseball cap, and not a dress. I told him about my brothers and how I didn't want to be a fancy little girl when I was comfortable being a tomboy. Trevor told me about his family. He had two older sisters and a younger sister, and they lived with their mother and their aunt. Trevor told me he didn't like girls, but he liked me.

Trevor and I were in all the same classes up until the seventh grade. We were best friends, and, even though I began to look and act more like a girl as we grew up, no girl could have ever been a better friend to me. My brothers loved Trevor, and he was more like another brother to me than anything.

My brothers all started getting girlfriends as we grew up, and I had nothing against any of them, but they were all obsessed with make-up and looking good and whatever. It just wasn't my thing. Dan met Riley, who is now his wife, when I was twelve. He was nineteen, and he had just begun College. She was in a few of his classes, and they really got along well. They started dating, and after only six months they were talking about marriage. We all thought they were crazy; we knew they weren't ready for that. But just after Dan's twentieth birthday, he and Riley announced that they were engaged, and they got married a year after.

Jesse, the younger of the twins, by ten minutes, seemed to always have a different girlfriend every week, and William was more worried about getting through high school than getting a date. Tyrelle was a lady's man, even at a young age. But he was very smart, and knew his limits.

When I entered high school at age fourteen, along with Trevor and our other closest friend, Mick, everyone knew who I was. I was the Reynold girl. My brothers had all been extremely popular in high school, and when I began, Dan and the twins had graduated and were attending College, leaving only Tyrelle and I at our school. He was an amazing brother, though, as were all my brothers. He let Trevor and I eat lunch with him and his friends, he introduced me to all the seniors. All the girls wanted to be my friend, and, I made friends with a few, but was quite happy with Trevor, Mick and my guy friends. Girls were too fussy and arrogant for my liking.

Finally, my senior year of high school began. At seventeen, I felt confident and secure with myself. I loved who I was, and I loved Trevor. We'd grown up together and become so close, it was unreal. He went on dates and had had girlfriends throughout high school, because he and I both knew nothing and no one could come between us. Oddly enough, all of his relationships ended because the girl thought it was "weird" how close Trevor and I were. We just laughed about it, though. I'd changed a lot as I grew up; I no longer wore my older brothers' clothes. I wore girl clothes, did my hair and wore make-up, because Trevor told me my good looks would be going to waste if I didn't. But I was still a tomboy at heart. I still preferred guy to girls, as friends, any day.

It was October, two months into the school year, and I was doing just fine. School came easy to me, all of my classes, and I spent most of my time out of school with Trevor and our other friends. Daniel, who I missed a lot, but still saw on a regular basis, lived across town with his wife, Riley, and one year old son, Jeffrey. Jesse continued to go from girl to girl like it was no big deal; he and Will lived in an apartment together a few blocks from our parents' house, where Tyrelle and I still lived. Tyrelle was attending College, he wanted to become a teacher, and had a steady girlfriend for close to a year. Everything seemed to be going good for everyone.

It was Friday afternoon, as I sat in my fourth period Chemistry class, the last class of the day. The class always seemed to go by slow. I had completed the homework and was listening to my Discman at the back of the classroom. None of my close friends were in that class, some people I hung out with, but no one I was really close to. Finally the bell rang and I grabbed my bag and hurried out of the classroom and down the long hallway. Before I even made it to my locker, I could see Trevor was already there, waiting for me. As I approached him, I saw he was standing with someone, a guy that didn't look familiar to me.

"Hey Trev," I said to my best friend plainly, not even giving the guy a second glance, "Ready to go?"

"Hold up, Cam, I want you to meet someone." Trevor replied, and I looked up at the guy again.

He was tall, taller than Trevor, and Trevor was fairly tall. His dirty blonde hair fell loosely over his ears and just into his eyes. His green eyes glistened and he grinned down at me.

"Hey, so you're the famous Cameron I've been hearing about all day?"

He had a sweet voice, not too deep. He had sparkling white teeth and nicely shaped lips. I wasn't sure how or why I was noticing these things about him, but I was. I'd never shown a lot of interest in guys before, because to me, guys were friends. It's not like I "liked" girls or anything, I just didn't see a need to be in a relationship with a guy, when I had Trevor and my other guy friends.

"I guess so." I replied, trying not to blush.

I knew that Trevor always ranted and raved about me, how awesome and amazing and beautiful I was. It was like he was secretly in love with me or something. I never brought it up, though; I didn't want to make things weird between us at all.

"You're even more beautiful than Trevor described." the guy continued.

"She is beautiful, I told you." Trevor said to the guy with a grin.

I was still lost about who this guy was and why Trevor was introducing me to him. But something attracted me to him in a strange way.

"Enough about me," I laughed, "Trev, who is this?"

"Oh, right. Cam, this is Hunter Collins, he just transferred here from Stillwater. I used to play hockey with him a few years back, and we kept in touch, sort of." Trevor began, "I just bumped into him this morning and he's living here now, and going to school here."

"Oh, right on, do you like it here so far?" I didn't know what to say to him, so I thought that would be appropriate.

"It's big," Hunter laughed, "but, yeah, I like it."

We lived in St. Paul, Minnesota; Stillwater was a small town a few hours north of us.

"I invited Hunter to hang out with us tonight, as long as it's cool with you." Trevor told me, and I just nodded. It wasn't as if I could say no, anyway.

The three of us left the school together and went out to the parking lot. Trevor had driven to school that morning, in his old, beat up Chevy. We took turns driving to school, whoever felt like driving each morning. Parked next to Trevor's car was Ryan Walker's brand new truck. Ryan was a friend of ours, who we'd met as freshmen. Just as we were getting into Trevor's car, we heard voices calling to us.

"Trevor, Cameron! Hold up!"

I poked my head out of the passenger side door and looked back, and saw Ryan and his girlfriend, Amanda, walking towards us.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked, wondering why they'd stopped us from leaving.

"What are you two doing tonight?" Ryan questioned me, and I shrugged.

"We were just going to hang out, Trevor's friend from Stillwater just moved here, so we were just planning on hanging out." I began, "Ryan, Amanda, this is Hunter."

The three exchanged 'hello's and then Ryan continued,

"Perfect. The three of you can come out to my place tonight, we're having a bash."

I looked over at Trevor and then back at Hunter, and they both nodded. Since I seemed to be the spokesperson for the three of us, I replied,

"Alright, what time?"

"Whenever; oh and it's bring your own beer." Ryan threw in with a laugh. I laughed back and finished,

"See you tonight, then."

Trevor started his car and we drove the ten minute drive back to his house. He'd turned eighteen that past summer, but his mother didn't think he was ready to move out on his own, so he still lived with his mother and his younger sister Isabelle, who was fourteen. His two older sisters were both moved out, the oldest one moved out of town with her boyfriend a year before.

Trevor quickly introduced Hunter to his mother and to Isabelle, and the three of us headed for the basement, which was basically Trevor's bedroom. Growing up with three sisters, his mother and his aunt, Trevor needed somewhere to go to get away. So he, and I, he claimed the basement as our own. We'd done everything from playing "cops and robbers" to sharing our first kiss in that basement. Yes, Trevor and I had kissed once. Just once, we were thirteen, we decided we had to do it, just to try it. We also decided we wanted to have each of our first kisses with each other. It was just a kiss. Trevor had kissed many girls since then, I knew that for sure. But it wasn't that way for me. Trevor was my first kiss, and my only kiss. I wasn't ashamed of it; it was just that the guys I hung out with knew I wasn't really interested in having a boyfriend. Plus, I think, some of them were afraid of Trevor, as if he'd hurt them if they asked me out or something. Everyone at our school knew Trevor and I were best friends, but everyone also knew that Trevor had feelings for me, like romantic feelings. He'd never actually told anyone that, but if you knew Trevor, you could just tell. He just had that way about him; he wore his heart on his sleeve.

There were two long couches in the basement, along with the 42' television and Trevor's kick ass stereo system. Off to the side, sort of down a short hallway was Trevor's bedroom, where his bed and dresser was. But he spent the majority of his time in the rec room. I sat down on one couch, next to Trevor, and Hunter sat on the other side of me. The three of us chatted casually, about this and that, and it wasn't long until we heard and then saw Isabelle running down the stairs into the basement.

"Trev, Mom wants to know what you guys are doing tonight. She wants to know if you're staying for dinner, too."

Isabelle was a very pretty girl. She looked a lot like Whitney and Caroline, their two older sisters, but not much like Trevor. She had long, blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she wore glasses, but looked good in them, and she was tall and thin. I liked her a lot, I thought of her as my little sister, even though I didn't know what having a little sister would be like. Isabelle liked having me around, I knew that, and we got along well.

"We're going to a party later. We'll get something to eat on the way there." Trevor informed his little sister with a grin, and then smiled at me.

"Aww, you guys always get to have fun and go to parties and stuff." Isabelle whined, and I laughed at her,

"I'll take you out to parties when you're old enough, Isabelle."

She laughed and then looked at Hunter, and looked back at me, giving me a "that guy is hot" look. I smiled and then watched as she ran back up the stairs.

It was 7pm when we decided to leave. We all piled back into Trevor's car and drove to my house. I figured I should inform my parents about my plans for the night. They weren't strict, I mean, how could they be when they raised four boys. My brothers were sort of, well, they were bad teenagers. They stayed out past curfew, they snuck out during the night, normal teenage boys, I guess. So when I became a teenage, my parents sort of "threw out the rules" as they say. They just liked to know where I'd be and who I'd be with. Although, they could almost always assume I'd be with Trevor, and, for the most part, they could call his house and find out where I was. My parents loved Trevor since the first time I brought him when, when I was six. Almost twelve years later, they adored him just as much and more.

Trevor and Hunter stayed in the car as I ran into the house. Tyrelle and his girlfriend, Maria, were sitting on the couch in the living room, watching television or a movie, or whatever. I said hi to them and then ran into the kitchen to find my mom. My mom loved to cook and bake. She could almost always be found in the kitchen.

"Hey, Mom," I smiled, stepping into the kitchen.

"Hey sweetie, how was school today?" she wanted to know.

"Good. Trevor and I, and a friend, are heading out to a party for the evening. We'll grab something to eat on the way." I informed her.

"Are you coming home tonight?" she asked another question. My mom loved to ask questions. She didn't mind if I spent the night at Trevor's house on weekends.

"It depends how late we're at the party. If it's too late, I'll just go back to Trevor's. Is that okay?" I asked back.

"Of course. Have a good time, Cam, be safe." she finished.

"I will, Mom." I replied honestly and then ran to my bedroom to change, quickly, and then ran back out the front door.

I got into the car again and we were off. We stopped at a fast food place for supper, not healthy, but we didn't eat fast food very often. It was after 8pm by the time we were heading out to Ryan's. He lived about forty- five minutes out of the city, with his father, who traveled a lot for his business and wasn't around much. Ryan basically lived on his own, but in a six bedroom mansion in the suburbs.

Hunter talked a lot on the way there; he had a lot to say. He told us about his family and his friends in Stillwater, how he'd had a steady girlfriend but broke up with her when he found out he was moving to St. Paul. He told us he'd moved with his mother and two younger brothers, and how his father had left them when his youngest brother was a baby. He really seemed to adore his mother, which I thought was cute.

We arrived at Ryan's just before 9pm, and we noticed there was already a bunch of cars parked in the driveway and down the road. Ryan always threw big parties, since we'd known him anyways. He was a good guy, I'd never heard of him being a jerk, or cheating on a girlfriend or anything like that. He just liked to party. We went to the front door and knocked, and it was only second later that the door swung open and we were welcomed by Ryan and Mick and a few other friends.

"Dude! Now the party is starting!"

Mick yelled as he gave a high five to Trevor and gave me a quick hug. Trevor introduced Hunter to Mick and a few other people, and then the three of us made our way through the front hall and into the living room. There, was found a ton more of our friends from school and also people we didn't know. Trevor, Hunter and I hung out and had a good time. It was just after ten when I, after being in a deep conversation with Hunter, realized that Trevor was no longer sitting next to me. I looked around the room, wondering where he could've gone and why he hadn't told me he was leaving. Hunter noticed my look of concern and questioned it,

"Cameron, Trevor's a big boy; he'll be fine if he's away from you for a few minutes."

I didn't know if he was joking around or if he was serious. He had a smile on his lips but seemed like he was being sarcastic and cocky.

"It's not that," I began, "he just always tells me where he's going." I defended myself.

Hunter didn't say anything else about the situation, just continued our conversation from a minute before. He stared into my eyes, looking so content just sitting there with me. I smiled at him, I actually couldn't stop smiling. He was really cute, and he seems to be an honest guy. There was nothing I hated more than a guy who kept secrets and/or lied. I hated liars, probably why I loved Trevor. He'd never lied to me in our entire lives, as I had never lied to him.

As the night went on, I began to worry even more. It was after eleven and I hadn't seen Trevor in over an hour. It wasn't like him; we always hung out together at parties. He knew I had Hunter to hang out with, but it wasn't something he would do. As midnight approached, Hunter and I were still deep in conversation, on the sofa in the living room. We had been talking all night, getting to know each other, and I was beginning to like him even more. I guess I was sitting a bit closer to him than I had been earlier in the evening, but it wasn't like we were making out, or even holding hands. We were just hanging out.

I glanced over at the staircase and spotted Trevor, just after twelve, with some blonde, younger girl hanging off of him. I shuddered at the sight of it, and then looked back at Hunter. He could tell I was peeved, but didn't say a word. Trevor made his way back over to us and sat down.

"Hey kiddo, are we sticking around or heading out?" he asked me, and I shot him a look of disgust.

"Whatever." I replied.

Trevor shot Hunter a look and then looked back to me, "Well, if you're not ready to go, we'll stay a bit longer."

"I said whatever." I repeated myself.

"Okay, well you two seem to be enjoying yourselves, so I'll be around." Trevor finished and stood up.

I wanted to tell him I was sorry to being bitchy, I wanted him to stay and hang out with us. But some part of me was upset and I watched him walk away a second later.

"What's up with you and Trevor?" Hunter dared ask me a few minutes after.

"What do you mean? We're best friends; we look out for each other." I replied quickly.

"You looked pretty pissed when you saw him with that girl -" Hunter told me, but I cut him off.

"A girl like that doesn't deserve Trevor." I said plainly.

"Oh, ok," Hunter grinned, "does a guy like me deserve you?"

I was a little shocked at his question, but decided to answer him anyway, "I don't know yet, Mr. Hunter. I guess we'll find out in the days to come."

He seemed happy with my answer and the two of us continued to talk for another hour or so, even though it seemed like half that time. It was after one in the morning when Trevor stumbled back into the living room and asked me, again, if I was ready to go. This time I was, I was tired and I could tell Trevor had been drinking. He didn't drink too often, mostly when he was upset about something. But I shrugged it off, not thinking he had any reason to be upset. The three of us left the house, after saying goodbye to Ryan, Amanda and a bunch of others who were still around. We walked down the road to the car, and Trevor, without hesitation, handed me the keys. He was a really smart guy, my Trevor, and even though I was "mad" at him, I grinned and hugged him as I started the car. I drove back to town quickly, but not speeding, and arrived at Hunter's family's new home, after he gave me directions. It was nearly two in the morning, and Trevor was passed out, asleep in the passenger seat beside me. Hunter looked tired as he got out of the back seat and came around to the driver's side of the car. I had the window rolled down and, before I could do anything and before I even realized, Hunter had leaned down my kissed me. I didn't know what to say, so Hunter just thanked me for a great night and walked up the pathway to the front door. Smiling, I turned around the drove the rest of the way back to Trevor's with a content feeling.

I had to wake him up after I turned off the car's engine in Trevor's family's driveway. He could barely walk; half because he was drunk and half because he was still half asleep. I helped him as we walked up to the house, and I reached into his jeans' pocket for his house key. I unlocked the front door and we went inside, locking it behind us. We quietly went straight to the basement and to Trevor's bedroom. Without bothering to change, he layed on his bed and within another minute, my best friend was fast asleep again.