I looked up from my history text book and gave Ryan a pointed look. He had been staring at me for the past twenty minutes and it was starting to get on my nerves. I dropped my eyes back to the printed words and told myself to focus.

I lifted my hand to turn the page over and Ryan reached across the table and shoved my book on the floor.

"Ryan Andrew Hastings!" I yelled, specifically using his middle name, which he hated. Ryan merely grinned at me, seeming unaffected by my use of his last name.

"Well," he said. He stood and stretched his hands above his head. "Now that you're done studying we can have some fun."

I rolled my eyes and picked up the book. I dropped it on the table and smoothed out the pages that were more than likely permanently creased.

"Just because you're not in school right now doesn't mean I can take time away from studying and-"

"Kel, it's Friday night. Stop being boring and let's go have fun." I folded my arms and glared. Ryan jutted out his bottom lip and his chin started to quiver. I laughed. "That wasn't supposed to be funny."

"Ryan, I have a huge test on Monday. Think back to last semester, back when you were in school too. Remember the dreaded finals week?" I paused and Ryan nodded once. "Yeah, that's what I have to look forward to."

"Kel, come on. I'm leaving in three weeks. You can't be lame and study forever once I'm gone. Just one movie, please?"

"Fine. Whatever."

Ryan gave me a grin that on any other male would have looked cocky, but on Ryan, well, it was different. It was impossible to describe what happened to me when Ryan grinned at me and if I tried I would only end up sounding like an idiot.

Ryan grabbed my arm before I had even closed my book and pulled me to my feet. A few minutes later he was shoving me off the porch, pressing my keys into my hand. We reached my car, but before I could unlock the door Ryan was dragged me down the driveway and towards the park.

"What about the movie?" I asked.

Ryan shrugged. "I just wanted to get out of your house."

I repositioned my arm so it was linked through Ryan's and let him lead me to the park that was a few blocks from my house.

"I've been thinking about something," Ryan said abruptly. We had been sitting at the top of a metal dome structure in the park. I was lost in my own thoughts and I figured Ryan was as well.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm going to be gone for two years," he stated. I nodded. I was well aware of that fact, and I was absolutely dreading it. "Well, I guess, umm, we. I mean."

I raised an eyebrow. Ryan was stuttering. That never happened.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm just worried about you."

"I'll be fine. Believe it or not I can function without you, although our parents seem to think differently."

Ryan sighed dramatically. "That's not what I mean."

I turned a little to better face him. "Then what do you mean?"

"I don't know." I could practically feel the frustration in Ryan's voice. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say, so I didn't say anything. I turned again so our shoulder's were touching and dropped my head on Ryan's shoulder.

"We're friends Ryan," I finally said. "Nothing can change that."

Ryan only sighed again. He muttered something under his breath, but I couldn't catch the words and put his arm around my shoulders.


"Kelcey Jensen you are an idiot! I can't believe you're staying in Utah!" Sadie, my college roommate declared loudly. I ignored her as she dropped onto the couch next to me. "Hello?"

"There's nothing I can do about it," I said. My eyes were glued to my text book. Sadie ripped it from my hands and flung it across the room. It hit the wall and flopped open. I turned to glare at Sadie. "What do you think you're-"

"Shut up and listen to me. We are talking about Ryan Hastings here. THE Ryan Hastings, you know they boy you are in love with. What are you doing in Salt Lake City Utah when he is hours away from stepping foot in San Diego California?"

"Are you done now?" I stood and retrieved my book. I smoothed out the pages and dropped it on the coffee table.

"No. You haven't seen him in two years! He's coming home today!"

I blinked, already aware of the facts she was stating. I had said goodbye to Ryan just over two years ago. He got on a plane and flew five thousand some odd miles away to England. I pretended to be happy, but I cried as soon as he was gone. I should have been in San Diego right now, but one stupid credit hour was keeping me out of the microbiology program and I wasn't going to waste any more time starting my major. So now, instead of waiting at the baggage claim of the airport I was stuck in my apartment, studying. I sighed.

"I can't believe you," Sadie muttered. "The most gorgeous man in the world is coming home and you're not going to be there to see him."

"I know." I toyed with the cover of the book and Sadie knocked it off the table. "What is your problem?" I asked. She just shrugged. "Look, we've gone over this. I wrote him a letter, which he hopefully got, telling about what's going on. On the off chance he didn't get the letter my mom promised to tell him and I'm sure once things settle down he'll give me a call."

Sadie dramatically rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot." She left the room and I had to agree. I was an idiot. I desperately wanted to see Ryan again. He was my best friend and there was so much we needed to catch up on. Although we had written letters, that didn't really make up for the lost face-to-face time.

I was the one sighing dramatically now. I had been perfectly fine with my situation, until Sadie had to bring it up. I opened my text book. I could just study and keep myself busy, and pray that Ryan decided to call sooner rather than later.

I glanced up at the clock and saw that only five minutes had gone by. It was going to be a long week.

So, here is the re-written version. If you've read the older version let me know if you like the changes so far. If you're new, leave me a review and tell me what you think. If you don't mind I'd like to know what you think of the characters so far. Are they believable? Can you relate to them at all? Any criticism is apprecciated, as long as it is constructive. Thanks!