"Jane," would you help me with these boxes please, Jane's mum called, lifting a large brown box from the back of the van, stumbling a little as she made her way to the house.

"Sure thing Mum," Jane replied, walking over to the van, taking a small brown box from it.

Jane Webley, and her mum, Linda Webley had just moved to Springbridge, a small country town in the U.S. Jane's mum had got a new job just outside of the town, so they had to move. There was no way her mum could had made it to work every day from where they'd lived before. Jane knew she should had been upset when her mum had broken the news that they were moving, she guess that most children would be. Having to move away from their childhood home, having to move to a different school, away from their friends. But the thing was, Jane hadn't really had any friends to miss. Jane was eight years olds, turning nine in just a few weeks, and had always found it hard to make friends. "Maybe things will be different at this school, "Jane thought to herself, as she helped her mum carry another box into the house.

"Hello." Jane turned around to see a small boy with dark blond hair and dark green eyes standing behind her. "I'm Scott. Scott Lane." He smiled a welcoming smile. "I live opposite you, in that house over there." He pointed to a house across the street. "My mum told me that some new people were moving into town and I wanted to see what they were like. My mum told me to let them settle in first, but I just couldn't wait," he said eagerly.

Jane couldn't believe how well manner he was. Looking him up and down she thought he didn't look like he could be that much old that she was. He wore a chequered green and brown shirt and a pair of smart brown trousers.

"How old are you?" Jane asked, not thinking to introduce herself first.

"Nine!" the boy replied. He said it in a manner that suggested that he was proud of this fact. "How old are you?"

"Eight! But I'll be nine in three weeks."

"Cool!" He grinned at her.

"Scott! Scott Lane!" Scott's mum came charging over. "What have I told you about bothering these people?"

"I'm ever so sorry," she said apologetically to Jane's mum who had now appeared back at the van." Linda looked down at the boy, suddenly realising what was going on. "Oh, no it's fine. Don't worry." She replied quickly, giving a laugh.

"Well can I be of any help?" She watched as the lady lifted another large brown box from the back of the van. "Here, let me take that for you. I'm Trish," she said, taking the box from her. Trish was a small woman with short dark brown hair. She wore a bright buttoned up bright pink cardigan with a pair of black trousers and a small silver cross necklace around her neck.

"Linda."

"Well it's nice to meet you. I think you and your daughter are going to like it here in Springbridge. Everyone is really welcoming and everyone knows everyone. We're like one big family."

And they were. In no time at all Linda and Jane felt like they had been residents of the town for years. Jane and Scott became best friends almost instantly, spending every single day together. They hung out at school and after school as well. In the winter they would play round each other's houses and in the summer they would often play down by the lake that was just around the corner from them, playing imaginary games, splashing in the lake, and swinging on an old rope swing. The first summer they spent together they found an old abandoned tree house and with help from Scott's Dad, they did it up. Adding a few more planks of wood and a bit of paint to it, and sixteen years later they were still best friends, still swinging on that old rope swing and it was still their tree house that they sat in, overlooking the lake.

"Do you ever thing about the future?" Jane asked Scott casually, one late Tuesday evening. Her head was rested on the entrance of the tree house and she was watching the sun begin to set in the sky.

"Sure, all the time," Scott replied. "I'm going to graduate from high school in a couple of weeks, and then I'm going to England in the fall to attend college, or university as they call there to study Natural Sciences. I haven't heard back from the universities I've applied to yet but I'm sure I will do soon. It's only a matter of time. Before you know it I'll get a letter to say that I've been accepted into Cambridge or Oxford."

Jane sighed. She wished she had the confidence that he did. She was sixteen years old, and Scott was seventeen. A lot of girls her age already knew what they wanted to do later on it life. They had it all played out, there career, how many children they wanted, what sort of house they wanted to live in. But Jane just didn't know.

"You'll figure it out," Scott reassured her, reading her mind. "You won't be graduating till next year so you have plenty of time to figure it out."

"I guess," Jane replied, eyes still fixed on the sunset. Jane turned her head to look at Scott who was fiddling with a blade of grass. There was one thing she was sure though. She was in love. Hopelessly in love with her best friend. She had been for quite some time now. Quite a few years actually. But he didn't know, and as far as Jane knew he saw them as just friends, and nothing else. But sometimes she couldn't help but wonder. What if he did feel the same way she did? He hadn't shown any obvious signs, but what if he did? She could tell him right now how she felt and find out in a second that he could feel the same. But then again, what if he didn't? Then their friendship would be ruined forever, never being able go back to being the way it had been, and Jane knew she couldn't take that risk. How could she risk losing the one person who was always there for her through absolutely everything? Who was her best friend? Her only friend. He meant the world to her, and she couldn't imagine what her life would be like if he wasn't a part of it.

"I think we'd better be getting back," Scott suggested. We have to be home by nine, remember? We have school tomorrow."

"Yes, I suppose your right." Jane didn't really want to leave. She wanted to stay here with Scott forever. Just them and the beautiful glow of the almost completely set sun reflecting onto the lake. She remembered when she and Scott use to sneak out late at night to go and have secret midnight picnics by the lake. They got caught one night though and they'd had to be home by nine o clock ever since. Well, on a school night they had to be anyway. It use to be seven o clock but since final were over, and school was nearly over for the summer as well, they were allowed to stay out later.

"Come on then," Scott said, already half way down the ladder.

"Alright, I'm coming," Jane laughed.

That night Jane sat on her window seat and starred out of her bedroom window. The sky was now completely black apart from the stars that shone brightly in the sky like diamonds. She wondered what Scott was doing now. She guessed that we would probably be reading a book or something. He loved to read and learn new thing. He was so intelligent. Even if the teachers he'd had in school didn't give him any homework to do he'd always finding something to do to relate to what they had done in class. It's like he would create his own homework. Jane had never really been like that. She hated getting homework. She didn't really like school in general. The only good thing about it was that she got to see Scott every day. Well, at least she use to. How was she going to survive senior year without him? Who would she hang around with and sit with at lunch times? Why couldn't she be a year older? Why couldn't he be a year younger? Graduation was just over two weeks away, and the nearer and nearer it got, the more worried Jane felt.

The walls of Jane's bedroom where painted lilac and her silver double bed had white bed covers with pink, lilac and light green butterflies on them and on her bed was a bright purple laptop. Her curtains were lilac, drooping to the floor and in her bedroom she also had a wooden wardrobe, a wooden chest of draws that had a small flat screen T.V on the top of them. A full length wooden mirror, some canvas pictures of butterflies, a poster of her favourite band Lady Antebellum, a small clear plastic chandelier, and an ivory dressing table.

Jane picked up her lilac coloured Victorian style velvet diary that sat next to her on the seat. It had been a present from Scott for her sixteenth birthday and she loved it. It had come with a stylish fountain pen and Jane had written in it every single day since she had got it. She never let anyone read it thought. It was locked, and the key to it was hidden away. Somewhere only she knew.

Jane got out her matching lilac pen and turning to a fresh page, began to write todays entry.

Dear Diary,

How much longer can I hide the way I feel about him? His laugh, his smile, everything about him is just sooo perfect! And he gets more and more perfect every single day. I've kept this feeling inside of me so many years. I still remember the moment I realised I liked him as more than just a friend. It was a Saturday and Scott and I were spending the evening down by the lake. We're always down there. It's like our own private place at night because rarely anyone else goes down there. Anyway, I remember we were sitting on the grass, listening to the radio. It was a portable radio that Scott had borrowed from his Dad's shed. We were talking whilst the music played in the background when suddenly a song we both loved came on. I remember him grabbing my hand, pulling me up from the ground. I remember laughing, and resisting. But he wouldn't let go of my hand. Eventually, he managed to pull me up and we started dancing. The night air was colder than it would have been a few weeks ago. Now that it was September, coming into fall. I remember it was the last weekend of summer before we went back to school. Scott couldn't wait to go back of course. Although he did say that he was going to miss the long hot summer days that we got to spend together. He twirled me around, and I slipped on a muddy piece of grass, falling backwards collapsing onto the ground. I laughed dress splashed with mud as Scott tried to help me up, but failed, slipping on the mud also, landing on top of me. Our eyes locked for a second and I remember thinking how beautiful his eyes looked with the moonlight reflecting into them. Our lips were so close, my heart rate quickened and for a second I thought that he was going to kiss me. But the moment soon ended as he pushed himself up from the ground, "I'll race you into the water," I remember him calling. And that was the moment. That was the moment I realised that I was in love with him. When I thought that his lips were going to touch mine. I wish he knew how I felt. My heart races every time I'm around him and I find it hard to breath. There have been so many times when I have thought about telling him how I feel. So many moment that in the moment felt so right. But I haven't.

Jane closed her diary shut and starred once again up at the sky. "And I don't know if I ever will."

Jane woke up at seven o clock Wednesday morning.

"Jane, it's time to get up," her mum called up the stairs. Jane groaned, slowly pulling back her covers. After Jane had washed herself she came back into her bedroom to start getting dressed for school. At her school, 'Springbridge High' they had to wear a school uniform, unlike at her last school when they went in dressed in their everyday clothes. The school uniform at Springbridge High consisted of a white shirt, a green, black and yellow stripped tie, a dark green blazer (with a badge sewn onto it of the schools logo), a plaid green knee length skirt and a smart pair of shoes.

Jane starred at herself in front of her long wooden mirror. She had light brown hair that could be mistaken for ginger in the sunlight. She wore it in a ponytail to school as it was school rules to have your hair tied back but she often let her hair down after school. Sometimes Jane wished she looked more like the other girls at her school. They looked so much better than she did. Well, at least she thought they did. She had pale skin, golden brown eyes, and freckles on her cheeks and nose. Even though she was sixteen years old she still wasn't allowed to wear make – up to school. Jane picked up a dark green coloured ribbon from her dresser to match the colour of her blazer and quickly tied it into her hair. Then, grabbing her rucksack, she ran downstairs.

"You need some breakfast," Jane's mum called, as she shot past the kitchen door. "And don't forget your packed lunch."

Jane ran quickly back into the kitchen and grabbed her lunch and a banana from the fruit bowl. Her mum was always telling her to have breakfast but Jane knew that would mean getting up earlier, and she didn't like the sound of that. School started at eight o clock and ended at quarter past three past three in the afternoon. It was about a ten to fifteen minute walk from her house to Springbridge High and she would often walk to school with Scott, if they both managed to leave their houses at the same time.

"Bye Honey," her mum called.

"Bye mum," Jane called back. The front door slammed shut.

"So how was Miss Patrick's History class?" Scott asked, as him and Jane walked over to the school field where they ate their lunch at lunchtimes.

"Boring, like always," Jane said, unzipping her backpack and taking out her Tupperware box. They could eat in the school canteen if they wanted but in the summer they preferred to be outside; and the few tables that they did have outside were always packed. Finding a nearby tree, where they would be shaded from the hot sun, they sat down.

"Well I'm glad I never had her as my History teacher." Scott said, beginning to unwrapping his cheese and ham roll he'd got for lunch.

"She just goes on and on and she speaks in the same tone of voice all the time. She sounds so fed – up. Like she doesn't even want to be teaching the subject. Thank god for lunch times." Jane took a bite into one of her sandwich.

Scott threw this head back laughing. "What have you got in your sandwiches today?"

"Jam," Jane replied.

"I should have known," Scott chuckled. Jam sandwiches were Jane's favourite.

Jane loved how Scott knew everything about her. She was so lucky to have a friend like him. She knew everything about him as well. She had him memorised by heart. She swore she could write an essay on him. Like how much he loved to read. He had a book with him at the moment. It sat next to him on the grass and the tile read, 'Places To See Whilst Visiting the UK.' She also knew that summer was his favourite time of year and how much he loved the outdoors. His favourite colour was green and he loved BBQ's and learning new things. He knew how to play the guitar a tiny bit and he was very smart, one of the rare few people who enjoyed studying.

"What on your mind Jane?" Scott asked her.

"Oh, nothing," Jane lied.

"Oh, come on. I know you're thinking about something. Tell me."

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have such an amazing friend like you and how I know so much about you," Jane said.

"I know, I'm amazing." Jane punched him playfully on the shoulder.

"I bet I know more about you than you know about me though," Scott said, taking another bite into his sandwich.

"That's impossible," Jane replied. "I know you sooo much better."

"Oh yeah, what's my favourite colour?" Scott quizzed.

"Green." Jane replied. Light green to be exact."

"And what's my favourite food?"

"Barbequed chicken," Jane replied confidently.

"What was I wearing the day we first met?" Scott smiled smugly. There was no way she was going to be able to remember this.

"You were wearing a chequered green and brown shirt and a pair of brown trousers. Your hair was messed up with gel and the top button of your shirt was undone. You also wore a pair of brown converse type trainers and the laces on your right shoe had come undone."

"Wow, okay maybe you do know a lot about me," Scott admitted.

"See, I told," Jane teased, finishing off the remainder of her sandwich.

"Yes, well I still know a lot more about you," Scott said, taking a green apple out of his school bag.

"Oh, yes. What's my favourite colour then?"

"Purple. Lilac to be exact."

"What else do you know about me?" Jane asked him.

"I know that summer is also your favourite season, just like it is mine. I know that Lady Antebellum are your favourite band and you are really good at playing the piano. You like picnics and you're secretly a really good singer although you claim you're not, your favourite flowers are daisies and you've never had a first kiss."

Jane felt her cheeks burn, she could feel them turning bright red and she felt a lump appear in her throat.

"Well neither have you," Jane replied in a rush.

"No, I haven't," Scott admitted. "I guess it's just because I'm just waiting to find the right person to share it with."

Jane could feel her heart rate speeding up. Why did he have to leave? It was true that there were loads of great universities in England but there were also loads of great one's here in America.

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" Jane's mum asked her one Sunday afternoon, whilst peeling a pile of potatoes that they were going to have roasted with a chicken for Sunday lunch. Jane was sat at the kitchen table, trying to tell her mum about her thoughts and feelings. About how she didn't want Scott to leave. She hadn't told her mum that she liked him as more than just a friend yet, but Jane was beginning to think that that was for the best. The fewer people who knew she was in love with him, the better.

"I can't," Jane replied. "I mean, what would I say? Please don't leave, your my best friend, and I need you in my life otherwise I'd fall apart?"

"Well maybe not that exactly," Her mum said. "Just let him know about all the great colleges that they have here."

Jane sighed. "He has to go. I mean, if that's what he really wants to do then I should support him. What sort of friend would I be if I got in the way of his dreams?"

"What are you thinking about now," Scott asked Jane.

"Oh, nothing much," Jane lied, starring of into the distance across the field. Whenever she was alone with Scott it always felt like they were the only two people in the world. When she talked to Scott the noises of teenagers talking loudly, shouting, (and occasionally swearing), running around the field or eating their lunches completely disappeared.

"Are we still going out to the movies Friday night?" Jane asked Scott, suddenly returning to earth.

"Yes, of course," Scott replied. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Jane smiled at him, and Scott smiled back.

Right at that moment the school bell rung, signalling that it was time for the last period of the day.