I don't think I have the energy to practise," Jane said tiredly, giving a yarn, clutching a sheet of lyrics. "I didn't get up till twelve o clock today."

"Twelve o clock!" Scott pretended to sound shocked, collapsing onto his bed. "Jane Webley that is disgraceful."

"You sound like my mum," Jane laughed, collapsing down next to him.

"Was she still up when you got in?"

Jane nodded. "She was a bit annoyed with me actually."

"Why? What did you do wrong?" Scott asked, looking confused.

"My mum thought that I was just going to see the movie and then come home. Not stay up till midnight hanging out at the lake. I didn't phone her and she was worried about me. She tried to contact me on my phone but it was switched off. I think I must have forgotten to turn it back on after the movie had ended. She almost didn't let me come over. But she understood that we needed to practise. I do feel bad though. I should have left earlier. I just lost track of time and it just didn't occur to me to call her. I don't why, it just didn't."

"Don't worry about it, it's not like you did it on purpose. You're mum just needs time to calm down," Scott said reassuringly, his eyes skimming over his page of lyrics.

"I guess so. Come on then," Jane gave Scott's t - shirt sleeve a gentle tug. "Get your guitar. We better get practising." The song they were going to sing next Friday night was going to be entered in the karaoke contest they were having at Scott's eighteenth and since it was Scott's birthday, he had been made to participate and he wasn't just allowed to just play the guitar whilst Jane sung, no, he had to sing as well. Jane had suggested that they sing a song by her favourite country group 'Lady Antebellum' and Scott had agreed. "I don't care what song we sing," Jane remembered him saying. "I just can't wait to sing it and get it over and done with." Scott didn't mind singing along to songs on the radio with Jane, but singing in front of a huge crown of people was a different matter entirely. She had chosen the song 'Dancin' Away With My Heart' (which was her favourite song by her favourite group).

"I've been practising," you know, Scott told her proudly, picking up his guitar from the corner of his room. Scott's room wasn't quite as big as Jane's was but it was still a pretty good size for a bedroom. His walls were cream coloured and next to his bed (which was wooden) on the right hand side, was a window with curtains that were a dark brown colour. The covers on his double bed were decorated with brown, cream, green and white stripes and he had a large oak bookshelf on the left hand side of the room. There were a lot of books of knowledge and fact on his bookshelf and only a few were fiction and on the other side of the room was a computer which sat on his long wooden desk. On this desk was a globe of the world that he had got as a present from his parents when he was younger, some stationery, and a desk reading light. His floor was wooden, unlike Jane who had carpet, and a brown coloured light hung in the centre of the ceiling.

"We'll see," Jane replied teasingly. Jane would have loved to of played it on the piano but Miss Wood who was in charge of organising the karaoke at the party thought it would sound better played on the guitar, and that it would be easier (since they were both singing it) to be next to one another whilst they sang the song. "The song sounds so beautiful played on the piano though," Jane thought, as Scott tuned his guitar. "If only she would have let me play it for her. "Still, Scott did say he had been practising. So maybe his playing will sound better than it did last time."

"I finally ask you to dance on the last slow song, beneath that moon that was really a disco ball," Scott sung. He wasn't looking at her. He was looking at the guitar, sat on the edge of his bed, concentrating on playing the song right but even so, Jane still felt her heart skip a beat.

"I can still feel my head on your shoulder, praying that song would never be over," Jane sung, she was standing in front of him, praying that he would just look up from his guitar for a second, and maybe if he did we would look into her eyes.

"You headed off to college, at the end of that summer and we lost touch." Scott sang. They were now at the bridge of the song and Jane could feel her heart sink as he sank the first part. When she and Scott first met they promise they would be friends forever, but that was years ago, they were younger then. Now Scott was moving to England. He was going to be starting a whole new life, and she would still be here, miles away from him. He would make new friend, maybe even... Jane hated to even think about it. Maybe even get a girlfriend. What if he forgot about her? What if he promise to call? Promise to write, but didn't. What if this really was the last summer they were going to have together?

"So what did you think of my playing on the guitar?" Scott asked, after they'd finished the song, placing it back in the corner of his room.

"It's getting better," Jane replied, casually.

"Better?" Scott exclaimed. "I think that was pretty good if you ask me."

Jane grinned at him and he grinned back, knowing she was only joking around.

Right at that moment there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Scott called out.

"Hello," Trish said brightly, entering the room.

"Hello," Jane replied with a smile.

"Scott, I just wanted to let you know that dinner will be ready in a few minutes.

"Okay Mum, Scott replied."

"I better get going then," Jane said, walking over to Scott's bed to collect her cell phone.

"Unless you'd like to stay for dinner," Trish suggested. "I think I've done far too much spaghetti anyway." She laughed.

"Thank you for offering Trish but I think I better be getting home," Jane said. "I don't think my mum would be too happy with me staying round today."

Scott looked disappointed. "Can't you call her and ask? You don't know for definite that she will say no."

Jane looked at Scott's pleading face. "Okay, I'll call her and ask, but I can't Imagine she'll say yes."

"What did she say?" Scott asked eagerly, after Jane had finished on the phone.

"Well, she wasn't a hundred percent keen on the idea," Jane begun. "But I managed to persuade her to let me stay."

"That's great!" Scott beamed.

"Well I think that dinner must be about ready," Trish said, hurrying of into the kitchen.

"Now Jane, have you got enough spaghetti?" Trish asked her, scooping another spoonful of spaghetti onto her plate.

Jane looked down at her plate pilled sky high with spaghetti bolognaise. There was so much on it that it was spilling over the edges and onto the table."

"Plenty, thank you Trish," Jane relied, tucking her chair further into the kitchen table.

The kitchen they sat in was a typical county kitchen. There was a lot of wood. Every cupboard and draw was wooden. The only thing that wasn't wooden was the surfaces of the benches that were white granite. Even the floor was wooden.

"Good! Well, let's eat then."

For a moment no one said a word, they all just sat there, the only sound was the sound of knives and forks and chewing of the food.

"So," Trish said, suddenly breaking the silence. "How did practise go today?"

"It went really we'll actually," Jane said, before shovelling a forkful of spaghetti into her mouth.

Scott laughed and watched as Jane did this, pasta hanging out of her mouth and bolognaise sauce all around it. She could be so unladylike at times.

"What?" Jane asked, her mouth still full of pasta.

"You're so funny Jane, you do make me laugh."

Right at that moment Jane realised what he was referring to.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Jane said embarrassedly, reaching for a serviette.

"It's okay," Trish laughed. "As long as you're enjoying it."

Jane grinned.

"So Jane, have you heard the great news?" Trish asked.

Jane frowned, a look of confusion spread across her face, she wasn't too sure what great news Trish was talking about.

"Scott's going to University!" Trish beamed. "And not just too any University. To Oxford University, in England."

"She already knows Mum," Scott sighed. "She hasn't stopped talking about it since I told her the news. I only told her this morning but since then she's told practically everyone in town."

"I'm just so please for you," Trish told him. "And you're pleased for him too, aren't you Jane?"

"Yes," Jane forced a smile. "I couldn't be more pleased, even if I tried to be."

Scott frowned, Jane hadn't really sounded like she'd meant what she'd said, but then he guessed that's she must just be fed up with hearing about it, Jane's mum was the first person that Trish called after hearing the news and no doubt her mum had then told Jane everything that was said. Trish and Linda had become great friends since the day her and Jane had moved into Springbridge when she'd help her unload her boxes from the removal van and she was the first person she'd tell any new town gossip to. No doubt by tomorrow everyone in town that she passed would be wanting to talk to her about it.

"Did you know that The Ashford's are finally moving?" Trish asked Jane, picking up her glass of water from the table, taking a sip. The Ashford's were there neighbours and had been trying to move for years.

"Yes, I mean, I saw a sold sign outside their house earlier but I just couldn't believe it," Jane replied.

"It's true, they finally managed to sell. It will be sad to see them go though, they were a lovely couple."

"Yes, they were," Jane replied. The atmosphere in the room suddenly seemed awkward, as if no one knew what to say.

"Well, if everyone's finished then I'll get the desert," Trish said, breaking the silence. "Who's up for some homemade apple pie, warm from the oven?"

"I am," Scott called out enthusiastically.

"Me too," Jane said, in the same enthusiastic tone.