Jane was sit on the edge of the trampoline, looking up at the starry night sky. It was now night time and the bright blue sky and sparkling golden sun had now turned into a scene of brightly shinning stars that twinkled in the night. She was listening to her iPod, lost deep in thought.

"There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you." Scott cried, walking over to the trampoline.

"Well you can't have been looking far then," Jane thought to herself.

Scott climbed up onto the trampoline, climbing over to the edge to sit with her.

"Remember all the fun we use to have on this when were kids," Scott laughed, thinking back to when they were younger. Most of the time they were down by the lake but if they weren't they'd be jumping up and down on the trampoline in Jane's garden, reaching for the sky, laugh as if nothing in the world matter but the fun they were having, right in that moment. Jane's garden was long, slightly sloped so that when you jumped on the trampoline you would often find yourself slipping but for some reason that seemed to make it even more fun. Jane didn't responded, eyes still fixed on the beautiful sky above her.

"What're you listening to? Scott asked casually, not seeming to notice by how quite she was being that she didn't feel like talking to anymore, especially not to him, she just wanted to be left alone.

Jane sighed, taking a purple headphone out of her ear she let it hang lose.

Scott picked up the headphone, placing it into his ear.

"Lady A, I should have known." He grinned. "I've never heard this song by them before."

"It's from their new album," Jane replied flatly.

For a moment they both just sat there in silence, looking up at the sky, listening to the music that was coming though the headphones.

"So where's Taz," Jane asked, deciding to speak. Didn't she feel like coming along?"

"I don't get why you dislike her so much."

"Hate," more like, Jane though. She was usually the kind of person who tried to get along with everyone, even if she didn't really like them much, even if they didn't seem to like her. But with Taz it was different. She had tried to be nice to her, welcoming and friendly, but she just couldn't do it anymore.

"We're not joined at the hip you know. I only just meet her today. I just wanted to make her feel welcome, what's so wrong with that?" His voice was raised.

"Playing spin the bottle, get in a car with someone who doesn't have a licence, buying alcohol, illegally," Jane cried, turning to face him, ripping the headphone out of her ear.

"We were just having fun," Scott argued. "We'll, some of us were."

"We have fun," Jazz cried. "We've been having fun together for nine years and none of that fun included breaking the law, playing stupid games or drinking stuff like beer. You don't even like beer."

"Maybe I wanted to give it another try," Scott replied coolly.

"Taz just isn't your kind of girl," Jane blurted out. "She's trouble."

"And who is my type of girl then?" Scott asked.

Silence fell.

"It's not your job to tell me who I can and cannot hang around with. You don't own me Jane, I am allowed to have more than one friend. I am allowed to hang out with other people, you can't stop me. I like Taz, after you went we spent time up in the treehouse drinking beer and talking, we talked until the sun set, until Taz got a call from her Mum telling her she wanted her to come home immediately. But it was nice."

"You let her into our treehouse," tears started to prickle in her eyes. We swore that we would never let anyone else into it. That it was our special place."

"We were both just little kids then, Taz is new to the town. I couldn't just tell her she couldn't come, could I?"

Silence fell once more. Jane knew that what Scott was right. It would have been really mean and unwelcoming to of said no, that she couldn't have come, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him that.

"It's getting late," Scott announced. "I should go."

Jane felt a lump form in her throat. She could have said something, something to clear the air between them, but she didn't. She just let him go, walk away without saying a word. She thought that Scott had come to apologise, but instead all he had seemed to do was cause a huge argument. Why couldn't he just admit that Taz was bad news? That she was trouble? Jane slid down from the trampoline, and walked over to the house. Scott was right, it was getting late. She better be getting to bed. She had school the next day. Although they probably wouldn't be doing much work, since it was the last week before summer break, when they had three whole moths off. Jane had been looking forward to summer break, it was her last summer with Scott until he went off to university in England, but now she was dreading it. Would Scott even want to hang out with her after their argument? And even if he did, would Taz be with them all the time? Spending endless summer days with them at their treehouse where they told each other their secrets, talked about their dreams. Would Taz would now be a part of that? Jane wiped away a tear that had rolled down her face and fallen of her cheek. Her heart felt like it had just broken into a million pieces, been shattered like glass, and it hurt.

"I was thinking," Linda said. It was now Monday morning and Jane and her mum were sitting together at the kitchen table, her mum had insisted that she had a proper breakfast for once, instead of just grabbing something on her way out to eat on the go. Jane was sitting at the table starring at her cereal, stirring it around in her bowl. "How about we go shopping after school, get you a new dress for Scott's party."

"I'm not going."

"Oh course you are," her mum replied. "It's Scott's eighteenth. You have to go."

"I don't think he wants me to come anymore. Besides, he doesn't even need me there, I'm pretty sure Taz will be there since the whole tows been invited so..."

"But you're best friends." Her mum cried, exasperated. "This Jazz girl can't be that bad. You're singing a song together for the karaoke contest."

"Well, we're not anymore. I have to go, I'm going to be late for school," and with that she picked up her rucksack, got up, and left.

Jane ignored Scott for the rest of the day as did he. They ate lunch alone and the only contact they had throughout the day was sharing quick glances at each other as they passed by one another in the school hall after second period. "At least he's not with Taz," Jane though to herself. Taz didn't have to start school till September. She did feel bad for the way she felt at times, maybe she should have given Taz more of a chance. But the words of what she said just kept on playing in her mind like a record on repeat. Would it really work if Jane tried to be more like Taz? He words echoed in her mind. "Everyone knows that boys are more attracted to bad girls. It's just a matter of time before he falls for me." Had Scott fallen for her? What had they talked about after she had left, according to Scott they had talked until sunset. Maybe they'd been talking about her, laughing behind her back. "No, Scott wouldn't. He wouldn't be that cruel, would he?" The question lingered in her mind. Jazz was changing Scott, at it wasn't for the better.

"I like this one," Linda said, holding up a sparkly navy blue dress. Jane shock her head and her mum gave a sigh. "Well what do you like then?"

"None of these, I don't like any of them. I told you, I'm not going," Jane shouted. People in the store turned to look at her. Jane's Mum had dragged her to a mall in a nearby town called Sunfield to shop for a party dress. It was the nearest shopping centre to them. She hadn't wanted to go but her Mum had dragged her along. They were now in a shop called 'Angel'. It was a clothes shop for teens.

"Look, Jane," her mum began, she sighed, hanging the glittery blue dress back on the rail. She spoke in a quiet voice. "Whatever's happened between you and Scott, you just have to put it behind you, and move on. It's Scott's eighteenth. He might have given the impression that he doesn't want you to be there but trust me, he would. You only turn eighteen once, Scott will never have another eighteenth birthday party, it's not like you'll get another chance to go in a few years' time. If you don't go you'll regret, I know you will, and I think you know that too."

"But how can I do that with Taz around? I can't stand her Mum, I just can't." Jane felt her eyes fill with hot tears and they began to run down her cheeks.

"Be the better person, be strong. Be nice to her. It doesn't mean you have to be her best friend but Scott seems to like her. I will admit though that from what you've told me about her she doesn't seem like the sort of person that Scott would want to hand around with but..." she paused. He should be allowed to be friends whoever he want to and if he want to be friends with her, then you just have to accept that."

Jane nodded, whipping tears away from her cheeks. "Okay," she said, "I'll go."

After twenty minutes of look at and trying on dress Jane had picked out a sparkly purple cocktail dress with a high neckline.

"You look fabulous! You'll be the bell of the ball," her mum said as Jane exited the fitting room.

"You really think so," Jane asked, starring at herself in the long mirror on the wall next to her changing room. She turned around, examining herself from different directions.

"Positive," Her mum replied confidently. "I think we've found the one."

Jane grinned, she'd had so much fun trying on different dress that she'd completely forgotten about Scott and their argument, that was until now. Jane's grin suddenly faded. Would Scott really want her there? Or would she just end up embarrassing herself? And what would Jazz be wearing? There was no doubt about it that she would look absolutely stunning, with her long cherry red hair shining brightly in party lights probably dressed in some skimpy tight dress with heels as high as a skyscraper, grabbing all the guys attention. Still, she wasn't singing with Scott, that was if they were still singing together. Jane hoped they were. She had been looking forward to it and they'd practised so hard together. It would be such a shame for all that practise to just go to waste just because of some stupid argue. So what if Scott wanted to be friend with Jazz? He did have a point. She couldn't tell him who he could and couldn't be friends with. She would just have to try and get along with her, for Scott's sake. If only Scott knew the real her though, how she was when he wasn't around. She could tell him but she didn't want to give them another reason to argue.

"Shoes!" Jane's Mum suddenly cried. "We need shoes!"