I woke up the next day feeling refreshed. A big huge grin was plastered all over my face. Whether I was brushing my teeth or washing my face, it never went away. Cheesing like a clown, as I brush my hair near my desk, saving any last files for my research project. Everything is great and I can feel it as I tie up my converses. Throwing on a light jacket with my ladybug umbrella, making sure it closed( don't wanna get bad luck I suppose). I rushed out my room looking half

decent as I rush towards the kitchen, looking at old photo's of grandmother, mom and me. I shed slight tears.

"I love you grandma," I whispered under my breath, saying it with ease as I make it towards the kitchen.

"You look happy," said my mom as I reached over for the cheerios on top of the fridge.

"Because of the typewriter you gave me, thanks mom!" I poured milk and spilled it over my jacket. I wasn't mad and wiped it up enough to the point where you can't see it really.

"Your welcome, but are you seriously walking out the house looking like that," she said holding back tears.

"Yes, no one can see it,"

"No, your mustache dear," she choked on her words, laughing up a storm a my appearance.

My mom laughed even harder when I really decided to walk out the door with my manly milk mustache. I say it still looks better than her's from yesterday's coffee fiasco. Too bad I didn't have time to gloat though. Besides, I would totally get grounded for a week anyway lol. Bee waited for me by her doorstep as usually except she wouldn't look me in the eyes.

"Hey," I said softly, blushing slightly, never taking my eyes off her.

"Hey," her words were stiff however, she still kept her glance at the kids walking on the sidewalk across for us. She looked down, maybe because of me avoiding her.

"You don't have to keep distancing yourself from me, I reflected and...," she turned to me and interrupted me.

"My mom's moving us at the end of this school year Amb's.....," her voice croaked as she ran into my arms, tears hitting my jacket.

"She's moving?!!!" I thought, my eyes watering as well.

"Why didn't you tell me?!!"

"She told me after you ditched me the day before.....I wanted you to not worry about us...er our "friendship"...," she blushed as she backed away...looking into my eyes.

"When you kissed me-my hand....was it a distraction or did you mean it....?" She walked down the side walk, grabbing my hand. I forgot we have school....yikes....

"Amber I meant it, but, I don't know if we can truly be together...I have my doubts...,"

"And you have every right to...that summer.....I didn't mean to freak out about and reject you the first time..., I really like you and I really don't want others to know...,"

"That's the main problem Amber!, I want the world to know and I don't want self doubt to drift us apart or my flirtatious behavior towards people....since your jealous of Kate...,"

"Ugh, why bring her up again...," we've walked for at least about hours before we made to the school stairs. Still conversing as much as we still can.

"Your a flirt and that's what I like about you...especially at camp....and that time you...," my face was flushed I was ashamed about what I was about to say.

"Oh, you so you really liked? What else have you been hiding until now?"

"My mom gave me a typewriter, left by my grandmother...," she stopped and looked at me, intrigued with our new topic.

"Do you think it's a sign or something?"

"No, I haven't thought of that and I've been excited to use it for the project!,"

"Oh, I just winged it with my mom's old curling iron like that was going to do something," we both laughed as we let go of each other's hands, walking to our assigned stairwells.

"Amber, sorry for ruining your mood earlier, I could tell the moment you walked towards my house, you'd say something quite platonic, to bad my influences are starting to rub off on you!" She ran to the door, winking at me. She is so embarrassing, I mean she's always been like that but geez....

"Don't say that, well, not in front of the tree huggers," I responded back. She turned around with a goofy smile on her face, matching mine as we opened the doors to inside the building. I could tell she was feeling something to, not feelings, but the glared of the tree hugger society looking at us as we made it inside. Man I'm so glad Bee talked me out of joining them in 6th grade or I'd be the biggest hypocrite than Jenny( Bee's old friend from camp).