I love my life. I love being on the boat. I love being with you. My mom loves you, obviously, and she's pretty happy. I don't think you're moaning and...groaning about how life has treated you. Okay, so when I'm eighteen, if I can go to college I will, and if I can't, for whatever reason, then I won't. The point is that I'm more interested in loving my life than making it into what a bunch of other people think it should look like."She sat there, waiting for him to say something. He was more than. But a freshman? Really?" Yes, really. I don't know why, we just hit it off. I really like this girl, Sis. I've been doing a pretty good job of messing it up myself. I don't need any help." I bet you're being Mr. Smart-ass Know-it-all and she doesn't like it." How did you know that?" Come on, JackIEEE. I've known you for 15 years."She always said my name like that when she wanted to make a point."So, tell me about her. Is she as pretty as I am? Does she have big tits? Is she a screamer?" First. "Where did you come from?" Jenn asked. He just lay in her arms and brushed his head over and over her chest. The cat was nice, it curled up in her arms and didn't move. At that moment she forgot about the heartbreak of losing the love of her life. She forgot all about the pain she felt from moving her life for him. Even if she was still able to accomplish all her dreams. She had a job as a photographer, without attending a big school, and she got paid a lot of money for doing it too. It was. At the end of the day we again rode the bus and I walked her home after we got off. That was the start of a daily routine for us. From that time we were almost inseparable. In the afternoons and on weekends we would play together. We both had swing sets in our back yards that we spent hours on. If the weather didn’t allow us to go outside we would play games indoors. When we reached high school we still stayed together all the time. We would go out together with a group of friends even though.