"He is fun." I shrugged, looking down as I spoke "Also, you don't come and see sci-fi movies with me, so I end up going with him."

The wind blew her blonde hair across her face as she gave a shrug.

"I am not expecting my epic cheesy love story anytime soon." I said so that she did not get any ideas about matchmaking me with somebody again.

I knew fair well that none of the boys at Leavendale High had a romantic bone in their body.

"Deny it all you want but we both know you are a helpless romantic." A grin broke out on her face as she teased "I saw you tear up at the end of the Notebook when we watched it at my place."

"I don't remember that." I lied, crossing my arms and keeping them close to my chest.

She laughed at my dishonesty before exclaiming "You claimed you were allergic to my bed duvet covers!"

It sounded like the worst lie at the time but now it seems like the most idiotic thing I had ever said. I just did not want to admit the ending of some chick flick movie made me cry.

Not knowing what to say, I stayed quiet when we crossed the road.

"Don't worry, Little Lana." I reassure her as we neared our destination "We will find you a new beau soon."

"Who are you calling little?" She sassed "You are way smaller than me."

I rolled my eyes, letting out a huff.

"Maybe Chase prefers taller girls." She joked.

I punched her arm, faking to her and myself that the idea of him being stolen away offended me.

"You have six inches on me max." I stated, making the measurement with my two fingers to point out the size "Don't get ahead of yourself."

"I am more his type." She remarked, reaching out and messing up my hair.

Wrapping my arm around her so it rested on her shoulder, I smiled evilly up at her "You are so right. Bimbos are his thing."

Lana was the furthest thing from a bimbo but out relationship thrived on teasing and taunting one another.

One time a girl moved to our school, and we were assigned to show her around. We invited her to lunch and by the end of it, she reported us to the principal for bullying each other. She just did not understand our loving torment to one other was just part of our relationship. It was fine anyway because she and I worked better as a duo.

We complimented each other perfectly. I was book-smart, and she was socially smart.

"If Chase doesn't win me the biggest teddy on the pier, then I will riot." I informed her very seriously "He might run to you after I am finished with him. This stuffed toy is pretty much a dealbreaker in our not-so relationship."

"You can keep your playboy." She tutted, her big blue eyes sparkling with amusement.