“J.T.,” his twin sister, Virginia, called.

            “What?” he asked, not looking up from his T.V. show.

            “It’s mom…The hospital just called…she was hit my a truck…she didn’t make it,” his sister said crumpling to the floor.

            “Oh no! Where’s Dad? Does he know?”

            “He’s at work…The hospital staff said they’d call him,” the fourteen year old continued.

            Jonathon stood as they rolled the casket down the center aisle. This isn’t happening, he told himself. She can’t be dead. But it was true. Jonathon felt the tears roll down his face, as he clung to his sister.

Three years later

            Jonathon smiled to himself. What did every girl want for their one year anniversary? Jewelry.  He knocked on his girlfriend’s door and waited. She was going to be so happy. Her mother answered the door, and he said, “Hi is Lizzie here?”

            Her mom looked apprehensive. “Um…no, she’s at The Rink.”

            “Oh, OK. I’ll go there. Thank you, Mrs. Martin,” he said dashing off towards The Rink.

            When he got there, he felt like he’d got sucker punched in the gut. There was Lizzie…but on the other end of her lips was Vincent Tyler. Jonathon looked at the necklace in his hand and had an urge to throw it. He couldn’t. He’d spent too much money on it to pitch it across the room. 

Jonathon walked over to Lizzie and Vincent and cleared his throat. Lizzie looked up and then her face turned bright red. “Oh, J.T….”

“Is this my anniversary present?” he asked sarcastically.

“No, J.T….It’s not what it looks like…”

“You’re making-out with…him, on our one year anniversary…How could you?” he asked his voice cracking.

“I-I…I’m sorry.”

“I see…Well, I guess this is goodbye.”

“I am sorr—”

“Save it,” Jonathon said turning and fleeing The Rink. How could I have been so stupid? He asked himself as he ran home. His little brother Trevor was watching Friends his favorite show. He plopped down next to his brother and drowned his sorrow in Friends and Pepsi.