Lizzie

Finally, we're through the crowds. Everyone wants a piece of these guys; there's a lot of touching and groping going on. It's like they're famous. One day, I guess, Brandon will be. It'll be an entirely different life for him, and I won't play much part in it. That saddens me; my heart clenches, and I feel like it's just dropped to the ground. AGAIN.

I feel his warm, large hand holding mine, and I squeeze his. He squeezes back. These moments aren't going to last forever. I need to make the most of every second with Brandon now. After the summer, our lives are going to change forever. FOREVER. Shit. That is such a long word for a short word; do you know what I mean? I feel sad; I want to bawl my eyes out. I never want to let go of his hand; I can't. I feel like I'm suffocating. I think I'm going to die.

I feel strong arms around my waist and the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck as Brandon pulls me so tightly into him. Oh. God. I'm dying, I can't take it – this feeling that in a few weeks after summer break, I will lose Brandon. Like this. Like now. Like this very second.

"You smell good, Lizzie-Baby," he says and his breath brushes against the back of my neck. I tilt my head; our foreheads touch. This moment is precious. I want to bottle it, I want to nurture it, I want to keep this moment forever and never let it go. God, I love him so much. It's hurting and making me happy both at the same time. Is that even possible?

"Good game, Brandon. I'm so damn proud of you. So fucking proud, bestie." He releases me. I feel empty just like that. Because I know this is all I will ever have with Brandon. Snippets, seconds of hugs and light kisses. My heart is crushing; it's bleeding tears.

Denver pushes pass gently to reach Lilly, who throws herself at him. I watch as Denver picks her up in the air and she wraps her slender legs around his huge frame and nuzzles her head into his neck, then plasters kisses all over his face.

"You did it, baby, you did it. Oh my god, you guys were fucking amazing." Tammy and Tobias come up and group hug us. This second will change too; we're all growing up. We're all going to move on. Why can't things stay the same? Why do we have to get older than eighteen? Why can't we just stay this age and always be together? Oh God. Why?

"Over here." We hear a voice call out. I glance up and see Dixon, with his bleached-white hair. He is waving at us, so we head over in his direction.

"I can take a couple of you." He tells us. He's a good-looking guy even though he does bleach his hair, but it suits him. It makes his tan face look even more tan, and his teeth are brilliant white. Green eyes dance with the excitement and happiness of having won one of the biggest games of their lives and it fills my heart up to see him, Brandon and Denver in such high spirits. I need to not be so maudlin; this afternoon is all about them. We all know life is about to change. Let's make the most of now.

"I'll take Lizzie and Tobias in mine. Tammy has her vehicle she can take a couple of the other guys. Denver and Lilly will go together." Brandon says, pressing his fob to open the truck. He nudges me gently to go forward. As I reach the truck door, Brandon runs around quickly and opens it for me. This is a first. It feels nice having the door held open for me. He extends his right hand, which I take and helps me step up and in. "Such a gentleman, Brandon. What's going on? What do you want?" I ask him suspiciously.

"Nothing, just you know. You deserve it, girl." Girl? I almost faint; it does weird stuff to my body and makes me go insta-wet in my panties. One word, jeez I am so fucking easy.

Tobias opens the back door and jumps in. "Man, you guys were phenomenal. Out of this world." He slaps Brandon on the back, who is now in the driver's seat.

"Thanks, bro." Brandon fastens in his seatbelt, checks I am locked in and then does a quick check in his rearview to ensure that Tobias is belted and fastened. Then, and only then, does he turn the key and begin to pull out.

"Dixon's, hey? I'm looking forward to a couple of beers." Tobias says.

"I'm not drinking," I say.

"No?" Brandon questions.

"After the other night, forget it. I never want to feel like that again. Such a wasted day feeling crap. Anyway, you guys can fill your boots. I'll drive you both back home afterwards."

"Good girl," Brandon says. Holy Fuck. I melt, my panties get wetter, and I clench my thighs together because my clit is pulsing like a demonic bitch right now. Tobias thankfully is blissfully unaware. But I am wondering, what's with all this good girl and girl business?