After spending an unruly amount of time looking for the printer, she found it. Sneaking it back to her room, Krystal set it up in the corner where she could easily hide it.

No one uses this anymore, not since Nancy. But I think Oma should have a few more pictures, I feel like she's missing out on so much. When I go visit her and I'll show her them all then. She always loved her pictures and the albums she used to make.

After printing off half a dozen photos, her next task was to find a picture frame. It was past 11 when she finally set up the printer in her room. Krystal tipped toed out of her room and into Nancy's. Photo frames wasn't something they had an abundance of, but Nancy did. Nancy framed everything.

Hopefully she has something I'll like. She liked such girly things like butterflies, rainbows and heart confetti.

Aside from the blanket fort Krystal never took down, there wasn't much in Nancy's room. A few odd and end things left out and some boxes stacked in the closet.

When Krystal had packed them away, which took her six months to go through her sisters room, she labeled everything she could. There four boxes of clothing, a box of photos, a box of her artwork and a box of her knick knacks. That's the box she grabbed, the knick knacks.

In the box were a lot of little things that Nancy either like or reminded Krystal of Nancy. There were butterfly statues, glass jewelry dishes, old string lights, a Bluetooth speak, little fake plants and extra frames or framed quotes.

Most of them were baby pink or cream with etched in butterflies and flowers. Not Krystals style. Finally, one caught her eyes. It was a simple white frame with a quote inside. 'Real friends get treated like family.'

This one is perfect.

After popping the photo into the frame with the quote cut out and placed in front, Krystal put the picture of her with the Hardy kids next to a picture of her and Nancy.

It's weird to see how much I've grown. I look like someone so different, and maybe I am, but I'm almost the same as I've always been.

A taping came at her window. Krystal jumped, her heart beating out of her chest. Slowly she crept to the window. Just as she was about to pull back the curtain, the tapping came again. She froze.

Someone is on the other side.

Taking in a deep breath, she flung the curtain open, scaring them both. After regaining his composure, Blake gestured for her to open the window.
"What are you doing here?" Krystal whispered into the night once she had the window open. "I just saw you." Blake beamed at her.
"Want to go for a late night drive?" She glanced at the clock on her nightstand.
"Fine." She hissed.

It took them awhile to pop out the window screen, but they figured it out. Krystal crawled through the window, closed the glass and pop the screen back in.

In the Jeep Krystal twisted her hands over and over again, nervous energy coursing through her.
"Lot of first for me today." She mumbled more time herself than anyone else.
"Like what?"
"Sneaking out, riding shotgun since Nancy and selfie's."

Sometimes I forget about Nancy. I forget about the past and I just see this vibrant girl in front of me. The girl with electric blue eyes and jet black hair. The girl with a contagious laugh and a mood altering smile. The girl whose good at math and can sing Rocket Man better than Elton John himself. I forget that she was once aloof and no one knew her beside Moon Girl. The girl who told lies about how she got her scar. The girl who lived in the shadow of her fallen sister. If you would have told me that girl could be the one sitting next to me in my car right now, I'd tell you, you were crazy. But now I'm the one that's crazy, crazy about her.

"Big steps for you, Krystal Kamowski." He proclaimed, she hummed in agreement.
"I guess you're right."
"I know I'm right. Look at you!" Rolling her eyes, she looked out the window without another word.

The last time I sat in the passenger seat was the night the most important person to me died. The last time I sat in the passenger seat I earned the thing that single handedly makes me an eye sore. Nancy was the one who would sneak out. Nancy died before selfie got big. All of these things involved Nancy one way or the other. As afraid and anxious as I am, I'm doing them. I've grown so much, I can't go back now. I can't fall back into that girl. Nancy would have wanted better for me, I want better for me. At least of all the people I'm sharing these terrifying moments with, it's Blake. Someone I completely truth. The guy who saved me and the guy whose dad tried to save her. Hero's. I'm getting better with the help of my superhero's.

Down the gravel path, tall grass raced outside the windows. They were in a field. Blake the Jeep parked in a clearing. A small trail lead from their spot  to a tall object in the distance, covered but the night. Blake lead and Krystal followed closely in his tail.
"Where are we going?" He chuckled.
"Have patience."

They stood shoulder to shoulder and stared up the giant grain of wheat. The moonlight illuminating his painted features. His eyes were large and cartoon like, the smile protruded from the body of the figure and measured longer than Blake himself.
"What the hell am I looking at?" Krystal finally found her words, Blake chuckled again.
"This is Wheatie, a really good observation tower." If the figure hadn't been maintained as well as it has been, it would be the lead in a horror movie.
"Observation tower? I think I'm dreaming." Blake threw his arm around her, his body heat slowly filling hers.
"No, but you will be in a second." Krystal snorted.
"And whats that supposed to mean?"
"Climb up and I'll show ya." Blake cupped his hands together, forming a step for Krystal to get up onto Wheatie's arm. She looked at him like he was crazy. "Come on, have I done you wrong this far?" She was hesitant but climbed up anyways. Once positioned, she looked out at the scenery and her jaw dropped.

He's joking! This is North Dakota we're talking about here. It's only pretty in pictures. The fields stretch on for years! Cottonwood trees are all over and the grasses are tall and beautiful. The moon is hitting everything just right. There are even clear grooves from where the tractors drive. Nancy would have loved this view.

Her eyes were glazed over in wonder.
"Wow, you sit up here all the time?" Blake smiled as he looked up at Krystal.
"I do, yes."
"Oh lord, how you ever leave is beyond me." He studied her for a long moment. Her eyes sparkled with the reflection of the moon.
"I have other things to do, important things." Krystal laughed and shook her head.
"You might need to bring those important things here."

I did, you're here.

"Maybe then they won't take so much of your time." She hugged one of Wheatie's long grain, pulling herself closer.
"Oh, they're no burden and quite honestly, I like giving them my time." Jumping up, Blake clamped onto Wheatie's other arms and hoisted himself up. Krystal watched Blake climb up and look out at the field with her.

Who knew I'd find myself sitting on a giant grain of wheat with a popular guy from high school. If someone told me this a year ago, I think I'd laugh in their face.

"You know, you're a lot nicer than I thought you'd be." Their eyes met.
"A lot nicer?"
"Yeah, you don't mind putting everyone else before yourself. And you do nice things for others, even if they don't do the same in return." Blake leaned into Wheatie, trying to hear her better. Their heads only now separated by a giant grain of wheat.
"My dad always said that one person could make the difference. One person could save a life and I always took that to heart."

One person. One person could have saved Nancy. One person could have stopped me from getting this scar. One person.

Krystal traces the moon on her left cheek.
"One person." She repeated out loud.
"My sister thinks that fate or destiny plays a hand in our lives then gives us the one person we need to survive." She looked over at him. The boy that saved her. The boy that is the son to the man that tried to save Nancy.

One person. Blake Hardy is one person. He has always been kind and cared, he was my one person. Fate, took Nancy away. I will never stop asking why, but part of that question is answered sitting up here on Wheatie with him. Why? Because I need Blake. I needed Nancy, I'll always need Nancy, but I need to miss her, to lose her, to gain Blake. It's not a trade I'd ever be willing to make, but fate did the trade for me and being where I am now, I wouldn't take it back.

"You okay?" Blake whispered as he looked back at her. She nodded slowly. "What are you thinking about?" Krystal pulled back and looked out at the field. Cottonwoods decorated the outskirts of the property lines.
"Nancy. You. Fate." She spoke softly. Blake leaned as closed to her as he could get.

If there is more, more I should know, she'll tell me. I won't push. But also, I think I know. As horrible as it was for Krystal to lose Nancy and nothing will ever make up for that, we gained each other. I have her and she has me.

For the first time in a long time, I felt a peace. There were no wars going on inside. Not in my heart, not in my head. No where. Everything just felt right.

After spending hours star gazing and sharing thoughts with Wheatie, the decided it was time to go home. Blake hopped down and turned to offer help to Krystal. He held up his arms for her. With a small shove, she glided down to the ground in front of him. Even in there closeness it was never weird or uncomfortable. It was always a lull of companionship, a feeling neither had felt in a long time.

In the car they never once stopped talking. The ride was smooth and over too soon. Krystal shimmied her way back into her bedroom window. Blake helped her pop the screen back into place. After a moment of hesitation, he placed his hand gently on the screen. Krystal debated reaching out and putting her own hand on the opposite side of his, but didn't.
"Goodnight Blake Hardy."
"Goodnight Krystal Kamowski." The electricity was so palpable between them, physical sparks almost flew. Quickly, her eyes dipped down to his lips, then back to his eyes. She grabbed the lip of the window and pulled it down, putting even more space between them.

I am in love with Blake Hardy