Sneak Peek
Long Time Gone
Written by Melissa Stamper
Chapter 1
18 years ago
Trey 8 years old
“Trey honey come out to the livin’ room there’s someone I want you to meet!” My mamma called from down the hall.
I made my way down the hall not knowing I was going to see one of the prettiest girls ever, otherwise I would have washed the dirt from my face. She was sorta hidn’ behind a tall woman I hadn’t seen before. The little girl looked like she was close to my age. She had pretty red hair that was pulled back in a ponytail and she had big blue eyes that looked really nervous.
Well I couldn’t have the prettiest girl in the world be nervous now could I? I reached out my hand to her and introduced myself.
“Howdy Miss, I’m Trey Randel Ramsey.”
The pretty red head stared down at my hand then up at her momma. Her mama bent down and looked at her daughter and whispered something in her ear. The cutest pink blush crossed the little girl’s cheeks and she slowly reached out her hand and put it in mine.
“I’m Jessie May Montgomery,” she said barely above a whisper.
“Jessie May, that is a real pretty name,” I tried giving her my best Ramsey charm but she immediately pulled her hand out of mine and took a step away from me.
“Everyone calls me Jessie, cept my grandpa Monte, he only calls me Jessie May.” She said going back to hidn’ behind her mamma again.
Hmm. I was going to propose to her, I mean what else do you do when there is a pretty girl in your house. If I wait my older brother Daniel could walk in and try to steal her away and I can’t have that but she is so scared of me I guess I’ll have to wait to propose to her later.
“Well I like Jessie May, I always wanted a best friend called Jessie May.” I stated giving her my best smile that got me outta choirs when I gave it to my mamma.
She looked at me like I was crazy.
“Wanna be my best friend Jessie May?”
“Friends?” She asked.
“Best Friends.”
“Ok.”
“What’d I miss?” My mamma asked walking back into the room with a tray of cookies and lemonade.
“Your very charming son has just claimed my daughter as his new best friend.” Jessie May’s mamma answered.
“Dear lord that was fast.” Mamma said placing the try on the coffee table. “Let me get my camera to commemorate this occasion.”
Mamma walked toward the shelves where she kept her camera. Mamma was always ready to take photos of any “special” occasion that popped up.
“Earl, Hon? Will you come take a photo of us?” She called out to dad who came walking in the room a few seconds later.
“Sweetheart I want a photo of my dear friend Marilyn and her daughter with Me and Trey.” Mamma explained to dad.
I sat between Jessie May and my mamma and put my arm around my new girl. She’d be my girlfriend soon enough so I figured it was ok.
“What are you doing?” She asked me looking over at my arm then back at me.
“Being best friends Jessie May,” I explained like it was obvious then I looked over as my dad who was fiddling with the camera.
After dad figured out what setting he needed to use and the photo had been taken I sweet talked Jessie May into going out back to go swinging on our big ol’ tire swing. I don’t know how long I pushed her on the swing before her mamma said they needed to head home. I could’ve pushed her on it forever the way it made her laugh. Jessie May’s laugh was the best thing I ever heard before.
Mamma ended up making a bunch of copies of the photo of the four of us on the couch. I keep the photo in my room by my little league baseball trophy. That summer Jessie May and I were inseparable, either she was at my house or I was at hers. We helped her grandpa in his garage, helped our Mamma’s set the dinner table, I taught her how to bait a hook and to ride a horse. That was probably my first mistake. I wanted her to be my girlfriend but I really did make her my best friend and I became too scared to tell her I liked her. Plus my brother Daniel told me I couldn’t propose until I was older so I had to continue to wait.
15 years ago
Jessie 11 years old
“Jessie, sweat pea, wake up darlin’.” My mamma’s voice broke through my dreams.
“Mamma?” I asked blinking my still sleepy eyes.
“I know its early honey but something happened.” I was a little more awake now and I could hear how sad mamma’s voice was.
I sat straight up freaking out. “What is it mamma?”
I could see the tears in her eyes. “Honey there was an accident last night and Trey’s mamma was hurt real bad. She passed away.”
Trey’s mom? I just saw her yesterday. No no no no! I jumped out of bed and started getting dressed. I needed to get to Trey. His mom is gone and he needed me.
“Jessie, maybe you should give him some time before you go over there.”
“He needs me mamma!” I yelled. I finished buttoning my jeans then ran over to my mamma and gave her a hug and kiss. “I love you mamma.”
“I love you too Jessie.” She said giving me a squeeze and kissing my head.
Then I was out the door running through the field. It was quicker than taking the driveway all the way down the road to his house. Plus we both took this route so much we created our own trail which my grandpa wasn’t too happy about but he got over it. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet and the sky was still a pretty mixture of red, yellow and orange.
I must have been running really fast because it didn’t take that long to get to Trey’s house. I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as it came into view. Even though the house didn’t physically look different it felt different. Like someone took all the life out of it.
Trey’s mamma was so full of life and kindness that even the house felt empty without her. How many times had we laughed with her in the kitchen while she cooked? Way too many to count in the last three years I have known Trey. She told the best stories I have ever heard and was like a second mother to me and now she is gone. My heart was broken for Trey and his family.
My feet started to move again after being frozen in place at seeing Trey’s house look so lifeless. I walked into the empty kitchen and tried my best to keep back my tears. I walked down the empty hall past all of Mrs. Ramsey’s photos of her family. When I got to Trey’s door I slowly pushed it open but his room was empty.
I thought about where Trey would go, then it hit me. The treehouse! That was his favorite spot in the world. Trey told me he liked to go there to think about different things and to get away from his brother if he was nagging on him.
I ran out of the house and straight to his treehouse which was a little ways into the woods on the left side of his house. I climbed up the ladder and popped open the wooden floor board. It was eerily quiet and for a second I didn’t think he was there.
Trey was sitting in the corner with his arms wrapped around his knees and his back to the wall. He looked so small and alone that it broke my heart even more.
I wanted to say something but I didn’t know what to say to him. I climbed all the way up and went over and sat beside him.
We didn’t say anything to each other. We just sat there next to each other. After a while I reached over and took his hand in mine.
12 years ago
Trey 13 years old
I don’t know why bad things keep happening to good people. A couple months after my mamma died Jessie May’s mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. Her mom got really sick but after about a year she started getting better. We both thought everything would be ok until a few months back the doctors said it came back and it was a lot worse this time. I hated seeing Jessie May as she watched her mamma get sicker and sicker. It wasn’t fair and I felt helpless.
Everyone needs their mom and now both of ours are gone. When her mother started getting sick again I got really scared and I knew I needed to do something. I started to go over to Jessie May’s house when she wasn’t home and would talk to her mamma. I would ask her questions about Jessie May’s favorite things. She showed me how to make Jessie May’s favorite chocolate chip cookies and her favorite food friend chicken with mashed potatoes.
I wanted to make sure Jessie May still had a piece of her mamma even after she was gone.
It took me seven tries to get the cookies right. I grabbed a cookie jar and filled it up with batch number seven and took off towards Jessie May’s house.
I ran past her grandpa’s garage and just barely stopped in time before running into him and dropping the cookies.
“Whoa there son,” Mr. Montgomery said as he came out of his garage and clamped his large hand on my shoulder.
“Sorry Mr. Montgomery,” I said between panting. “I’m real sorry about your daughter sir.”
I watched his eyes go sad then move toward the cookie car quizzically.
“Whatcha got there Trey?”
“Oh yeah, I made chocolate cookies for Jessie May. Would you like one?”
Mr. Montgomery reached into the cookie jar and took a bite of the cookie.
“That tastes just like my Melba’s cookies,” he said with affection in his voice.
“Jessie May’s mamma taught me how to make em,” I said quietly.
“You’re a good kid Trey,” he said looking me straight in the eye. “Sometimes we only get one shot to get things right. If you are lucky sometimes you get a second chance. Make every moment count.”
I just stared up at him and then watched him walk back into his garage. If he wasn’t down at his shop Mr. Montgomery could be found tinkering on cars in his old barn. Jessie May and I would hang out with him in there on occasion and he would teach us different things about cars. Even though I was a guy I never really fully understood what he was teaching us but Jessie May was really good with cars just like her grandpa.
I had no idea what her grandpa was trying to tell me. I assume it was something to do with his daughter’s short life and his way of grieving.
I walked into Jessie May’s house and went straight to her room. She was curled up on her bed staring at the wall.
“Jessie May?” I said quietly not wanting to wake her if she was sleeping.
I saw her body jolt with surprise and then she turned to look at me still standing in her doorway. She looked so broken and her eyes had never looked so sad before.
“Hi Jessie May,” I said probably sounding stupid. “I brought you cookies.” Geez that wasn’t much better.
She didn’t say anything she just stared at me.
I decided to walk further into her room until I was standing right by her bed. I held out the cookie jar internally kicking myself for thinking this was a good idea.
She reached out and took a cookie then took a bite. I watched her face go from sad, to joyous, to haunted all within the course of one bite of that cookie.
“Your mom taught me how to make them,” I blurted out.
Her beautiful blue eyes got so big then suddenly filled with tears.
“Oh god, I’m sorry Jessie May. I didn’t mean to make you more sad. I just wanted to give you a little piece of her.” I couldn’t stand to look at her anymore so I looked down at my shoes. I felt like such an idiot. What was I thinking?
“You did a really good job,” Jessie May said which made my head snap back up.
She took another bite of the cookie then gave me a little smile. “You’ll have to make these for me again.”
“As you wish,” I said which made her smile again. The Princess Bride was her favorite movie. Which gave me another idea.
“Do you want to watch it? The Princess Bride I mean?”
Jessie May nodded and I set the cookie jar down on her nightstand and walked over to her small TV and put in the tape that was sitting right next to her VHS player. The VHS tape and player had been her mother’s. Jessie May didn’t have a DVD player in her room. She said she liked the retro feel of watching VHS tapes.
I walked back over and sat next to her on the bed and we watched the movie quoting our favorite lines and ate the cookies.
10 years ago
Jessie 16 years old
“What are you doing this weekend Jessie May?” Trey asked me while he sat inside my grandpa’s 1959 Cadillac Deville playing on his cell phone while I was currently working on the Deville’s engine.
“Oh let’s see,” I started while shutting the hood and looked at him playing on his phone not looking at me. “I was going to party with my football buddies then I was going to call one of my cheerleader girlfriends to come over and make out. Oh wait… no that’s what you’re probably doing. I on the other hand will probably be here in my grandpa’s garage working on this Cadillac Deville.”
While I was talking Trey looked up from his phone and gave me one of his cocky smiles. “Are you sure you’re not going to make out with a cheerleader because I’m actually free to come over and watch.”
Trey winked at me and I rolled my eyes.
“You know Jessie May you are always welcome to hang out with my football buddies,” he said.
Trey tells me this all the time, that I am always invited to anything he gets invited too, but it’s just hard being around some of his so called friends because I am considered from the poor side of Lucky.
Lucky is a small town in the great state of Texas. My mom and I moved here when I was eight after she lost her job in Dallas. We moved in with my grandpa who runs a mechanic shop in town that does ok but he isn’t overly rich. We live on his farm that he hires people to tend to because he likes the land and his home but isn’t interested in farming. My mom managed the farm and mechanic shop expenses before she passed away.
I don’t wear name brand clothes and my family works with their hands so snotty people in town look down upon us. The east side of Lucky is considered the working class while the west side is the upper class. The east side are farmers, factory workers, service industry workers, etc. The west side of Lucky are lawyers, doctors, financiers, managers, etc.
I’m sure not all of his friends think like this, from what I hear Brett, Ryan and Tommy, seem to be pretty good guys, in fact Brett is Lucky poor like me but he is really good at football like Trey so he’s treated better. Plus he’s tall and built so he could kick anyone’s ass if some punk ass rich kid tried to mess with him. However the cheerleaders all seem to be Lucky rich and have no problem acting like it and don’t look favorably toward the Lucky poor and they always seems to be where the football players are.
Chrystal Chase is one of the worst. She’s blonde with big boobs that she likes to flaunt around Trey hoping he bites. I cannot stand Chrystal Chase! She’s the type of girl that will say rude comments about you and she does it loud enough so you can actually hear her. She acts as if she is better than everyone just because her dad owns a fancy car dealership and is probably one of the richest people in Lucky.
Chrystal is probably one of the only cheerleaders Trey hasn’t actually dated, except Katie Ann, who actually seems kinda nice but she is friends with Chrystal Chase so it’s hard to say.
“I think I’ll pass,” I say what I always say.
Trey always looks a little disappointed when I refuse to go with him to hang out with his football friends which makes me feel like an awful best friend.
“Actually I was thinking about asking Brett over to make out,” I say jokingly trying to diffuse the weird vibe that started circulating around the room.
“What?!” Trey says sounding angry.
That’s odd.
“Well I figured I should get my first kiss out of the way, you know?” I stated nervously. “And Brett is in my history class and he seems like he would be a good kisser.”
I had actually never thought about Brett in that way before. The only person I ever think about kissing is Trey which is ridiculous because one he is my best friend and two he likes to date easy cheerleaders.
I had walked over to the tool bench to put away the wrench I was working with. As soon as I turned back around Trey was all up in my space.
“Um hi?” I said having to strain my neck since he was so much taller than me now.
“You’ve been thinking about kissing Brett?” He asked me without any sort of emotion in his voice or face.
“No,” I whispered.
God he smelled good. He was also really, really hot and being this close to him always made my heart flutter.
Trey had light brown hair that he kept cut short. He was only sixteen but he had an amazing chiseled jawline that rivaled movie stars and a great body from working out all the time.
“Why did you say you wanted to kiss Brett if you haven’t thought about it before?” He demanded.
“I don’t know I was just trying to be funny.”
“You’ve never been kissed?” He asked me leaning all the way in to me now and pushing me back into the work bench.
“No,” I whispered and all of a sudden I forgot how to breathe.
Then his head lowered toward mine and before I could figure out how to start breathing again he was kissing me. His lips were slow and gentle at first then I felt his hand at my waist pulling my body into his. His touch shocked me and I opened my mouth and he quickly deepened the kiss and touched his tongue to mine.
My body was on fire. His tongue felt incredible so I decided to meet his tongue right back. He must have liked that because his grip on my waist tightened and I swear I heard him growl. My hands had been trapped between us, which wasn’t a bad place to be, touching his chest but I moved them up around his neck which was equally as nice.
I have no idea how long we kissed but it could have kept going for days as far as I was concerned but Trey abruptly pulled away and pushed away from me.
We were both breathing really hard and avoiding each other’s eyes.
Crap. What do I do now? Do I tell him that was amazing? Do I ask him out? Do I tell him I have had a crush on him for a long time?
“Well then…” Trey said finally looking at me. “You’re welcome.”
“You’re… welcome?” I asked confused.
“Well yeah, you said you wanted to get your first kiss out of the way and I thought you were right since you are getting up there in age. And since I am your best friend I did my duty and gave it to you.”
His cocky smile was back in place where it normally was when he was joking around with me.
“You’re an ass Trey Ramsey.” I said putting my hands on my hips and giving him my best angry face.
“You should not call your best friend names. Especially after he did you a big favor. Geez Jessie May, where are your southern manners?” He placed his hand over his heart acting mock offended.
I rolled my eyes at him. “I really cannot handle you sometimes.”
“Please, you love me,” he said joking.
Sadly he was right, I did really love him but he only thought of me as his friend.
8 years ago
Trey- 18 years old
Being in love with your best friend for ten years is really rough. Especially when she is as beautiful as Jessie May. She has long dark red wavy hair that is as freaking soft as it looks. Her big gorgeous blue eyes are easy to get lost in. And her body, damn Jessie May’s body is killer. She is taller than most girls which means she’s got legs for days and as if that isn’t bad enough we live in Texas which is normally hot enough for shorts all the time so I get the stare at my best friends legs like the horny teenage boy that I am.
I’ve let this best friend only deal go on for far too long. I messed up and got scared that if I fucked up I would lose my best friend and the girl that I love all in one go.
I freaked out after I kissed her two years ago. I was half a second away from declaring my undying love when I had an image of what I’d be like as a boyfriend and I didn’t like it. I had never been a boyfriend before. I had made out with a number of different cheerleaders and a couple of girls from the tennis team because I’m a sucker for a girl in a short shirt. I also considered it practice so when I did get my chance with Jessie May I would be able to kiss the shit out of her. Which I totally did after she gave me a mental image of her losing her kissing virginity to Brett. There is no way in hell I was going to let that happen. Jessie May was my girl.
So right after I kissed her I played it off as me doing her a favor instead of telling her that was the best kiss I had ever had. Within a month I started dating Chrystal Chase, a cheerleader who had been after me for years, so I could practice being a boyfriend. I also knew she was easy so I could practice other things too since I was a virgin.
I wasn’t about to bed Jessie May being a no nothing virgin so I put up with Chrystal’s drama for about two years. I figured if I could do that dating Jessie May would be like a cakewalk.
What I wasn’t prepared for was that Jessie May started dating some douche bag baseball player. Payton Smith. They started to date in January our senior year. I was just about to break up with Chrystal and ask out Jessie May when this asshat comes strolling in acting like God’s gift to women. I had this whole romantic Valentine’s Day date planned and it went all to waste because he took her to the movies. The freaking movies. How fucking boring can you get?
They dated for three months before Jessie May started complaining about him instead of singing his praises like she originally did. He wanted to have sex and she didn’t. Thank God! My girl is a good girl after all.
One afternoon when I was in the locker room getting ready to hit the weights I heard the asshat going off with some buddy’s about fucking Jessie May. I’m not gonna lie and tell you I didn’t lose my mind and then kick his ass. I made him cry like a baby, admit that he didn’t fuck Jessie May and then I made him promise to break things off with her or I would make his life a living hell.
I walked out of the locker room that day and went straight to Chrystal and broke it off with her. I wasn’t going to wait for Jessie May anymore. I waited too long and now it’s my fault this asshat came into her life.
After I was able to peel Chrystal off me, let’s just say she threw herself at me trying to get me to change my mind, I went home and took a shower to get rid of her perfume which I never liked anyway. I prefer Jessie May’s perfume way more.
When I got to Jessie May’s house I didn’t find her in the garage working on a car like I thought I would. I found her in her bedroom crying.
“Jessie May?” I asked hesitantly. I hadn’t seen her cry since her mom died. It wasn’t pretty and it my chest hurt to see her upset.
When she heard me say her name she started sobbing even harder. I immediately crawled up on the bed with her and pulled her in my arms.
“What’s wrong honey?” I asked while I rubbed her back.
“Pay…Pay…Payton broke up with me.” She cried into my shirt.
Shit. She’s upset over the asshat?
“I didn’t think you liked him anymore because he was being a dick?”
“I didn’t but it was nice having a guy that was interested in me, you know? He’s the first guy that ever seemed interested in me. Now I just feel like a big ugly loser because I couldn’t even keep him interested until graduation! Oh my God! Freaking prom is this Saturday! I just spent a ridiculous amount of money on my dress.” She finished by throwing her arm toward her closet where a black garment bag was hanging.
“Don’t be upset over the asshat Jessie May. I’m taking you to prom.” I stated giving her a squeeze.
“I am NOT going to prom with you and Chrystal! I’d rather eat dog crap and stay home.”
Jessie May never did like Chrystal. I can’t blame her though Chrystal was an awful person.
“Don’t worry about Chrystal I broke up with her. It’ll just be me and you.”
At that announcement Jessie May raised her head and stared at me. Her eyes were red and wet.
“You broke up with Chrystal Chase?! When? Why?” She asked sitting all the way up on the bed now no longer crying.
“Just now before I came over. I’ve been meaning to do it now for a while. Do I really need a reason it’s not like she was a nice person.”
“No she wasn’t but you seemed to like all the sex,” Jessie May said smirking.
I just shrugged. The sex was… ok. Not like I had a lot of experience but kissing Jessie May was way better than anything Chrystal and I ever did together so I figured sex with Jessie May would be a hellava lot better. Not like I would be an asshat like Payton and try to guilt her into sleeping with me. I would let her decide when the time was right. I’m a gentleman after all.
“So you want to go to prom with me as friends since you broke up with your girlfriend the week before prom?”
“No.”
She looked at me all confused. “But you just said…”
God she was cute when she looked confused.
“I don’t want to go to prom with you as friends Jessie May. I want to go as your date.”
She scrambled up off the bed and put her hands on her hips and looked at me.
“So let me get this straight. You just so happen to break up with Chrystal the same day Payton breaks up with me and now you are asking me out on a date to our senior prom?”
After she finished talking she crossed her arms under her chest which made her boobs stand out. Damn my girl is hot when she is mad.
I swing my long legs off the bed and stand up next to her and place my hands on her shoulders.
“Yes.” She was being so cute she made me smile.
“What the hell Trey?!” She said punching me in the gut.
“Fuck!” I yell bending over from the force of the blow.
“Why Trey? Why are you wanting to go on a date with me? Do you think I’m easy or something now?!”
“What?! Jesus Jessie May you think the only reason I would be into you was because I only date easy girls?”
That kinda hurts.
“You’ve never dated a girl that wasn’t easy.” She said quietly.
Crap I never thought about what it would look like to her about the girls I would hang out with. Fuck I probably don’t look much better than Payton the asshat.
“I have only called one girl my girlfriend and that was Chrystal who happened to have already slept with two other guys before me. I had previously made out with a couple of girls but that is as far as that went. I am a teenage boy who was curious and if a girl was willing why not?”
Jessie May just rolled her eyes as a response.
“I want to go to prom with you Jessie May. I have always wanted to go to prom with you. You are the hottest girl I have ever seen and my best friend so please do me the honor of going to prom with me.”
At that she crinkled her nose and tilted her head and stared at me.
“Are you on drugs?” She asked.
Crap I feel like I’m not getting anywhere. I walk up to her and cup her face in my hands.
“Jessie May, I like you and I want to go to prom with you. No, forget that, I AM going to go to prom with you.”
Then I lean in and take the kiss I had been fantasying about since the last one we shared two years ago. God I could kiss this girl for forever. It doesn’t take long before she is kissing me back which makes our kiss become even hotter. Tongues battling. Teeth biting. God this is incredible and it takes everything out of me to pull back from her.
“Go to prom with me Jessie May.”
Her eyes are staring at my lips then she does something so sexy. She slowly draws her eyes up to mine and says the magic words. “Ok.”
Prom Night
Jessie May
I cannot believe how freaking nervous I was getting ready for prom. Everything in my life has changed since Trey said he wanted to date me. I thought maybe he was joking again like he did when he kissed me two years ago. So when I went to school the next day I was completely shocked when he came up behind me and grabbed my hand. Then during lunch he pulled me onto his lap and played with my hair in front of all his friends who of course gave him shit about it since that is what friends do and since I was his best friend I also gave him shit. Trey took it all in stride and didn’t get all pissy like Payton would have done.
After school Trey and I would make out in his truck for what felt like hours. It was amazing! Trey was the best kisser and even though I know he had a lot of practice I didn’t let that bother me. He never tried to push for more than kissing. However his hands did like to roam over my body but always stayed above my clothes. Also something Payton would get pissy about.
I was also pretty handsy when it came to our make out sessions. Trey had an amazing chest and very well defined six pack abs that I was a little obsessed with touching.
We did a LOT of kissing this week. Best week of my life.
Trey was due to pick me up in five minutes and I’m losing my mind. What if he hates my dress that I spent so much money on, or what if he doesn’t like what I’ve done with my hair?
Ugg.
I freaking loved my dress. It had a gold halter top with sparkly gold sequins all over it and the bottom half of the gown was made of black satin. My hair, which is normally super wavy, has been straightened and I pulled the top half back and pinned it. I went with light eyeshadow on my eyes and red lips. I thought everything looked really good together but I was really worried about what Trey was going to think. I’m not really good at the whole dressing up thing so I was just working off things I saw in girly magazines.
“Jessie May! Trey’s here!” My grandpa’s voice yelled down the hallway.
“Don’t be nervous. Don’t be nervous. Don’t be nervous.” I whispered to my reflection in the mirror.
I grabbed my black beaded bag and headed down the hallway. As soon as I entered the living room I felt electricity surge through my body. Trey’s eyes scanned my entire body from top to bottom. It felt as if minutes passed and no one said a word.
“Well Jessie May you struck the boy speechless which is sayin’ something since the boy never shuts up.” My grandpa stated. “Trey she’s your responsibility. I expect to see her in her bed by the time I wake up.” Then he slapped Trey hard on the back and walked out the back door, probably to go to the barn to work on a car.
“Well it sounds like we have all night,” Trey finally spoke with his cocky grin in place.
I just rolled my eyes and started toward the door.
I felt Trey’s large hand grab my elbow and he spun me around and he kissed me hard. He then broke the kiss and stared into my eyes.
“I never thought you could get even more beautiful.” He said causing my heart to flutter. Then he dropped his forehead to mine and said, “I was wrong.”
Prom was amazing. We danced, we kissed and later that night we made love under the stars in the back of his truck out by the old mill. My life was perfect. I thought Trey was my forever, then a week after graduation he was gone and all I was left with was a note.