Five years ago, Justin's POV:

I walked down the stairs of my house and opened the front door.

There was a huge truck parked in the driveway of the house across the street.

There was a family moving in!

I wonder if there's a boy my age in the new family.

I felt someone's hands on my shoulders, and looked up into the eyes of my mother.

"Justin," she said, "there's a little girl over there. She's your age, and she's new. Do you want to meet her?"

I nodded, and let my mother guide me across the street, and over to the family standing on the front porch.

As we approached, the two adults, and an extra pair of feet turned around and smiled at us.

"Hi! We live across the street. I'm Pattie, and this is my son, Justin. I noticed you have a daughter around his age, so I thought I'd bring him over."

I didn't see the girl at first, but then she emerged from behind her mother's legs.

She was one of the prettiest girls I'd ever seen.

Being only ten years old, I haven't seen that many girls . . . but out of the ones I know, she was now the prettiest.

I smiled at her, and waved. She blushed and hid herself behind her mother again.

"Well, that's very nice of you. I'm Silvia, this is my husband Jay, and my daughter, Miranda."

Hm, Miranda . . . I thought to myself.

"Justin, why don't you show Miranda around?"

Silvia grabbed Miranda's hand and pulled her over toward me.

"That's a great Idea. Go ahead Miranda!"

Her dark skin made her shine in the sunlight, and her dark curls surrounded her little face.

"Okay," she said to her mother, as she walked closer to me.

"Come on," I said to her, "I'll let you meet my friends."

I looked over at her and she smiled wide. "All right."

Three years later, still Justin's POV:

"Hey, Ryan, have you seen Miranda today?" I looked over at him, and he shook his head.

"Nope, why?"

We were sitting by the pond near our neighborhood. Miranda was supposed to meet us here ten minutes ago. She's never late.

Chaz walked up behind us and leaned against the bench. "Where's Miranda?"

"Obviously not here." I spat at him.

There was a rustling to our right, and we all looked over to see who was there.

"Hey guys." Miranda walked slowly over to us. Her head was bent over, and her hood was up. She spoke quietly.

I stood. "Hey, what happened? You're never this late."

She shook her head. "Nothing. I just took the long way today."

She hugged me, then the others, and sat down on the bench.

I sat down close beside her and placed my arm around her shoulder. "Miranda, seriously, what's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now."

"Tell us!" Chaz exclaimed.

Miranda sighed and brought her knees up to her chest, pushing me away.

"You guys, I'm moving away . . ."

I felt the stiff silence right after she finished her sentence.

Ryan finally broke the silence. "When? Where?"

She shook her head and placed her head onto her knees. "Don't worry, I'm staying for the rest of the summer. But when school starts back, I won't be here anymore."

I felt like crying. "Why?"

"My mom got some new job. Again. She got transferred three years ago, so that's why we moved here. But now she's being transferred again. To . . . Virginia."

"Miranda, that's in a different country."

I slapped Chaz in the arm and gave him a look. "You're not helping Chaz."

He rubbed his arm and rolled his eyes.

Her shoulders were shaking, and I could here her sniffling.

"Come on Miranda, don't cry . . ." I pulled her close to me, but it was no use. She was full out sobbing now.

I looked at the guys, and Ryan sat down on the other side of her. Chaz squeezed her shoulders from behind.

I didn't know what else to do, so we all just held her like that.

The end of the summer.

Miranda's father closed the trunk of the moving van, and called out to Miranda and Silvia to hurry up. They were supposed to be in Virginia in two days.

The guys already said goodbye, and went off to do something else. I knew they cared, they just didn't know how to express it.

Miranda was pale and extremely quiet as she walked over to me. She stared into my eyes, and then squeezed me as hard as she could.

"I'm going to miss you Justin. I really am." I squeezed her back just as hard, and I let a few tears fall. Miranda wasn't crying; she'd completely run out of tears.

The week after she found about moving, she was like a broken faucet.

"I'm gonna miss you too, M." I made a quick glance at her mother, and she looked sad.

Miranda isn't talking to her parents. Especially her mother. Whenever they tried to talk to her, she either ignored them, or left the house and came knocking on my front door.

Then I remembered the necklace I bought her as a going-away present. It was her favorite color, green.

"Here, I got you something." I pulled her around to the side of her now sold house, and pulled out the necklace.

"Turn around." I told her. Then I clasped it around her neck, and fixed her hair back into place.

She held the big, silver letter connected to the chain in her hand.

"J?" She asked. "Does the "J" stand for Justin?" I nodded and she smiled.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked me in the eyes. Then, she kissed me.

I was shocked, but I covered it up with a smile. "What was that for?" I asked.

"I just wanted to give you something to remember me by."

"Miranda, come on! We have to go."

Miranda rolled her eyes at the sound of her dad's voice, and grimaced.

"Goodbye Justin."

I pulled her back and hugged her one more time. "I'll never forget you Miranda. Not ever. Just remember, you can always call me if you want to talk. I gave you my home number, remember?"

She nodded, and another tear fell down her face. "Oh, and here."

She pulled out a piece of paper, and placed it into my hand.

"That's my new address, and my new home number. Please don't lose it."

She looked into my eyes deeply.

"I won't. I promise."

I grabbed her hand and led her to the moving van. She got inside and I closed the door behind her.

She placed her hands onto the window, and I placed my hands over hers.

Her mother tried to hug me, but I just pulled away quickly. She seemed hurt, but so was I.

"Bye." I muttered to Silvia. I didn't even look at her dad.

As they drove off, Miranda didn't look back. I watched after her as she headed off of this road, and onto a new one. The road to her new life.

My mother placed her hands on my shoulders. "Everything'll be okay Justin. She'll be fine."

I just shook her off and stormed into my house.

Now I couldn't even look across the street without shedding a tear.