"You shouldn't be out here," Libby said as she sat down next to Sheen. "You're one of the best men. You should be in there with your boys."

His hair shot out in every direction and his tie had come undone. He had a lit cigarette in one hand. Libby was looking equally burnt out from Jimmy and Cindy's wedding day. Her lipstick had rubbed off during dinner and her corsage had wilted.

"I was gonna go in and do some shots with Bolbi," Sheen said, avoiding Libby's gaze. "Gotta have some fun tonight and that foreign kid can drink!"

"If you danced with me, that might be fun," Libby said softly as she took Sheen's hand. "I owe you one."

"What for?" he asked, wriggling his hand free from hers.

"Once again you stood up for me," she said, taking his hand again and lacing her fingers between with his. "I met a lot of guys since I left and not one of them would've done for me what you did tonight."

"Carl told me everything. I had to set things straight," Sheen said with a shrug before Libby's last sentence fazed him. He looked at her with an upraised eyebrow. "A lot of guys? Like how many?"

"So what have you been up to these past five years?" Libby asked cheerfully, trying to change the subject. She ran her fingers through his hair.

He looked away from her and took a drag on his cigarette. "Drugs," he said with a small laugh. "Lots of drugs. Baby girl, I was a mess without you. But I don't do that anymore. Man, if you thought I was twitchy as a kid, you should've seen me then."

"We had some fun times when we were kids," Libby sighed with a slight smile on her face. She rested her head on his shoulder. "Remember the first time we made out?"

"Yeah, in the backseat of the rocket while Jimmy and Cindy were arguing and Carl was being sick," Sheen responded, then flicked the butt of his cigarette off in the distance. "Remember that time your mom kicked you out of the house because you wouldn't break up with me like she wanted?" He joked.

Sheen reminding Libby of such a frightening time in her life startled her. She punched him in the arm out of a touch of anger.

"That wasn't funny," She said through clenched teeth. "I was sixteen. I was so scared."

He rubbed his arm. "And where was I?" he snapped, pretending to be insulted. "I was right there by your side the whole time."

"Until you broke up with me," she scoffed. "What about prom night? Where were you then?"

He couldn't reply. Sheen stared down at his shoes. He had always thought Libby was over him; but for the first time in his life, Sheen felt guilty for leaving her.

"I had to go to prom with Carl," she said, with a little laughter returning to her voice as her temper cooled.

"Did he score?" He teased.

"Eww," Libby giggled, nudging Sheen. "No!"

He turned and looked into her dazzling brown eyes and kissed her. It was just as sweet as the first time they had kissed. They were frisky teenagers all over again; not the jaded twenty-somethings they had become. It was like nothing had ever changed between them.

"You got your tongue pierced!" Libby squeaked after they broke apart from their kiss.

Sheen grinned. "You like?"

"I like," she replied with a smile; wrapping her arms around him. "And I still like you."

"Like?" he said as he lifted her up off the ground and whirled her around. "Libby, I never stopped loving you.