After two moths of despair, Fin gave up hope that Reef would return. He never called.

She combed her hair into a high ponytail to apply new makeup to her smudgy face. The new semester was calling and she wanted to ditch the old 'i lost the love of my life' look. She shook her hair out and straighten it quickly. She pulled on a tight purple long sleeved shirt and skinny faded blue jeans. She pulled on her favorite furless uggs and a soft slouchie light blue beanie. She glanced in the mirror and she smiled that she finally was up and living once again.

She kicked her car to life and minutes later, she was in the parking lot. She yanked her backpack out of the trunk and slammed it shut. She sauntered happily to her new first period into a room with paint brushes and paintings. She looked around and saw a long line of stools and one with a sticky note that said Fin. She slide over the stool and set her backpack down. She tucked her hair around her ear and looked around. A few post-Reef friends strutted in and she smiled to few.

She saw a pair of bround shoulders adowned by dark redish brown hair. Her hair beat started up quickly and she coughed, trying to get his attention. It wasn't him. He turned around and flashed a small smile. He had a spray of freckles against his tan face. He looked at a pale yellow sheet on the cabnets and scanned the stools. Apparently, his name is Stephen and his green eyes looked like oceans with too much algae. He smiled and slide over the stool next to her. "Hi," He said with a deep voice. "I'm Stephen." He smiled. She smiled back, "I'm Fin." She blushed.

"Fin." He grinned, "Cool name," He flashed his pearly whites. She felt her stomach churn and relized she loved that feeling. "So...what persued you to take art?" She tried.

She grinned, "Easy A," She admitted. He laughed lightly but whole heartedly.

A short teacher with tight curly black hair and pale skin waddled into the room. "Hello!" She raved with a Boston accent.

After going on about the basics of drawing, sketching and painting, the bell rang. Fin grabbed her bag and sauntered to the door. She quickly turned back and Stephen was walking to her. "Who do you have next?" She asked with a smug smile. He smiled back brightly, charmingly he said, "Mrs. Harrisberg, and you?" He said smoothly. She smiled eagerly, "Same!" She kept herself from jumping up quickly and he followed her to her room. "Just a warning for hear say," She said turning to him before walking into the room, "You will be bombarded with questions and she is very...happy for a teacher." She assumed together.

Stephen smiled widly, "Cool," He nodded and they walked in as the bell rang. A tall man in a bow tie glared at them, "Interesting..." He laughed loudly. She sighed and sat down next to an empty desk which he happily sunk into. "My name is Mr. Spinelli." He nodded as he wrote it on the board. "Mrs. Harrisberg is sick and she will be back soon. She left you all workbooks so it will be a medium level of volume, ok?" He smiled and passed out large workbooks. She flipped it open to the page that was written in a weak chalk line on the board and glanced over to Stephen who was already working diligently. The teacher folded his hands and closed his eyes and reclined in his chair. After 15 minutes of silence, snors trailed from his mouth.

Immediatly, the class spun into the direction of their peers and instantly began talking. A figure tapped her shoulder and she turned around to her friend Megan. "Hey! You're up and alive!!" She laughed loudly.

She sat down next to Fin but Fin was distracted by Megan's shirt. It had a surf board on it and said "Surfs Up Brah." She smiled and thought of Reef. She thought of the time when he gave her flowers and she broke out with hives. She snapped back to the real world and felt a warm presence next to her, she turned her head slightly and saw Stephen smiling flirtaciously to Megan. Fin sighed in defeat and burried her head in her arms.

Reef pulled over a clean white tshirt that smelled like Fin's girly fragrance that she would always wear in the summer. He sighed and slid the keys off of his dresser into his grasp. He drove slowly to school and parked as soon as the bell chimed.

Reef slouched tiredly in his chair and looked around the room. Ever since he left Fin, everything was falling apart. No surfing for months, failing classes, loss of appetite which was concerning his slightly less than the void that was crowded into his chest. He laid his head down as his classmates started blabbering. "Hey Reef," came a velvet voice. He peeked up and a girl with long straight brown hair smiled. Her neon tshirt and her light blue jeans were all to bright for him, "Hey Ang." He looked up at her then away. Her hair was dangling in her face until she tucked it slowly behind her ears. "So, what's up?" She smiled cheekily. "Nothing." He said boredly. A short pudgy man hustled into the room, "Students please be seated!" He echoed a few times.

The class leveled down to normal murmurs and the teacher sighed. "We have a new student!" He exclaimed, Reef moaned quietly. He hated new students ever since he left Fin.

"She comes all the way from Canada! Class, please welcome, Fin." Mr. Krasty smiled loudly. Reef's head flipped and there stood Reef in a big white surfing t-shirt and white shorts. To him, she looked like an angel. "Fin!" He yelled. "Reef!" She exclaimed and ran to him leaping into his arms. The class stared and wooed in laughter. The bell screamed and everyone ditched the moment to flea to lunch. She didn't let go or move. "What are you doing here?" He whispered. She giggled quietly, "What can I say, we can't be apart for long."