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Chapter 1: The start of my story

'Life is perfect right now' I think to myself as I ponder out the window, taking in the beautiful greenery of the trees as we're driving in the late evening to watch the sunset on the beach. Nothing can get better than my best friends surrounding me, Lane driving, Erin riding shotgun, and me and Emerson in the backseat. I turn my head the slightest bit to the left take in the sight of my friends, laughing, signing along to whatever is playing on the radio, and windows down with wind rushing through our hair.

"Rem? You good?" Emerson asked me, I turn completely to my left to see him staring at me with a slightly concerned look. "Perfect." I reply, with a smile forming on my face. 'He's everything I want and more' I ponder to myself, looking back to my right to watch the waves fold over one another.

I question to myself...if I want to tell Emerson how I feel about him today. I mean we've been best friends since we were 8 and were 15 now, that's a 7 year crush. I once read somewhere if a crush last longer than a year then your in love, no way I could be in love...but maybe it's possible.

Not realizing I had made my focus back to him he whispers to me, "I know I'm pretty, but you don't have to make it that noticeable." He told me in a cocky manner. I break out of my trance and give him a glare with a sigh, "Shut up! I was just staring off into space." I snap back. "Sure you were button." He responded back, I blushed and turned away covering my mouth with my hand.

My friends called me button, because when I was younger I played softball, and my teammates called me button when I was up to bat. He went to every single one of my games, he cheered me on every-time, and sat behind home plate when I was catcher. He always took me to get ice cream afterwards, wether I won or not, he always told me I was his number one. 

Before I know it we come to a stop as I hear Lane put the car in park. I reach my hand up and open my door, I step out and stretch, which causes me to retract myself and hold my ribs, in effect of how badly my dad beat me last night. Emerson notices the way I grab myself and asks if I'm ok, "Remi are you ok??" He asked in a concerning matter, "Completely fine, just caught myself on the door." I reply instantly, lying of course. I grab my blanket from inside the car that I was wrapped in, and I grab the basket of towels and beach blankets we all gathered the night before.

I use my back to shut my door and walk over to the front of the car with everyone else and ask, "We ready?" Most nod in agreement and Erin reply's with, "I'm so ready! I just want to cuddle Lane!!" For context Lane and Erin have been dating for the past 2 months, things have been going really smoothly for them! "I hope I get to take cute photos of you two together!" I ask Wren obviously knowing the answer is yes, "Of course wife!" She replied, me and her have an inside joke only us four will understand, the joke is that me and Erin are wife's, we're straighter than a board but we always joked about it. We're not sure when it happened but it did!

We all head toward the beach gate and all of us carrying something, I have the blankets, Wren has the snacks, Emmett (Emerson) was holding a bag me and Erin brought along that has extra clothes and hair brush etc. , and Lane was carrying whatever he brought...no one really knew what it was.

We set our stuff down semi far from the water but still close we were within feet of it. I grabbed a beach blanket from the basket and layed it down for Wren and Lane, then I grabbed one hoping Emmett would share with me. I grabbed the blanket I was wrapped up in in the car and layed down on the blanket as Lane and Wren cuddle close together and shared a loving quick kiss before settling and getting ready for the sun to come up. Emerson decided after he took a drink of water he would come lay under my blanket with me after he saw I was cold, "Hey button." I rolled my eyes as Emmett layed down with me, he felt so warm compared to my cold skin, he gave me goosebumps when he brushed up against me.