What the hell was I thinking? Jen was beating herself up as she laid in his bed staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck all over the ceiling. The apartment was a quintessential stoner pad, complete with Dead posters and a black lamp. Josh had rolled over and fallen asleep, and she was stuck with her thoughts of remorse, and of Tom. The mixed tape played in the background, Boys II Men really laid it on thick. Tom never liked that kind of music, whiny wusses he'd probably say. She was laying in another guy's bed and all she could think of was Tom. Her mom insisted a long distance relationship at her their age was a bad idea. If things were meant to be for you, you'll find your way back to each other. Ugh. Jen actually bought it. At least she talked herself into believing her mom was right. She thought she wanted to be with Tom forever, but they were so young. How could she possibly know if she was right? It broke Tom's heart, but he reluctantly agreed to let her see other people. It was the only way he could be sure to hold on at all. His willingness to have a sort of relationship instead of none at all should have been the telltale sign he was the one. Now she was here. Pizza, a couple of bong hits, and a romp in the sack led her right back to where she started. Staring at the stars hopelessly in love with her high school sweetheart. Shit. Now what?
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