He picked me up from home. I had changed into another cute, black skirt, it came up to my knees. Underneath I wore white leggings that stopped midway between my knee and my ankle. I wore a long-sleeved see-through black blouse with a dark purple tank-top under it. I left my hair down. It was still kind of curly, but softer than it was this morning. I pulled a dark purple hat over my head. As I did, something caught my eye. On my wrist, still as beautiful as it was back when he gave it to me, was the heart bracelet with our initials in it.

I shook my head and unclasped it. I placed it on my bedside table. I wouldn't want to lose it.

But back to right now, Junghwa-oppa was looking at me worriedly. Sometimes, he would glance back to the road, but then he'd look back at me. "Is everything alright? Is it that guy again? Is that why you've been crying?"

"How did you know I was crying?" I asked. I thought I had made sure I erased all evidence of it. "Is it obvious?" I pulled down the sun visor to look at myself in the mirror. I turned my head from side to side.

"No, it's not obvious. I was paying too much attention." he told me, laughing.

"Oh."

"So, was it because of him?" he asked.

"A little bit." I said.

"What's the deal with you two anyway?" he asked.

"Just friends. Or, I... I don't even know anymore." I said sadly.

"Confusing? I know how that feels."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I have exgirlfriends, you know."

I laughed. "Yeah, I know. How many now? T