Part 2: Work N' Progress Junior year brought its fair share of ups and downs, most of which completely unrealted to the girl i'd pensively referred to as "the one". Looking back its almost absurd how a span of mere months became the anchor for most of my actions and mannerisms during that time. I made some of my closest friends that year, and none of them had any idea what my main focus was during that time. Those notebooks i'd made in her honor were hidden deep in my bag and nobody dared go that deep. The persona I developed became one of advice, understanding and compassion. I became a rock for all others to stand upon as they looked out upon the wary and open sea of their own relationships, all the while hiding under the surface that I was facing the same problems they were. It seems that the world is a lot easier to judge when the consequences were not mine to bear. And so i faced the world as the man undaunted and untouched by the problems of love. The exact and utter opposite of how I felt inside had became my outward definition. One thing junior year did bring was the parties. And at one of these parties began the meat of the story, the reason i've sat down with a pen and decided to tell you everything up to now. This party developed over a wonderful, beautiful week in october consisting of clear skies, fair weather and the additional perk of being a week off of school. My best friend, Scott, was to celebrate the first official vacation his parents had ever taken that he was exempt from. The apple, as they say, was ripe to be picked. The apple being the house, and forty or fifty of our closes friends being the starving orchard workers ready to do some picking.