Never was the one to like Daniel, but I wish I did. How perfect would it be if we liked each other. But I couldn't bring myself to. It was merely a friendship with a bond no one could rip apart. Not even Allie. But without her, it wasn't the same. But I had other friends. Tony, Jenn, Max, Rilee, Ashley, and Daniel were at Starbucks being stupid. There was a distinct hole without Allie. I remember when I introduced Dillan to my group of friends how much they loved him. He suddenly was a part of the group. When I had to tell them that he didn't want anything to do with me, I felt like I ruined it all. Without Dillan, we got used to it. Nobody mentioned him again. We were "we" without him. But without Allie, she'd been there forever. Everyone pretended not to notice. We talked of everything as usual. Inside jokes and "remember when" laughing and loving. Third grade, when we met. And fifth grade when Max got cancer and we were so scared. But to happier times when I used to date a lot, before I became known as "the independant." Before Tony was "the romantic" of us all. Before Jenn fell in love with Max. Before Max was "the rebel" before Rilee admitted she was bisexual and known as "the model." And before Ashley admitted her father beat her, once. Before she was known as "the tough one." Before Daniel's heart got ripped out of his chest, and when several girls attempted to clean up the mess because they wanted him. Somehow, we were all different but connected. I choked on my vanilla bean frappachino from laughing so hard.