...nd it still hurt like hell when she remembered him. She liked Mr. Fenton. She had hoped that he would be their to Dance with her at her wedding to Danny.
She blushed when she thought about her best friend. She stood up and dusted herself off. She put her hand on the stone and put her left hand though her hair. She loved Danny and she wanted to be there for him, but so far she hadn't been in contact with him.
"Yo Sam You think he's coming in today?" came a voice from the left of her. Same turned and found the rich voice had come from Tucker.
Tucker had shot up over the last year. He now stood at 6'2", bald fade, a mustache and gotee, and brown eyes. He wore a white long sleeve button up shirt, a yellow vest, a blue tie, and blue church pants, and high tops. Around his neck was a set of bog tags.
Sam walked over to Tucker and gave him a small hug. "I don't know. He would have been here by now," said Sam.
Tucker put a hand on shoulder. " Sam he's tough. He's not a baby," said Tucker.
Sam shuck his hand off of her shoulder and tightly grabbed the skull head. "Remember we promised to be there for each other! And we weren't there for him! That's what we promised when we got these pendants!" yelled Sam.
Tucker narrowed his eyes behind his glasses....