Approximate ages: April, Beau and Tyler are 25, Summer is 24.
It got tiring, and it got lonesome, never getting the chance to settle in, make friends, establish new hook-up buddies, never knowing when it was going to happen or why. Most people couldn't understand what was happening to them -- it hadn't happened to them before. They didn't believe in it. And yet every time they transferred, they went together. April and Beau. Beau and April. At least they had that.
The worst thing they could have done was try to have a relationship together.
"No," Tyler said, blunt and definite.
"Does he want you to send a message or something?"
"Then why are you here?"
Really, April should have known better. She knew herself well enough and she'd known Beau since forever. Now, she didn't even know where he lived. It was her fault, probably. It was a cry for familiarity, a new dimension and he was with her. She wanted closeness and he thought she meant something else. She's not cut out for that kind of commitment.
She didn't have a wedding dress, and he only had a suit he wore for graduation, but they had all of their hopes for the best, a couple of standard wedding rings, and he bought her flowers at a local shop. They were going to be happy if he had to chart the course of the universe himself. If he could, he would. This time.