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"Bye Shannon! I'm going to miss you so much! Love you!"

"Bye, Imogen! I'm going to miss you too! We'll Skype a lot, okay? Love you!"

"Okay."

Shannon and I pull our hug apart and I watch her board the plane back to Florida.

"Bye Imogen, it was really nice meeting you. I'll keep in touch, I promise."

"Bye Jordan, it was great meeting you too. And great, hopefully you do."

A quick side hug was given and I watched Jordan board the plane to Australia.

"Bye Imogen! I'm gonna miss having you around, you're great! Hopefully we can all do a My Digital Escape video with you!"

"That sounds amazing! I'm going to miss you too, Bryan! Bye! Text me!"

Bryan gives me a giant bear hug before boarding the plane that'll take him back to LA.

"Bye Imogen. I uh, look I'm sorry things didn't-"

"Johnnie, it's fine. Things didn't work out. But hey, you're an amazing person and a great friend. Having you here was great."

Johnnie gave me a quick hug and a small side smile, and then followed Bryan's path towards the plane.

"Oh, bye Alex!" I call after Alex while she was boarding the place back to El Paso.

She turned to look at me, rolled her eyes, then walked away.

My gosh, she's so nice, it literally hurts.

Not!

Kyle turned to look at me.

"Hey, you wanna go eat?  I'm starving."

"Sure."

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"Imogen, I'm sorry, okay? I was acting stupid. If I ruined your chance with Johnnie, I'm sorry. I really am."

"You didn't ruin it. It's just... Well why would you FaceTime us with Avery? The girl is like, out to get me!"

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine. It's not your fault Johnnie and I didn't work out. It just... uh... Didn't work."

"What do you mean?"

"Well he lives in Los Angeles, which is literally thousands of miles away. I would never be able to see him. And honestly, I would rather cut it off now that I'm not too attached to the idea of, you know, us. If I cut it off later, it would be too hard for me."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense." Kyle says with a sigh, and then takes a left turn into In-n-Out Burger.

Once inside, we head straight to order, already knowing what we want.

"Can I have a number one with no onions, please?" I ask the girl at the cashier.

"Yes ma'am!" She replies back.

"Can I have an uh, a, a number one with no onions, please?" Kyle asks the girl at the cash register.

"Okay. Would you like an extra side of fries for that?" The girl asks Kyle.

"Uh no, but can I have an extra side of you for that?" Kyle replies. And the girl blushes and we walk off to sit at a table.

My insides are doing backflips and front flips and cartwheels and everything else I don't know how to do.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I tell Kyle.

"Don't forget to wash your hands." He tells me sarcastically. I just roll my eyes and walk to the bathroom.

I walk into the empty bathroom, walked into the first stall I saw, locked the door, and cried. And cried. And cried for a VERY long time.

I had feelings for Kyle. I can't deny it, there's no way. And I can't get over him. I tried, and it didn't work.

What if you just tell him? Ya'll are here. Ya'll are alone. Tell him you like him. Tell him that you don't like Johnnie. Tell him why you went out with him. Tell him why Avery and you aren't friends. Tell. Him. Everything.

I got up, wiped the tears off of my eyes, and looked at myself in the mirror. I made sure I looked, well, more presentable than I did before, and walked out.

"Hey Imogen, were you crying? What happened? What did Johnnie say? Oh my god I'm going to kill him." Kyle says as soon as I sit at the table.

"No, it wasn't Johnnie."

"Then what was it?" He asks, looking genuinely concerned.

"Look I'm just going to say it, okay?" I say.

"Order number 94 is ready!" A guy speaks over the intercom.

I close my eyes.

"Kyleilikeyoubutimafraidyoudontlikemeimeanionlydatedjohnniebecauseiwantedtogetoveryouandaveryandiarentfriendsbecausesheknewilikedyouandshestillwentoutwithyouimsorry." I say rapidly and them opened my eyes.

Kyle wasn't in front of me.

"Sorry i had to get up before you said what you were gonna say but our order was ready and I had to get it." Kyle says as he puts the tray with two burgers on our table. "What were you gonna say?"

"Nothing." I say as I see the cashier's number written on Kyle's burger wrapping.