We'll Always Have Summer (Summer, #3)

by Jenny Han

He was the first boy I ever kissed. He was my best friend. More and more, I understood. This was the way it was supposed to be. He was the one. My one.

You and Jere have known each other for, like, a grillion years. It’s meant to be.” “How long is a grillion years?” “It’s forever.” In the air she spelled out my initials. “B.C. + J.F. forever.” “Forever,” I echoed happily. Forever I could do. Me and Jere.

Before the night was over, I said, “This is one of my top moments.” He said, “Mine too.”