Walking along this beach you can almost feel the energy left over from their epic night. Like a crime scene investigator you walk along discovering a bit more every step. An old bonfire that once burned so high the ambers turned into stars. You can almost hear the crackles morph into the cackles of young Sarlacc’s laugh as she watched upon Peaches and Allie play egg toss. The warmth of the fire still emitting from the sand covered in the footsteps of young america. The imprint of a blanket being the only untouched patch where young couple of the year Angie and JTT shared their first monumental kiss. This was their night. All of them, down upon the beach…together. Because the next time they see sky it will be over a different town, the next time they take a test it will be in some other school. Their parents want what’s best for them, but right now they got to do what’s right for them. Because its their time. Their time! Up there. Down here, on the beach, it’s our time. It’s our time down here.