As Cheyenne Brown woke up the morning she was leaving for Italy with her best friend, she gave a slight yawn and ran a hand through her long, messy brown hair. She rolled over and after a few minutes of stretching, she eventually stood up and changed into and comfortable pair of black yoga pants and a turquoise tank top. Although it was just the beginning of summer, it was still super hot for Cheyenne. After making sure she had everything packed, she dialed her best friend Noah's number and pressed call, holding the phone up to her ear. She had to admit, her and Noah didn't always get along... Actually, they rarely got along. They had a few things in common, but not much. They were what most people would consider complete opposites. That was okay though, because although they never really got along, they always stuck up for each other and protect each other. They had always been best friends, and even when they hated each other, they loved each other. . .