Author's note:
Welcome to my new story everyone. I'm currently figuring out Everything's Changing with some help from a really amazing friend, you know who you are :) Well, I don't know if this is complete rubbish or what but let me know.
Emily xoxo
I said I would come back, here I am
Flashback: (6 years ago)
"Why?" My best friend Dallas asked for the millionth time.
"I have to, Dally, I need to get away from Tulsa for a while." I said looking down at the floor of the bar.
"But move all the way across the country, for what, Kate?" He asked his ice blue eyes boring into mine.
"I'm sick of all the drama here, I'll come back, I promise you, you are my best friend and I refuse to forget about you. Please don't get locked up for too long because I'll be back before you know it." I said with tears in my eyes. This is really it; I'm leaving Tulsa and getting away from all this nonsense.
"Fine, whatever, I don't even care." He said.
"Yeah, ok, don't change too much either, I like ya the way you are." I joked ruffling his blonde hair.
"All right, fine, goodbye Katherine." He said.
"Goodbye Dallas Winston." I said and walked out not knowing that I would not see him for six whole years.
Present day.
I pushed the last of my stuff into the trunk of the beat up car and struggled to shut it. I have to find him. I thought. Tulsa, Oklahoma here I come. I thought and started the car. I pulled onto the tarred road and stepped on the gas, I had always had a really bad case of led foot. I thought back to the day I left Dallas six years ago, I was only thirteen. Back then I was flat chested, had dingy blonde hair and ugly hazel eyes and no sense of fashion, now I am nineteen, full chested, my blonde hair lightened by multiple hours of direct sunlight, and a new sparkle of life in my hazel eyes and I was fashion obsessed. I was really into leather and denim skirts. The wind whipped my hair in back of me as I blasted the new Beatles song. Goodbye, California, I hope you'll miss me.
Several hours later I pulled up to the all too familiar bar, Buck Merrill's the infamous party house of the East side of town. I turned off the car and opened the door and stood up in my heels, I adjusted my denim skirt and pulled my leather jacket closer to me as I walked up the front steps to Buck's. I opened the old screen door and I smiled as nothing had changed. I walked up to the bar and ran my hand along the wooden top. I took a seat and looked at the bartender; Buck was his name of course. He had put some years on but he didn't look all that different. "Hello, there, pretty lady, can I get you something to drink?" He asked.
"Buck Merrill, it's nice to see you haven't changed at all." I said.
"What?" He asked confused taking a shot from his own personal bottle of vodka.
"You don't remember me? I'm hurt." I said holding a hand to my heart.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"I'm Katherine Andrews, better known as Kate." I said.
"Whoa, you're not Kate, as in Dally's Kate?" He asked.
"I'd like to think I'm my own Kate who was best friends with Dallas, where is ol' Winston?" I asked.
"He ought to be somewhere around here." He said scanning his bar.
"Don't find him, let him find me, and I'll take a beer please." I said batting my eyelashes.
"Anything for you, what brought you back here? How long has it been?" He asked.
"It's been six years and I told Dallas I'd come back and I really missed him, I hope he's missed me." I said.
"Kate, he missed you for about six months, he got over it." He said handing me a beer.
"Well, hopefully he hasn't forgotten about me." I said opening the beer and taking a swig.
"I'm sure he hasn't forgotten but just a warning Dallas has changed a lot since when you were here last." He said.
"How so?" I asked.
"You'll see, just drink your beer." He said. I turned around and scanned the room for those familiar ice blue eyes and blonde hair. I smiled as my eyes connected with his eyes and I scanned his devilish face. Buck was right, he had changed, a lot; he looked a lot colder it was almost like he had a hard edge to him. He had aged little but he had gotten a muscular build. He sauntered over to me and I got excited, he remembers me. I thought.
"Hey, gorgeous, what brings you here?" He asked checking me out.
"You mean, you don't remember me?" I asked.
"Nope, did I have a one night stand with you? I swear I was going to call you, I just lost your house phone number." He said smirking.
"Dallas Winston, how could you forget?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, baby; I mean you would think I'd remember someone as beautiful as you." He said pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"You've changed the one thing you promised me you wouldn't do." I said.
"I don't know what you're talking about, you're fucking crazy!" He yelled in my face.
"Let's see, you've developed a temper, you got way too attractive, you don't remember me, from what it looks like you're a fucking man whore, and you've got that cool new cold edge to you." I said.
"Remember what? I've never seen you in my life before you crazy bitch!" He said.
"Dallas Winston, I would like to tell you a story, six years and two months ago from today I told you that I was leaving. You were a very nice reckless boy, sure you were mean to everyone but me and you had just moved here from New York, you were my best friend. We spent our day stealing smokes from that corner store. We got drunk together; you took my virginity one drunken night. I was flat chested and ugly and I was a tom boy for sure. We fought together, you hated every guy that joked about me you were the most important person of my life and now you've forgotten all about me." I said staring into his ice blue eyes the whole time. The ice blue eyes that used to have some emotion were now cold hard and frozen.
"Kate." He said confusion crossing his face.
"There you go, Dallas, remember me now?" I asked raising an eyebrow.