Hey ppls! Thanx for checkin out my fic. Check out my other stories too if you can. I was listening to this song late one night and I came up with the idea for this song-fic. yeah...I love yellowcard hehe

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket it belongs to Natsuki Takaya and I also do not own the song One year six months. The song belongs to the band Yellowcard. WOOT YELLOWCARD!

He was walking on the street thinking of nothing in particular when he saw her. There she was, walking on the other side of the street, holding a few bags of groceries.

Sew this up with threads of reason and regret
So I will not forget. I will not forget
How this felt one year six months ago
I know I cannot forget. I cannot forget

It had been exactly one year and six months since the day that she had to leave, the day she left the house. He stared at the girl as she continued walking down the street oblivious to the people around her.

I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you

He noticed her arms getting tired from the bags of groceries. He went over to her and offered to carry her bags to wherever she lived. Being the person who she was, the girl agreed.

I can tell that you don't know me anymore
It's easy to forget, sometimes we just forget
And being on this road is anything but sure
Maybe we'll forget, I hope we don't forget

They arrived at her apartment complex and he followed her upstairs to her apartment door. Two girls opened the door and looked at him curiously but took the bags from him as they greeted their friend. As he walked away, memories of them together, walking to school, on the roof, in the woods or in the house, swam through his mind.

I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you

'I can't believe it's been one year and six months...' he thought. He walked home and as he approached the house he climbed onto the roof. Laying in his normal spot in his normal position, he thought about her and the day she left. The early night wind ruffled through his orange hair.

So many nights, legs tangled tight
Wrap me up in a dream with you
Close up these eyes, try not to cry
All that I've got to pull me through is memories of you
Memories of you
Memories of you
Memories of you

So many memories...They were all treasured by him. His damn cousins had gotten over it easier being who they were. Probably two months was all it took for that damn dog and perhaps four for the rat but for the poor cat...He'll never get over her...

I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that we can share
Falling into memories of you and things we used to do