A/N: I know I haven't updated any of my stories in a little bit but hopefully I'll update this story quite often. I watched Remember Me a couple of hours ago and couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if Tyler hadn't gone to his dad's office building. So, this is the story of what might have happened if Tyler had waited a few minutes before going to his dad's office building. Disclaimer: I don't own Remember Me. Remember Me was written by Will Fetters and directed by Allen Coulter and is distributed by Summit Entertainment.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Tyler!"
I smiled, stopping walking to give my full attention to the girl on the other end of the telephone line. It had only been a few minutes since I had last seen her, but I had to admit I fucking missed her already.
"Well, hello, Ally. What's up?" I said, checking my watch. I was almost late for my meeting with dad, but he could probably wait a few minutes. He had made Caroline and I wait for longer than that before, but, I noted with another smile, that had changed now – for the better.
"Well, I started making french toast but Assaholic was a little late to tell me that you guys ran out of maple syrup – don't tell me how that happened but I'm sure it's not from a pile of flapjacks in the morning."
I laughed, sitting down on a nearby bench and propping my bike up in front of me. "No, probably not. But then again I told you, I don't really know what Aiden does when I'm in the shower so you'll have to ask him yourself."
"Ookay. Aiden! Hey, Aiden! Assaholic! I have a question for you..."
I openly laughed now, leaning back on the seat of the bench. I looked around me, briefly sweeping my eyes across the Alice in Wonderland Statue before coming to curiously furrow my brows at a dark skinned man on a cellphone, pacing and nervously shifting his eyes back and forth, left and right, his irises like a pendulum, ticking, ticking, ticking as he stuttered something into his cellphone.
My stomach lurched slightly, sensing something suspiciously not right as I tuned back in to Ally on the phone.
"Aiden said that he slept with a Canadian girl who was visiting New York and had a food fetish that coincided with her missing home, but I told him that not every Canadian loves maple syrup so much they practically take it with an IV."
I chuckled, about to speak when I heard Aiden in the background, talking over Ally trying to defend her opinion of why it was improbable that the Mysterious Missing Maple Syrup had disappeared due to a hungry and apparently horny Canadian.
"Aiden -"
"She likes maple syrup and she saw we had a bottle of it! Seriously, I'm not lying!"
"Aiden -"
"Tyler, my buddy, my best friend, my pal, you remember don't you? Right? Don't you? Come on, help a brother out!"
"Aiden, I'm sorry, man, I really don't remember you sleeping with a Canadian girl who used up all of our maple syrup on you and her getting kinky with food," I smiled, Ally's triumphant laugh following soon after I finished talking.
"Tyler! My dude! How could you doubt me on this?!"
"Aiden!"
"She seriously likes maple syrup!"
"Aiden!"
"It was a bitch to clean off my -"
"Aiden!"
"Oooh, baby, say my name again."
"Aiden," I frowned, sitting up and passing my eyes over the man who was still pacing, now off his cellphone, looking out over the bay towards the office buildings on the other side of the water.
"Sorry, man, I was just kidding. I'm not into polygamy anyway," Aiden said, trying to backtrack.
"That doesn't really matter, because I wasn't suggesting it," I muttered, getting up and walking along with my bike, giving a wide girth to the man who was now leaning on the railing and tapping his fingers against it.
"Aiden, give me back the phone... Aiden... Aiden, give me the phone! Aiden! Give me the phone you curly haired... ass!" Ally growled as I heard some static and then a laugh as Aiden complained.
"Ally, what the fuck?! You just pulled my hair!"
"Well, at least I got the phone back." Ally said. "Hello?"
"Hey," I murmured softly, still looking at the man by the railing, still tapping his fingers.
"Um... so, do you mind getting some maple syrup?" Ally said just as softly. I breathed out a laugh and looked away from the man, to my fingers playing with the white tape on the handlebars of my bike.
"Sure, I'll pick up some maple syrup," I smiled. "Is there anything else you wanted?"
"Um... well... I-I, um..."
I grinned softly. "What?"
"I... I love you, Tyler. I love you," Ally nearly whispered, the words a sweet breath.
I breathed out and closed my eyes, feeling the truth of the words, feeling the weight of how honest they are.
"I love you, too, Ally Craig," I said, opening my eyes and looking across the water to the office buildings on the other side of the bay. "I love you, Ally."
Suddenly, though, the man leaning against the railing with the pendulum eyes and the tapping fingers pushed off the railing and started running the other way, towards the park more, past Alice in her Wonderland, past children touching the cool surface of the metal mushrooms and flora, past couples walking with hot dogs and ice cream cones and words of love on their lips, past a girl sitting on a picnic blanket reading a book under the shade of a tree.
As I noticed all of these things, though, a few other things stood out as more prominent. The sound of Ally breathing through the phone, the strong, too strong sound of a plane and the questioning and shocked murmurs of people in the park, all rushing towards the railing. I turned, almost in slow motion, my eyes widening as I looked on at a plane in the distance, so far yet sickeningly close, the nose of it rushing towards a building.
I knew that building.
That building was my original destination.
That building, seemingly so tall and so ominous, was now being struck, so hard, too hard, by the nose of the plane, the body of the plane, the tail end of the plane in a moment almost too slow to be real but too fast to be fathomable.
A loud sound rung out, reverberating across the buildings, across the bay, across the screaming, yelling faces of the crowd and across my gasp into the phone, into the air, into the pandemonium and panic and into the phone, reaching the ears of the only other girl I loved as much as the two women who shared my own blood.
He doesn't really know what's going on right now... Well, what's going on right now?
Nobody knows what's going on right now.
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