Forget Me Not
Caiteexx
Authors note: Okay so there is really now excuse with how long its been since i've updated. Especially with my other stories. BUT I have had a hard couple of months and I really have been really really busy and whilst I have had most of this chapter written for some time, I haven't had the time to finish it. And i did go through a big stage of writters block.. Everything I wrote was really really crap but I literally just finished the chapter now.
I hope you enjoy it and I totally understand if you're frustrated with me...
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Oh and a side note: Pride and Hidden Feelings will be updated soon and I am considering carrying on with The Dirty Electrican or atleast writing a sequel because a few of you were either disappointed with how I ended it or didn't read the summary properly and didn't realise it was only a one shot. I shall be brainstorming. Anyho, I better go now since I've got alot of work to do and and and you guys probably want to read the story...
BYEEEE! xx
Looking around my old room was like opening a time capsule. Memories that had long been forgotten came flooding back. And I was defenceless to block them out. I had only been home for half an hour before I had retired to my room, feigning fatigue from the drive. And that's where I have been since. Ha. Home. Such a simple word yet I had no idea where that was anymore. Here in my old town where I had grown up, or back in New York where I had slowly made something of myself.
There was barely any space on the four walls surrounding me that wasn't covered in either posters or photos. I sat up on my old single bed to get a better look at the room I had left behind. In the corner near the closet, was a bookcase that was so chocker full of books that it was practically overflowing. The floor in the corner furthest away from the bed, was scattered with stuffed toys, blue and white pompoms and various sporting equipment that were covered in dust. I fell back to lay down and stared at the ceiling above me. Hundreds of glow in the dark stars looked down on me. I t wasn't dark enough for them to shine yet and I briefly wondered if they still would.
I had been so focused on following my dreams and making something of myself that I didn't realise that I was loosing who I really was. In New York, the only things on my walls were paintings by celebrated artists. The big sports fan that I used to be, had slowly vanished and now the only thing I worked up a sweat doing was... a brief work out on the treadmill before getting read for work. And as far as books went, I can't remember when I had last picked up a book that wasn't a magazine. I sighed and rolled my head to the side and watched as the numbers on the alarm clock flicked from 4.31pm to 4.32pm.
I needed to get out of here, though I was not thrilled to go looking around the area. I rolled off of the small bed and stretched, trying to delay my little adventure. There was another thing that had changed since I had left. Adventures. My last adventure was leaving this place. I groaned and weighed up what would be worse, checking out the town or spending another minute in this room pitying myself. Each choice was just as unappealing as the other, but I supposed I shouldn't lock myself up. Adventure it was.
I came out to find only my dad relaxing by the TV and announced that I was going to have a look around the town. He gave a slight nod to acknowledge that he heard me, whilst keeping his eyes glued to the sports channel. Once upon a time I would have grabbed a coke from the fridge and joined him, however times have changed. I grabbed my bag from the kitchen where I had left it and grabbed my keys, only to remember that my car had broken down. Stupid thing. I threw them in my bag along with all my other useful and not so useful crap I had in there. I made my way to the door just as my mum was walking in with an arm full of groceries. And that was when my plans were thwarted.
"Where are you off to?" she asked me, looking me up and down with approval.
I had changed my shoes. Instead of wearing my signature heels, I had donned a cute pair of black flats. My mother never did condone high heels and it wasn't until I had got a job in New York that I had started to wear them.
"I thought I would go have a look around the town, see what has changed since I was last here."
She grabbed hold of my arm and turned me around, dragging me back in the direction of the kitchen.
"Oh, no you don't. You can do that tomorrow. We are having a few guests over tonight, seeing as you are back I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to have a dinner party. You can catch up with everyone."
"A party? Can't we do that another time? Maybe let me get settled first?"
"You look settled to me, besides it can't really be a 'Welcome Home' party a week after you arrived. That's just silly. You might as well not have a party at all." She rambled, putting the bags of groceries on the kitchen counter.
"Now there's an idea!"
"Help me put these away? Then you and I can get started on preparing everything." She said, ignoring my sarcasm.
I sighed, "Sure mum."
"Thanks sweetie, now I just have to get your father away from that TV to clean the barbeque."
After all the groceries had been put in their rightful places in the fridge or cupboards. I started making a few different salads while my mother began mixing up several desserts. It was almost like old times. Almost.
Six o'clock finally came and people had started to arrive. I had yet to get ready. So after a few quick re-introductions, I retired to my room for a quick shower. I dug through my luggage and found a short but modest cocktail dress. Unlike most dresses I was used to wear to parties in New York, this outfit was hardly figured hugging. I could just imagine everyone's reacting had I worn my usual outfit. The dress was a little white floral number with an empire waist, a low cut neckline and thick yellow straps. Raye had bought it for me one Christmas; I had yet to have an opportunity to wear it. And now looked like the perfect occasion. I quickly pulled my smooth hair into a long side fish braid and tied it with a neutral coloured hair band to blend in with my blonde hair. I applied some mascara and some lip gloss to complete the look. I didn't have time to go all out with make up because I was sure that my mother would come looking for me at some point.
After a last quick glance in the mirror, I deemed myself suitable to mingle with my old life. I swung my door open to be automatically met with high pitched shrieks and I felt the wind be knocked out of me when I felt something literally fling themselves on to me.
I pulled back to find that that 'something' was two of my old friends. Lita and Mina. I was surprised, to say the least. When my mum said she was expecting a few guests, I did not expect her to invite my old gang. I honestly thought I would have to mingle with a group of old women. Tonight might just be fun after all.
"OH MY GOD! You're really back! When Irene said you had come home, I seriously thought she was joking. But you're really here!" Mina squealed.
"Yeah, I'm really here." I laughed. Now I had seen them again, I realised I really had missed them.
"We have so much to catch up on! I'm so glad you're back," Lita grinned.
"I'm happy to see you guys," I smiled. "It's been so long. But maybe we could catch up on old times somewhere else than the doorway to my old room?"
They laughed and dragged my out into the backyard where everyone else had arrived. Only as soon as I had taken a step outside, I was ambushed by my mother.
"Hey girls," she greeted. "You don't mind if I borrow her for a second do you?"
"Muuum!" I whined when she linked arms with me again. "I was just catching up with my friends!"
I didn't want to be re-introduced to all the middle aged women, to whom I would have to exchange pleasantries and pretend to be interested in their old boring lives. I know I sounded like a brat but if you had grown up with these women in such a small town as Ketchum, then you'd understand.
"You'll have plenty of time to catch up with the girls in a minute. I just want you to meet someone. Well re-meet them." She laughed, she obviously thought that little comment was funny...
I groaned and went along with her. She walked up to some guy and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around.
"Serena, you know-" she started before I cut her off.
"Darien?"
"Serena?"
Ooooooooooh! Also something that I didn't put up the top:
Any spare time that I have had, I been using reading other peoples stories because it's kind of addictive :)
I have discovered the treasure of Twilight fanfics which are actually really really good even though I don't really like Twilight.
All this time that I've been hating on my best friend for reading that crap and it turns out its friggen awesome! So Charleexx I am forever indebt to you.
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