Hey guys!! This is a REALLY REALLY REALLY short chapter (smiles sheepishly). On the bright side, I updated!! It's only been like, what? Four months? Sorry! I truly am! I know you don't want excuses, but Kaitlyn was giving me some issues! Which is also probably why the chapter's so short. But, ah well. I pretty much know where I am going from here, so if there is anyone out there still reading, I am HOPING to have more updates soon. Yay!

I don't own Twilight, or, by the way, Finding Nemo.

Now, on with the story!


CHAPTER 7- Forgetting

"Alright, it's time to stop moping." Kaitlyn's voice sounded filtered as it drifted through the haze that seemed to envelop me. "We're going to do something tonight."

"I'm not moping," I argued weakly, lifting myself into a sitting position. My bed creaked in protest as the springs shifted with my weight. The sheets were twisted grotesquely around me, and I grappled with them for a minute before I could release their hold on one of my legs.

"Oh, please," Kaitlyn said disbelievingly. "You are so moping. And I've had enough of it." She plopped herself dramatically down next to me, causing me to bob up and down slightly as her weight was added to the mattress.

"What time is it?" I asked hazily, rubbing my eyes, which were still a bit sore and puffy from crying. My voice was thick, and I cleared my throat as she answered.

"Half past seven," she told me briskly. Her chipper tone was beginning to get on my nerves. Could she not just let me wallow in peace?

Wait… did she just say "Seven thirty?" Was it really that late?

"Um…" She looked confused. "Yeah."

If I had left school during first period, that means I got here at, what… nine? Had I really been here on my bed for over ten hours? It had seemed like ten minutes. My how time flies when you have a broken heart.

"Anyway," Kaitlyn started again. "What to you want to do?"

"Um," I said again. "Go to sleep?" I was exhausted from doing nothing all day.

Rolling her eyes dramatically, Kaitlyn abruptly stood up, grabbing both of my hands and forcing me into a standing position. My head swam from the sudden movement after being still for so long.

"Hey!" I exclaimed indignantly. "Watch it!"

"It's your own fault for being a stick in the mud," she told me unsympathetically. "Now, what do you want to do today? And it will not involve staying in this room!"

"I really don't want to go anywhere, Kate," I told her. "I don't have the energy."

"Fine, then," she pouted. "We don't have to go anywhere. But you are most definitely getting Off. Of. This. Bed!"

"I am off the bed, Kaitlyn!"

She seemed to have reached her breaking point as she looked at me with an intense amount of exasperation, spun on her heel, and promptly dragged me out of the room. I didn't have enough energy to fight her, and placidly stumbled along behind.

"Where are we going?" I asked her, disoriented as we navigated our way downstairs.

"Well, seeing as you are being incredibly stubborn, and won't go out of the house, we are going to have our girl's night here."

"And what exactly does that entail?" I asked her warily.

"Movie Night!" she proclaimed excitedly. I sighed.

"Oh, come on, Cass. You could at least try to act a little excited. The whole point of this is to get you out of your Adam slump."

I visibly cringed at the sound of his name, but otherwise ignored her reference to the godlike creature over which I was pining. "And how exactly is Movie Night supposed to help me out of that slump?" I asked skeptically.

"It's cleansing for the soul," she informed me defensively. I rolled my eyes at her.

We were now standing in my living room, where she promptly placed her hands on my shoulders and shoved me onto the plush couch- I sunk into the cushions with a soft 'oomph.'

"Now, what shall we watch tonight?" she pondered aloud as she turned to the case of movies sitting next to my slightly-outdated television. The shelves were packed- my dad was a bit of a hoarder.

"Oh, oh! I know! That's perfect!" she exclaimed animatedly, clapping her hands together. Her enthusiasm was getting more and more aggravating by the second.

"What's perfect, Kaitlyn?"

"Finding Nemo!"

"Finding Nemo? You must be kidding me."

"Oh, come on! Everyone loves Finding Nemo," she reasoned. I rolled my eyes, sighing in defeat. I didn't have the energy to argue.

"Whatever, then. Let's watch Finding Nemo."

A huge smile stretched across her radiant face. "Yay!" she squealed enthusiastically as she pulled it out of its case. I groaned in response.

Kaitlyn's vivacious green eyes sparkled with anticipation. Who knew that an animated fish movie could make her so excited?

Once she had loaded the movie into my ancient television, she flitted blithely towards my kitchen, practically skipping.

"Um, Kaitlyn?" I addressed her. "Where are you going?"

"To get sustenance, of course!"

"Sustenance?"

"You know- popcorn, soda, candy, etcetera," she explained calmly.

"Why would I have all that stuff in my house? You know what a stickler my mom is for healthy junk," I reminded her.

"Which is exactly why I made a stop at the convenience store on the way!" she exclaimed with a bright smile. Of course she had.

Left on my own for a while, I snuggled into the warm confines of the sofa. Burrowing myself into the comfortable cushions, I rested my head on a nearby pillow. I was still in quite a bad mood, but I couldn't help but admit that Kaitlyn had taken my mind off of him- at least for a little while.

With not much else to do, I looked around the décor of my family's living room. The furnishing had an antique theme, with handsome cherry wood framing the sleek black fabric of the armchairs. Cream drapes adorned wide windows, through which the bright beacons of my mother's flowers were visible. The sun shone weakly through the glass, the sky a pink haze visible through the leafy treetops that lined our front yard. Small birds twittered around the lawn, looking for a late night snack as several squirrels hunted for dropped nuts.

I had to admit that my annoyance at Kaitlyn was wearing off. I knew that she was only doing this to cheer me up, and I wasn't being a very good sport about it. Besides, it had really begun to work… I hadn't thought about him at all since she came.

Now, I allowed him to penetrate my thoughts once again, but I made sure not to dive headfirst back into my pit of despair. I wondered what he was doing right now? Whatever it was, I was sure he was not having the same issue I was- he probably barely even noticed my absence from his life.

I couldn't help but remember the crestfallen look on his face when I blew him off today, though. I had no idea why he had looked so hurt. Did he really care more than I thought?

"I'm ba-ack," Kaitlyn sang, cutting through my ponderings, as she dramatically entered the living room. Her arms were piled high with bowls of popcorn and assorted candy, and she had a bottle of soda tucked underneath each arm.

"Jeez, Kate, how much junk food could you get?" I asked playfully.

Settling herself down on the sofa next to me, she handed me a bowl of popcorn and a bag of Skittles before flicking the remote towards the television. Music immediately began to flow towards us, signaling the start of the previews.

"Thanks," I told her. She knew I was talking about more than the Skittles.

"No problem," she brushed me off as she shifted to get comfortable.

We quickly settled into the movie, and I got much more absorbed in Finding Nemo than I thought possible. I think I even caught Kaitlyn crying at the point where Nemo gets taken away by the boat. It's a shame I didn't have a camera on me.

By the time the movie ended, the popcorn was running low and my eyes were heavy-lidded. It couldn't have been past nine-thirty, but I was exhausted, and drowsiness was quickly overcoming me.

I heard the shuffling of plastic that told me Kaitlyn was looking for her next choice of a movie. She must have realized how far gone I was, because she didn't ask for my opinion.

My consciousness was eluding me as I heard the beginning drones of whatever move Kaitlyn had chosen- I couldn't bring myself to care what it was.

The last thing I noticed before I succumbed to the lure of sleep was Kaitlyn sprawling out on the floor in front of me.