Memories fading, I try to hold on

When I don't know where I belong no more

The sound of your voice was my all, was my home

But these walls, they can't hear you no more

-Snoh Aalegra- Time.

I lean against the door for minutes after I shut it, hanging my head down in shame as I think of what I just did.

I kissed Edward Cullen. I kissed a fictional character who was supposed to fall in love with my fictional neighbor.

What was I thinking? With just one stupid action I managed to mess everything up.

If an award were to go out to the most sane person in a 2 mile radius, I sure as he'll wouldn't win it, and yesterday I saw a man on the street having a boxing match with himself.

I move away from the door and walk back to the lounge. I'm planing on continuing my pity party from the couch with the jar of nutella I stole from the school kitchen last week.

"Well, somebody's been busy." A British voice says when I walk into the room.

I jump in surprise when see Tyra' s tall frame standing near a couch in the lounge.

She looks so out of place in the less than extravagant room. Her pink blazer stands out against the pale mood of the room. Her crisp designer purse placed on the arm of the old couch.

I'm so relieved to see her I don't even question how she got here. Instead I run to her and wrap my arms around her thin frame.

"God. You don't know how happy I am to see you. It's been an utter shitfest here. Everything that was supposed to go right went wrong, this town has got no good pizza place nearby, I don't even think Wi-Fi has been created yet. And all I've been having for dinner every night is ramen ramen And ramen. You have come to take me home right?"

She pats my head uncomfortably and gently pushes me away from her with a sheepish look on her blemish-free face.

"Right. About that, Ashley."

Is she serious?

"Amiyah." I correct her impatiently.

"Yes, Amiyah. You see administration has run into a bit of a problem." She says slowly, smoothing out her pencil skirt with freshly manicured hands.

"What kind of problem." I ask skeptically, crossing my arms over my chest.

She picks up her bag and begins to walk around the lounge, touching a small, common vase and frowning as if it had done her some personal offense.

"One of our senior facilitators have found themselves in a bit of a predicament." She stops in the middle of the room next to the small coffee table.

"Silly girl pursued a relationship with a main character from The Hobbit."

I raise my eyebrow. 'The Hobbit'?

"I know...Any who. Long story short, she's claiming that they're in love and is now fighting for the free will of all fictional characters. The board is discussing possible legal action and admin has been working overtime every night. Paperwork. It's been utter purgatory."

"What does that have to do with me?" I ask impatiently.

Her nude colored lips curve into an amused smirk.

"Fiesty! I thought you might like to know considering you'll be stuck here for a while longer than you expected."

The room grows quiet. You can hear a pin drop. I don't say anything, afraid of what extreme curse words may come out of my mouth if I do.

Anger and irritation is bubbling below the surface but I push it down and will myself to calm down.

"What exactly do you mean? You aren't here to take me home?"

"No… but I've come bearing gifts." She pulls out a pink pastry box from her leather bag and places it on the table with a flamboyant 'tada!' "Ladurée's famous macarons all the way from Parí. I thought theses might dull your petulance when I told you the bad news."

I visibly shuddered. Bad news. Great.

"Can you get to it then?" I say, already feeling nervous for what she has to say.

"Well...While the board is busy handling the Hobbit issue they unanimously voted that all facilitators currently on cases, temporary and permanent, to be locked down in their respective fictional worlds. Just until the matter has been resolved of course. But who knows how long that is going to take."

Locked down. As in… stuck here.

I fall down into one of the lawn chairs. It's official. The universe is against me. What else do you have to throw at me world? Huh? I'm ready!

"Oh cheer up. Look on the bright side at least you're not stuck in the Hunger games. All you have to do is stay out of trouble and you'll be fine!"

"I'll be fine?" I repeat incredulously.

"I almost died yesterday! Apparently I'm not so 'imperceptible' as you thought. And in just a few months a posse of homicidal vampires will stroll up in here and start killing locals. According to my 'file' I'm a fucking local!" I say dropping my head into my hands.

"You're overreacting. Everything will be fine." She waves her hand in the air dismissively.

"You should make the most of your time here, think of it like an extended vacatation, or summer camp. There's a dance coming up, you should go, have fun, make friends. Kiss a few fictional boys." She winks at me playfully.

I slowly raise my head as I flare my nostrils in complete anger.Was this bitch serious? She expects me to just go on like everything's okay and throw my ass in a circle to 'The remix to ignition'?

Had the remix to ignition even been released yet? I was born in '99. That was 6 years ago! I know shit about the early 2000s. How the hell was I going to fit in this place?

"I see you have a lot to think about." She picks up her bag and smiles at me.

"The green card has no limit of course, so knock yourself out. Maybe try redocarating." She looks around the room in contempt.

"I really should go know. Au revoir." She says and with a snap of her fingers she has vanished into a light cloud of green haze.

I don't know how to react. I was stuck here until further notice. I'd already fucked things up in less than a week, what more a month?

I slump down into the couch. A childish resentment for Tyra Banks and America's Next Top model growing in me.

I pick up the pastry box and scoff. "Could of brought me something useful, like chapsticks, or an effing Wi-Fi router."

I stay indoors for the rest of the week and the following weekend. Only going out on Thursday to buy some groceries. I can't cook to save my life so I end up getting more ramen, a few other heatable meals and other essentials.

Bella comes over with Angela on Friday afternoon to check on me.

I assure them that I'm fine and I just had a bad bug.

"I'll be back Monday." I tell them with a small smile. A small part of me feeling flattered that they came over.

"That's great. I'm glad you're okay, Amiyah. Everyone at school has been worried. And me and the team have been talking, and we thought we should ask you if you wanted to be on the prom committee, considering your background in music."

I know she's just offering to ease the guilt of their supposed disregard of my presence for the past two years but a part of me doesn't feel so opposed to accepting. It would give me something to forget about the mess most commonly known as my life right now.

So here I am five days later sitting in the poorly lit rec room, along with 7 other students, including Angela, cutting tickets for the dance and missing a history lesson. (No complaints from me of course)

Christine, a pretty, mixed girl is sitting next to me and chatting animatedly about what she's planning on wearing to the dance.

"And I'm taking Emery. That's the dark haired guy over there." She points out discreetly to an attractive

asian boy sitting next to Eric Yorkie at one of the computers, staring intently at the large monitor, wearing a bright,olive green sweatshirt and an even brighter smile.

"He's cute." I compliment kindly, taking out another sheet of the red ticket templates from the tin in the middle of the table.

"Yeah." She says dreamily. Her lightly freckled face propped up on her hand as she slumps over the table and stares at him.

"So who are you going with?" She asks after

"Eh." I shrug, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ears. "I wasn't planing on going, actually."

Her face contorts into a look of displeasure.

"Why not?" She questions. "Is it because you don't have a partner? Because I heard Mike Newton wanted to ask you."

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. That didn't sound right. Wasn't he supposed to have some massive crush on Bella?

"Are you sure?" I stress out. "I thought he wanted to ask Bella."

It's her turn to look at me in confusion. "Where did you here that?"

Crap.

"Nowhere! I just assumed because- I.. I just thought."

I stutter, trying to find the right lie.

"Don't you want to go with Mike?" Christine asks curiously.

Yeesh, slow down Judge Judy.

I stop cutting the sheet of paper and gnaw on the inside of my cheek

"Its not that," it's exactly that. "We've just hardly spoken to each other." I mean we spoke once in chemistry when I told him that his shirt sleeve was on fire and another time when I borrowed $5 dollars from him at lunch(Which I still needed to pay back) but other than that I didn't think Mike even acknowledged my presence.

"And I just thought that since Bella' s new and all he wanted to ask her."

"That's not what I heard." She says ominously. "But hey, maybe you're right." She picks up her pair of scissors and continues cutting from the paper.

"He's sitting by the window there, why don't you ask him." She nods her head over to a table in the corner where Angela sits, alongside a blonde girl with reading glasses and Mike Newton, who's staring right at me…

Holy crap.

His face turns bright red when my eyes meet his and sheepishly lifts his hand to wave at me.

I unconsciously pull a face. I try to cover it up by giving him a strained smile and an awkward wave in return.

What the actual fuck was going on?

Angela suggests we take a break during lunch and I'm the first when out of the door when she says this having not eaten anything since the poptart I had this morning.

I'm standing in front of the dish of nuggets and salad, pondering over whether I should take more nuggets and fill the empty space I have left over on my plate with more junk or if I should take the alternative, healthier route and dish up the dry looking green salad.

"Amiyah." I'm still thinking over my choice when I hear a deep, honey-like voice call my name from behind me, sending a chill through my spin.

I don't have to turn around to see who it is. The hair standing up at the back of my neck gives a clear indication already.

"Fuck." I mouth to the innocent nuggets. I turn around to see Edeard Cullen's lean frame standing behind me. He's wearing a tight fitting dark blue shirt, outlining his frame perfectly and contrasting hauntingly against his pale complexion. His hair is styled gorgeously today, a darker shade underneath the fluorescents. My eyes trail down to his lips, a heat in my stomach grows when I remember our kiss.

Shit, he's so fine. Fuck! He can hear my thoughts. Fuck! Fuck…My ears grow hot.

"Hey Edward. Wonderful weather were having today. Huh?" I say nervously as I turn back to dish the salad onto my plate.

"Let's skip the pleasantaries.I'd much prefer it if we talked about what happened on Wednesday." He says, his voice light and inviting.

I keep my head down. Dishing more salad onto my plate than necessary.

"What happened on Wednesday?" I ask feigning dumb "I was pretty doped up on all of that pain medication I can hardly even remember how I got home." I lie through my teeth, placing the salad fork back in the bowl.

I can feel his eyes burning into the side of my face without even looking up

"Are you honestly going to act like it didn't happen? I can hear your thoughts." I see a slight smirk forming on his lips in my peripheral vision.

I sigh dejectedly. I was being hella immature.

I place my tray down and force my eyes to look into his strong gaze. It was time to face the music.

"I'm sorry Edward. I was crazy emotional that day and I acted impulsively, but I understand how you must feel so if you're still looking for some answers you can come over to my house tonight, I'll tell you everything you want to know."

I don't wait for him to answer me. I've said what I needed to say, I pick up the tray and walk briskly to the table I see Bella waving me over to.

I slump down into the chair next to her and chew miserably on a celery stick.

There was no going back now.

xxx

*Not edited.

This was actually supposed to be way longer but I decided to split it into two chapters when I saw the word count reaching 4000. Still a lot of work to be done on that part though. I hope you enjoyed. Go ahead and review if you did. Thank you (a really really big thank you) to those who reviewed the last chapter. My heart honestly does a little jump whenever I see a new review. Haha, yesmylifeisveryboringyes. Enjoy your weekend xx