1 week later
Chris put the key to his apartment in the keyhole and turned it. He walked in to the small, blue apartment. Everything was exactly as he left it, everything was exactly the same.there were pictures hanging on the wall, pictures of the good times and memories he had from the past few months. He was still so confused; he did not understand why he did what he did. A week had past and he still could not get it out of his head.
He kept wondering what happened, if she ever made it to the rest stop, if she ever made it home. 'Probably,' he thought, 'She can take care of herself.' He walked over to the black couch and sat down. He looked around again; there were many things still in the apartment that did not belong to him. Alana would probably be coming by for them at some time.
Hours passed as he watched television. He was not really watching the shows, he was thinking about what he was going to do next. The door opened, and Alana stepped in. She did not look angry, but she did not look happy to see him either. "Hey!" he said happily as he stood up.
"Hi." She said, unenthusiastically.
"Um." He did not know what to say, he could not tell if she was angry, or if she was upset. He could not read her at all. "What's up?"
"Not too much." She said, still standing in the doorway, "I thought you would be at your mom's still, and I just got back, so-"
"About that," he interrupted, "Where did you go?"
She had nothing to say to him. That was the last thing she wanted to talk about, the situation was already very awkward, "I just came by to get a couple things, I won't be here long." She walked past him into the bedroom. He could here drawers being opened, then closed. The closet door squeaked open, and she returned to the living room. "Well, that's it. I might be back later on to get some other things, but I probably won't see you, so." she just looked up at him, she did not want to say goodbye, no one ever does, but she had to. He did not want her, and she only wanted happiness for him. "Goodbye." She finally spit out after about five minutes. She turned and walked out the door, never hesitating. 'She's gone. 'He thought to himself, 'No more shows, practices, weird band members, no none of it.' Now that was settled, so he called his friend, Billy, to see if he wanted to go out and get a beer or something later. Billy, John, and himself were all going to go out and have something to drink later. Everything was going to go back to normal.
3 hours later, 8 o'clock
Chris, Billy, and John all arrived at the small bar right across the street from where Billy lived. They drank and talked.and talked. They were out until about two in the morning, when all the bars closed, and they had no choice but to go home. They all walked to their homes, and said their goodbyes. He walked up the stairs to his apartment, trying to be quiet. He unlocked the door and went in, collapsing on the couch. "Alana," He shouted, "can you." He remembered she was not there. Suddenly, he felt very alone. She had only been living with him for about 2 months, and she was twenty-two, he convinced her that it was the right thing to come with him, he promised would watch out for her, and take care of her. He broke his promise. Overcome with guilt, he picked himself up off the couch and walked into the bedroom, now only his bedroom, and went to sleep.
3 Years later, 1999
The "Umbrella Incident" had happened, and after almost a year since the original incident, they drew closer and closer to taking Umbrella down, but that's not what he was worried about right now. It was Christmas Eve, and he, Jill, Barry, Claire, Leon, Barry's family, and Carlos were going to a small "rock show" in a park near Barry's new home. The park seemed fairly large, it was not huge, but it was not just a pond and a bench either. They made their way to some seats in the small stadium, usually used for high school football games, and things like that. They all sat down as the first band began to play. Everyone was having a good time, "you know," Barry said, leaning over to Chris, "I haven't seen everyone having such a good time in.well, I can't remember!" he let out a small laugh, he was also quite happy to be there. It was time for the last band to play, they seemed to be well known by the locals. "And here is 'Animated Glitter!'" the announcer called out into the microphone. Five girls ran out onto the stage, the each picked up their instrument, and the singer ran up to the microphone, the other girls began to play.
Just the thought of you in love With someone else, It breaks my heart to see you Hurting yourself
'That voice.' he thought to himself, "There's something so familiar about it.'
But you are under influence of Bad things And I can't help out when You're not listening ooh, ooh.
"Alana!" He shouted out loud, both Jill and Barry looked at him.
"What?" Barry asked.
"That girl, the singer, I used to gout with her, remember Alana?"
"Oh yeah!" Barry said, putting on a smile, "I remember her."
The band finished after a few songs, and walked off stage, just like they had entered. Chris ran down off the bleacher s as fast as he could, he wanted to catch up with Alana before she left, it had been three years, and maybe they could talk now. "He walked behind the stage where they had gone, and there she was. She was with her friends and guitarists, Isabella. She was tall and skinny, with long blond-brownish hair, the other was Simone, and she was the bass player. She had short brown hair with blond highlights, she was an average weight and height, Also, there were two men standing by her, one of them had black and pink hair, and was a little short, the other was an average height with black hair, he was standing very close to her. They were all talking and laughing, about what he didn't know.
He walked over to her, and said "Hey, Alana."
She stared at him for a moment, obviously unaware of whom he was. "Um.wait." She was trying to remember his name; it just wouldn't come to her. "Chris!" she said, sounding accomplished.
"Yeah." He said looking at the boy that was closet to her; he had his arm around her waist. For some reason he felt so jealous, he had no reason to, but he did. "Well, I just wanted to see how things were."
"Everything's great!" she said, "Everything is better than it's ever been! We were signed for record deal, and everything is looking up." She looked at him, smiling.
"I got to go, so maybe I'll talk to you later." He began to feel uncomfortable, and felt it was time to leave.
"Alright, we have to get going anyway, later!" She smiled t him. All her friends said bye, and they all walked towards some equipment that was packed up about twenty feet away
Chris walked back to Barry and the rest of the gang. "How'd it go?" Barry asked with a happy tone in his voice.
"She forgot me." He said, "She couldn't remember my name at first."
Chris put the key to his apartment in the keyhole and turned it. He walked in to the small, blue apartment. Everything was exactly as he left it, everything was exactly the same.there were pictures hanging on the wall, pictures of the good times and memories he had from the past few months. He was still so confused; he did not understand why he did what he did. A week had past and he still could not get it out of his head.
He kept wondering what happened, if she ever made it to the rest stop, if she ever made it home. 'Probably,' he thought, 'She can take care of herself.' He walked over to the black couch and sat down. He looked around again; there were many things still in the apartment that did not belong to him. Alana would probably be coming by for them at some time.
Hours passed as he watched television. He was not really watching the shows, he was thinking about what he was going to do next. The door opened, and Alana stepped in. She did not look angry, but she did not look happy to see him either. "Hey!" he said happily as he stood up.
"Hi." She said, unenthusiastically.
"Um." He did not know what to say, he could not tell if she was angry, or if she was upset. He could not read her at all. "What's up?"
"Not too much." She said, still standing in the doorway, "I thought you would be at your mom's still, and I just got back, so-"
"About that," he interrupted, "Where did you go?"
She had nothing to say to him. That was the last thing she wanted to talk about, the situation was already very awkward, "I just came by to get a couple things, I won't be here long." She walked past him into the bedroom. He could here drawers being opened, then closed. The closet door squeaked open, and she returned to the living room. "Well, that's it. I might be back later on to get some other things, but I probably won't see you, so." she just looked up at him, she did not want to say goodbye, no one ever does, but she had to. He did not want her, and she only wanted happiness for him. "Goodbye." She finally spit out after about five minutes. She turned and walked out the door, never hesitating. 'She's gone. 'He thought to himself, 'No more shows, practices, weird band members, no none of it.' Now that was settled, so he called his friend, Billy, to see if he wanted to go out and get a beer or something later. Billy, John, and himself were all going to go out and have something to drink later. Everything was going to go back to normal.
3 hours later, 8 o'clock
Chris, Billy, and John all arrived at the small bar right across the street from where Billy lived. They drank and talked.and talked. They were out until about two in the morning, when all the bars closed, and they had no choice but to go home. They all walked to their homes, and said their goodbyes. He walked up the stairs to his apartment, trying to be quiet. He unlocked the door and went in, collapsing on the couch. "Alana," He shouted, "can you." He remembered she was not there. Suddenly, he felt very alone. She had only been living with him for about 2 months, and she was twenty-two, he convinced her that it was the right thing to come with him, he promised would watch out for her, and take care of her. He broke his promise. Overcome with guilt, he picked himself up off the couch and walked into the bedroom, now only his bedroom, and went to sleep.
3 Years later, 1999
The "Umbrella Incident" had happened, and after almost a year since the original incident, they drew closer and closer to taking Umbrella down, but that's not what he was worried about right now. It was Christmas Eve, and he, Jill, Barry, Claire, Leon, Barry's family, and Carlos were going to a small "rock show" in a park near Barry's new home. The park seemed fairly large, it was not huge, but it was not just a pond and a bench either. They made their way to some seats in the small stadium, usually used for high school football games, and things like that. They all sat down as the first band began to play. Everyone was having a good time, "you know," Barry said, leaning over to Chris, "I haven't seen everyone having such a good time in.well, I can't remember!" he let out a small laugh, he was also quite happy to be there. It was time for the last band to play, they seemed to be well known by the locals. "And here is 'Animated Glitter!'" the announcer called out into the microphone. Five girls ran out onto the stage, the each picked up their instrument, and the singer ran up to the microphone, the other girls began to play.
Just the thought of you in love With someone else, It breaks my heart to see you Hurting yourself
'That voice.' he thought to himself, "There's something so familiar about it.'
But you are under influence of Bad things And I can't help out when You're not listening ooh, ooh.
"Alana!" He shouted out loud, both Jill and Barry looked at him.
"What?" Barry asked.
"That girl, the singer, I used to gout with her, remember Alana?"
"Oh yeah!" Barry said, putting on a smile, "I remember her."
The band finished after a few songs, and walked off stage, just like they had entered. Chris ran down off the bleacher s as fast as he could, he wanted to catch up with Alana before she left, it had been three years, and maybe they could talk now. "He walked behind the stage where they had gone, and there she was. She was with her friends and guitarists, Isabella. She was tall and skinny, with long blond-brownish hair, the other was Simone, and she was the bass player. She had short brown hair with blond highlights, she was an average weight and height, Also, there were two men standing by her, one of them had black and pink hair, and was a little short, the other was an average height with black hair, he was standing very close to her. They were all talking and laughing, about what he didn't know.
He walked over to her, and said "Hey, Alana."
She stared at him for a moment, obviously unaware of whom he was. "Um.wait." She was trying to remember his name; it just wouldn't come to her. "Chris!" she said, sounding accomplished.
"Yeah." He said looking at the boy that was closet to her; he had his arm around her waist. For some reason he felt so jealous, he had no reason to, but he did. "Well, I just wanted to see how things were."
"Everything's great!" she said, "Everything is better than it's ever been! We were signed for record deal, and everything is looking up." She looked at him, smiling.
"I got to go, so maybe I'll talk to you later." He began to feel uncomfortable, and felt it was time to leave.
"Alright, we have to get going anyway, later!" She smiled t him. All her friends said bye, and they all walked towards some equipment that was packed up about twenty feet away
Chris walked back to Barry and the rest of the gang. "How'd it go?" Barry asked with a happy tone in his voice.
"She forgot me." He said, "She couldn't remember my name at first."
