Dear Journal,
It's Friday September 20th I'm Samantha Simmons and lately I've been thinking this whole best friend rule might have some technicalities like Alex said. I don't mean to say that going out with Michael would be 100% right. But we have been in love for nearly seventy years I think we deserve to be together. Okay I'm ranting I shall tell you what happened not that you have a choice or anything.
We see Sam balancing the cash register as Michael cleans his section. The two are closing and there are no customers in sight.
"So how did we do today?" Sam looks up at Michael, lately they have been talking more, she feels comfortable with him asking her questions about his memories. So far though he's laid off the whole love thing.
"Not bad we made about two-thousand."
"Whoa."
Sam nods as she goes over the figures again and puts the money in the bank bag.
"Yeah not bad for a tourist trap don't cha think."
Michael nods as he turns the light out in the kitchen.
Sam gets up and puts the bank bag in the safe she closes it tight and then turns around to see Michael staring at her. She smiles slyly and gives him a strange look.
"What?"
Michael shakes his head out of the thought.
"No, uh nothing just wondering do you need a ride, home?"
Sam nodded while putting up the last bench at the counter.
"Sure why not."
As Sam locked up the Crashdown Michael warmed his bike up and waited, he handed her his extra helmet. This time Sam had no problem putting her arms around his chest as he sped away. Soon Sam noticed that Michael was not heading to her house but towards the desert. As Michael stopped for a red light Sam leaned in and asked him where they were going.
"I just need to show you something first is that okay?"
Sam nodded and leaned toward Michael as he sped down the road to the desert. When they finally reached Michael's favorite spot he cut the engine. Slow to get off the bike Sam took her helmet off and smiled at the open sky.
"Now this is what's great about New Mexico."
Michael smiled at Sam; he had never been in love before. But the more time he spent with Sam the more he felt like himself who ever that was.
"I know, I used to come here as a kid. Well Max and I would search around here hoping for some sort of clue to who we are."
Sam nodded and closed her jacket she found a large smooth rock and sat down looking up at Michael as he smiled.
"What?"
Michael smiling wide shook his head.
"It's just, what I said the other day. Well you never said anything back to me, were we in love?"
Sam's heart skipped beats, her pulse raced she could feel her heart hitting her uniform.
"Michael, I don't remember everything you know."
Michael nodded and sat down next to her he looked up at the stars as Sam watched his face.
"I know, but."
Michael paused it seemed that they were suspended in some sort of moment and nothing Sam could do would be enough to stop it.
"One of my first memories, or instincts came when I first saw you. And it was love, a soft warm rush of love engulfed my heart and has been taking me over ever since." Sam looked at the stars trying to find where Michael was looking to as she did Michael's hand found hers and the flashes come like wild fire. Sam could see Rath and Macaria making love, being with one another. Their first kiss, their first embrace, and how they died in each other's arms. Sam opened her eyes and saw Michael's were just opening up as well. The air became thicker and as she looked right ahead of her small yellow lights were dancing.
"What is that?"
Sam waved her hand at the lights and they faded away.
"I don't know. Look Michael it's getting late I should be heading back home now."
Michael still trying to process everything that he had just seen when he touched Sam couldn't find his legs. As Sam stood up he stayed sitting on the rock.
"When I just touched you I got a wave of flashes, and even though that wasn't me, it was me and I was with you."
"Michael..."
Michael shook his head and stood up.
"Let me get you home."
Sam watched as Michael put his helmet back on and turned his motorcycle to a low hum. She followed him and they stayed silent all the way to her house. As Michael dropped Sam off he didn't say anything he just let her off and pulled out of the driveway. She watched him leave and without knowing exactly what had just happened tears streamed down her face. Sam went to bed knowing that what Michael had just felt could be what she was hiding from herself for most of her life.
I've always prided myself on the fact that I'm a tough cookie. You know I have this persona, the leader the tough one. I guess I've always felt responsible for others, and for one moment one rare time when I just think about myself. It comes back and bites me in the ass.
It's Friday September 20th I'm Samantha Simmons and lately I've been thinking this whole best friend rule might have some technicalities like Alex said. I don't mean to say that going out with Michael would be 100% right. But we have been in love for nearly seventy years I think we deserve to be together. Okay I'm ranting I shall tell you what happened not that you have a choice or anything.
We see Sam balancing the cash register as Michael cleans his section. The two are closing and there are no customers in sight.
"So how did we do today?" Sam looks up at Michael, lately they have been talking more, she feels comfortable with him asking her questions about his memories. So far though he's laid off the whole love thing.
"Not bad we made about two-thousand."
"Whoa."
Sam nods as she goes over the figures again and puts the money in the bank bag.
"Yeah not bad for a tourist trap don't cha think."
Michael nods as he turns the light out in the kitchen.
Sam gets up and puts the bank bag in the safe she closes it tight and then turns around to see Michael staring at her. She smiles slyly and gives him a strange look.
"What?"
Michael shakes his head out of the thought.
"No, uh nothing just wondering do you need a ride, home?"
Sam nodded while putting up the last bench at the counter.
"Sure why not."
As Sam locked up the Crashdown Michael warmed his bike up and waited, he handed her his extra helmet. This time Sam had no problem putting her arms around his chest as he sped away. Soon Sam noticed that Michael was not heading to her house but towards the desert. As Michael stopped for a red light Sam leaned in and asked him where they were going.
"I just need to show you something first is that okay?"
Sam nodded and leaned toward Michael as he sped down the road to the desert. When they finally reached Michael's favorite spot he cut the engine. Slow to get off the bike Sam took her helmet off and smiled at the open sky.
"Now this is what's great about New Mexico."
Michael smiled at Sam; he had never been in love before. But the more time he spent with Sam the more he felt like himself who ever that was.
"I know, I used to come here as a kid. Well Max and I would search around here hoping for some sort of clue to who we are."
Sam nodded and closed her jacket she found a large smooth rock and sat down looking up at Michael as he smiled.
"What?"
Michael smiling wide shook his head.
"It's just, what I said the other day. Well you never said anything back to me, were we in love?"
Sam's heart skipped beats, her pulse raced she could feel her heart hitting her uniform.
"Michael, I don't remember everything you know."
Michael nodded and sat down next to her he looked up at the stars as Sam watched his face.
"I know, but."
Michael paused it seemed that they were suspended in some sort of moment and nothing Sam could do would be enough to stop it.
"One of my first memories, or instincts came when I first saw you. And it was love, a soft warm rush of love engulfed my heart and has been taking me over ever since." Sam looked at the stars trying to find where Michael was looking to as she did Michael's hand found hers and the flashes come like wild fire. Sam could see Rath and Macaria making love, being with one another. Their first kiss, their first embrace, and how they died in each other's arms. Sam opened her eyes and saw Michael's were just opening up as well. The air became thicker and as she looked right ahead of her small yellow lights were dancing.
"What is that?"
Sam waved her hand at the lights and they faded away.
"I don't know. Look Michael it's getting late I should be heading back home now."
Michael still trying to process everything that he had just seen when he touched Sam couldn't find his legs. As Sam stood up he stayed sitting on the rock.
"When I just touched you I got a wave of flashes, and even though that wasn't me, it was me and I was with you."
"Michael..."
Michael shook his head and stood up.
"Let me get you home."
Sam watched as Michael put his helmet back on and turned his motorcycle to a low hum. She followed him and they stayed silent all the way to her house. As Michael dropped Sam off he didn't say anything he just let her off and pulled out of the driveway. She watched him leave and without knowing exactly what had just happened tears streamed down her face. Sam went to bed knowing that what Michael had just felt could be what she was hiding from herself for most of her life.
I've always prided myself on the fact that I'm a tough cookie. You know I have this persona, the leader the tough one. I guess I've always felt responsible for others, and for one moment one rare time when I just think about myself. It comes back and bites me in the ass.
