Chapter 38- Memories and Us~

He felt high and high, elated at the starting of the remix. It wasn't the original but a new remix and he perfectly held it in high regard. He was dazed at the customer who switched on the music. It was the same girl who did that and this time she wasn't cursed by the champ by his word 'Idiot'.

With his mind streaming through almost imaginable romantic moments of his and Hilary, and the times they fought adorably, he was smiling in a quite endearing yet silly way. He could just remember the times he almost frightened her shirtless, the time she called him something 'snorlax' , the times she just hung around him giving that winning smiles and the other memories that were not seen easily in the recent days. He could just make out that life still hadn't kicked him. He still had a chance with her. He was almost twirling at the pre-chorus and the beat. That wasn't awkward because almost ten guys were adorably yet openly were dancing in the middle of the expanse with their girlfriends. Tyson sure didn't notice but he sure had an awesome time with her in his mind. His pony tail swayed, cap dropped and jacket swayed above his waist pretty giving a flickering attraction to his fan girls. Before they would catch him, they were already caught by their guys and they were off.

Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah
I won't give up, nah-nah-nah
Let me love you
Let me love you
Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah
I won't give up, nah-nah-nah
Let me love you
Let me love you
Oh baby, baby

Don't fall asleep
At the wheel, we've got a million miles ahead of us
Miles ahead of us
All that we need
Is a rude awakening to know we're good enough
Know we're good enough

Tyson pretty had an appealing time there. And slowly and slowly, he could picture himself with Hilary dancing on the same song quite some time in his own room He was drown in the spellbinded enchanting music as he could seduce her in his mind as they danced playfully and what drown him more were their carefree tipsy states and her alluring petite and features that captured him as they swayed across his room passing the hands and fingers wherever accessed. It was an awesome night, carefree sensations and a lovely evocation. He could visualize her, allowing him to stroll wherever with her frisky and blithe eyes following him. Little did he know that it had actually happened?

A little after a second, the beat casually dropped and his eyes opened all of sudden. His eyes widened as he saw the couples dancing. He blinked a couple of times before the sweetest realization dawned upon him that it had actually occurred. Seeing them dance passionately, he could visualize more distinctly and vividly his little dance with her last night. Now he could remember everything.

So…was that just a little dance? His eyes stretched at the fact a bit. I remember, I remember! I danced with her! She danced with me too! We both were mistakenly drunk! Now I remember everything. We strolled so carefree like there were no barriers; we danced like no one is watching! We were so sweet, we were so heavenly, and we were so pure last night.

The song ended with its final beat.

And then I just collapsed on her. The picture is so vivid. Why do I feel I haven't been the one to remember this little thing first? Lol, Hil, I'm sure you will remember everything eventually. I seriously can't believe you almost, or say you did, doubted me like I raped you or something. He chuckled at the thought sarcastically in a silly way. Oh I would never do such a freaky misdeed even if I were drunk the tipsiest alcohol. But seriously, I am upset with you for nah, you didn't trust me. Thank god, I'm on a safe side. I guess I should leave this place, I have gotta go and check out if she found out that or not yet maybe.

By the time, he had his mind made for leaving; the music had frantically shifted to "Attention" song. Tyson was just numb to the song. Rather he had attained his perfect six senses as he was heading out of the place. Throughout the way, where he could have been distracted by some new rocking songs, or fan girls chasing him, or the poster to capture his attention, or even his favorite dialogues of the novel, he was just impervious to all of them and his mind continuously bet with the initial grief of her skepticism and distrust. He shook his head as the picture of her sad face came in his mind.

Just why can't you trust me Hil? Haven't I always saved you from the freakiest things that you were scared of? Then why that down mistrust face? Then, why that despondent state? Then why you have to confide in someone else? Kai?

He actually gasped in affliction as the thought re-dawned upon him. He assuredly was in no state to accept or tolerate the fact that she actually disclosed what happened with them.

He was madly snapping at the thing. Even when the tears rolled down like a river down your pillow, I was there for you. Even when you were screaming and they heard only your whispers, I was loud for you, I was loud for you! I was there for you! Were you there for me? I never allowed you to see through my griefs, they were either façade by my smiles or angry faces, but definitely not the 'hurt' that you might not have noticed or maybe you just 'ignored' it. Just why can't we be sober…Why can't we let the pains go away through the lips…Why can't we dwell in each other…Why can't we see through each other…Why can't we smile at each other without any concern…Why can't we fight like we used to do…Why can't we deepen ourselves… Seriously damn these fucking emotions that are freaking me.

…

While the curtains still stayed, they were stooped low, so low. She smiled as the music ended. She still was gazing at the ceiling that was still like it was. Her face has been the one letting the tears to transverse on and she could clearly remember everything. She never in the complete song playtime turned her gaze which was fixated at the ceiling and her mind was calm enough to let each scene, each sensation, each feeling back in her to be fed without any hesitation or any hurdle. She could feel why she had grown addicted to the only guy whom she felt like to punish in the harshest way in the classroom. She could smile in a sarcastic way like at way she used to shout at him. Now, with each day passing, with each second passing, they had new feelings, no matter how deep, how contrast, how intimidating and constrained.

She could realize that it wasn't his fault, it wasn't her fault, and it was the fault of their tipsy states. It wasn't your fault Tyson. I didn't say you anything harsh but my actions were sure anger compelling in you… It's just like, I lost my temper and you left in the middle. You can see the tears fall down like rains on the streetlight. I just hope after this little incident, it was like always you and me, I suppose we won't be like, meaning 'nothing'? Every day, it's from the bottom of my heart I try to understand not only you but Kai as well as best as I can. I could have just said him that I love him too and he could made me easily fall for him, I'm pretty sure, but I just said what I felt and I wanna develop the new, nascent, but my own feelings for him if it were to build; the same could be said for you, though the thing of 'love' in regard with you Tyson, never even crossed my mind, like it happened a couple of times for him. I'm pretty sure; it could be neither of you. Maybe, I just feel that sometimes. But still though I dwell upon this things quite frequent, I have much more to deal with my independent life so much.

She gently closed her eyes letting the stream of the rain of her eyes to die right down there as she passed her hand quiet nervously in her pocket. Her fingers were apart when she frantically slid it across her pocket grabbing the white killing pills with clutched fingers, her manicured nails piercing within herself, down with that. She had still the tightly closed eyes twitched quite high and the moment she felt that she was secure with her secret she pulled out her hand from the pocket of the denims and passed swiftly towards her mouth after she unwrapped the feeble cover of it.

Before it went in her mouth, she could feel the strong presence in front of her, to counter with whatever courage she was having she looked up at the person to discover her roommate staring at her in quite distinct eyes and stern look at her. The blunette's eyes were strong enough to make her shiver to throw back the pill but it was too late. He was standing right in front of her, rather much closer to her with a few centimeters away from her face- almost staring at her for doing something he had prevented her from doing so quite strictly yet indirectly.

Hilary didn't have any chance of fighting back with him, she didn't have that combating capacity against this fact like for most of the things she did, it was quite easy and this time she was caught quite red handed and now she just hid her hand behind her back while he stared scaring her and she widened her eyes and gasped slightly in frightened state. The scene was almost ranging from five to ten seconds.

His both the hands were on the either sides of her shoulders, his palms resting on the coach, he still had that distance. She closed her eyes as he neared her closing the distance, but he leaned more, closing the proximity and finally his chin landing on her right shoulder and then he slowly grabbed her hand which she had hid behind her back. He opened it easily which she tried to clutch it as hard as she can, but then he took the while pill and closed back his fists when her fingers remained opened after he pulled out the pill effortlessly. Sure did Tyson have a good strength. Unlike Hilary who have mental as well as health issues, he was at least physically strong because of the rigorous training he was talking each day, and the foodie he was though his diet plummeted to normal one from that of the huge one.

He moved back, retreating and walking past the coach and opening somewhat his wardrobe and doing something.

For a moment, her heart felt like so throbbed and like she had done some crime and yet he was kind enough not to accuse her like he never did before. He was simply checking out his stuff in his closet. She stayed on the coach for about at least five minutes not daring or having any courage to move anywhere but just simply sitting there leaning slightly waiting for the horrible horrific aura to die down.

I hate the complicated distances that have made us apart!

I hate myself letting everything get over and so far!

I regret the chances I missed long back.

No healings, no feelings, no more decisions to lag

I can't deny I have blown so hard.

Making the best of us die down, pulling us apart!

Yes apart! Apart! I hate to see us not anymore 'us'

No more smiles, things work out just like they does.

He pulled off his jacket and laid his cap on the piled desk which he himself didn't know why it was piled, he assumed that Hilary must have done something but of course he ignored it. He dug the pile in the corner and noticed his missing night PJs. He looked at Hilary's, but she was wearing hers. He must have dumped it in the washing machine for the cleaning and when he couldn't find them, he searched for something comfortable he could wear, but there was just a pair of black jeans he was not even a tad comfortable to wear it. Still he pulled it and changed inside.

Hilary sighed and thought if she could move along the room and take some fresh breath in balcony. She finally stood up and walked inside, spending a few minutes staring at the stars that weren't anymore and appreciating the dominating ever grey clouds; that was super cool. She loved clouds more than sky. Suddenly she could recall a little incident that took place a few weeks before, before she had been on a date with her captain, oops, that can't be called as a date, she just went because he wanted and then, like one day she was returning from the institute to her room, and she was ambling quietly on the already quiet streets, when she heard some conversation ahead and she stopped and leaned against the wall- her ear catching the voice when she recognized the little conversation between her roommate and her mother.

It was as follows.

"Tyson. You are Hilary's friend right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm her mother"

"Hmm."

"Please can you tell me where is she? I'm pretty worried about her. She hasn't been home for almost a month!"

"I don't know about it."

"It means she isn't staying with you?"

"Nope."

"Oh, I feel so sad about it. Please can you do me a favor in this regard?"

"Hmm?"

"Please do inform me about her when you come to know about her anytime."

"Okay."

That's all and then she walked off and Tyson took another route and she could remember her mother's worried tone and Tyson's casual tone. Of course the teen have been on her friend's side. She didn't regret about anything. She still felt that leaving her home was her one of the most rapid yet right decision she had made and now she felt that she could live either with Tyson or on her own. And today, she had received her salary as well. She had to pay the rent of her room pretty soon, most probably tomorrow and go to her room and wash her clothes. She sighed. Nonetheless, she walked inside and saw him lying on his bed simply staring nowhere.

She looked at him for some time if he would look back and start any, really any sort of conversation but when it didn't happen she simply sat on the coach with her back facing him. They simply sat and contemplated the deepest thoughts- not daring to say anything.

I wish if everything would be back like how it was

Like how we used to be, laugh at each other and hold each other

So carefree, so smoothly and never worry about like what we are in caught today.

I wait

I await

I wait for the moment we apologize each other

The moment we smile back in content and…

And start talking to each other like we used to do

Then if that's here, why should I fear

Why should there be any distances said 'complicated'

Forever for this pain, little for this healing

A/N: Thanks so much to all the reviewers for previously reading and reviewing! A belated happy Teacher's day to you all! Thanks Omm, Lily and Neha for reviewing! That means a lot guys! Please continue your support. And a very happy belated Teacher's day to you too, Omm. ^_^

I hope this chapter was good? Maybe… I hope you all liked it. The last lines in italics are thoughts of Tyson and Hilary alternatingly.

Well, I just want to talk to you all.

I'm just feeling really kinda alone and unwell. It's weird. Personally, I just refrain from confiding, I'm a little private person but I guess I'll just speak a little. My college is starting from 13th and I'll be starting my New Bachelors of dental Surgery. I probably won't be free and my holidays finally will come to a halt. I'm quite nervous about my new college. I'm suffering from writer's blocks sometimes these days. I know I've been quite unfair with you all. I've postponed HMITR for so long. I'm any way not abandoning this story. It's already a typed, completed, prof read by me. Do not worry. I'll update it once in a week or maybe two; not more than that. I've been actually working on a new fic- It's title is "Breaking you through the years. ".

I've already done with quite of 41k words. It's a huge Tyson centric fic. Frankly, it's not a romance tale typically. It's genres are mainly concerned with hurt/comfort, family and angst. There is quite slight romance seriously. It's an account of events of four years. Quite like fourth season, no, much like sixth or seventh season would have been. There are so many OCs coming up in that story, don't worry, they are confined only to battles and tournaments. However there is one OC who is also a main character of the story and there is a separate story of her in the fic. I've built her through lot of efforts and had a hard time building her than what she was on my subconscious mind. Her name is Ashlene Reynolds. I won't say much.

This story unravels very unexpectedly and I'm not sure how I'll end up her current ongoing story in the fic. I just hope this name of my OC isn't taken my other authors here. I know that won't happen but still, please. It's usually Ashley I come across, the name or something else. Hm, it's kinda jarring from reader's usual habit of reading my story. It quite deals with realistic events and problems on life. I'm working on it and that's what, I'm facing writer's block for this fic. I'm done with the introduction and first year's account. Currently working on second years part. I've to work on Hillary's part. I didn't start yet. She's not much mentioned in the story though she plays an important role. Well, I guess I've blabbered way more than I thought. This fic will come by next year only after I complete it, Prof read it and divide it in chapters. AND, on a serious note, 100 shades of life is on Hiatus if you might have noticed. I'm not sure if I ever will peacefully type it from my notebook with so many uneasy peeping eyes around me here. So I SERIOUSLY can't say anything about that fic being soon updated. You may end up reading a novel one day! Lol, in real life I mean! XD

Anyway, bye, take care and lots of blessings your way! ^-^

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