A/N
Hey y'all! How's stuff?
So, I'm super happy right now, so I felt like updating, and here's the next chapter! Just a warning though, this is the last one I've already pre-written, and the next lot of chapters are the ones that would've been in the sequel, so...yeah. I guess we're halfway through the story. Coolio!
Anyway, enjoy!
"Are you avoiding me?" Nolan asks bluntly.
"What? No, I-"
"Am avoiding me. Why?"
"I dunno, things are getting to me, and I'm remembering stuff and-"
"That reminds me! I remembered something else!"
"Yeah?"
"Your dumb tomato joke." Wow.
"...Seriously?"
"Yep," he replies.
"Right, well, I gotta get going, so-" My head starts pounding. I collapse on to the floor.
"Ella? You okay? ELLA." My head hurts so much. I writhe on the ground, trying not to scream. I do anyway. And, you guessed it, pass out.
"Open your eyes!" I hear a yell. I do so, and see Nolan there, falling beside me. He must be falling faster since he weighs more.
"Why did you jump?!" I scream at him. He shrugs, then grabs my arm and pulls me onto his back. He braces, positions his feet, and looks back at me.
"In case I don't survive this," he begins. "Tell Matt he can't have my PS3."
"What if I don't survive?"
"Ella, you're a bet." And then he turns his head to face me and kisses me. Then, life hating me as much as it does, we hit.
I jolt awake. Is that what happened? The PS3 bit's right, so...oh, my God. I have to...Nolan wont remember. Oh my God. Adam and Drake are hovering above my bed.
"What happened?" Adam asks.
"I...I remembered something."
"That's awesome! What was it?" Drake asks.
"You know how I told you about my first kiss?" I say uncertainly. They nod.
"Turns out it wasn't my first."
"What? You mean you were kissed before that? When?" Drake questions.
"Uh, well, I had a flashback of...falling off the roof," I begin. They nod again. "And, well, as we were falling, Nolan told me that I was a bet," I say slowly. Adam, I think, catches on to where I'm heading.
"Are you serious?"
"Dead. And then, he, uh, he kissed me," I finish. They gape at me.
"Close your mouths, you'll catch flies," I say half-heartedly.
"ELLA WHAT WILL YOU DO?" Drake exclaims loudly. I cover my ears.
"I dunno. The guy I think I may have liked but am still unsure kissed me, then got amnesia and doesn't remember it. God, my life sucks," I sigh.
"Then go tell him now," Adam says.
"Yeah, but he's changed. He's different now, I liked the old him. Not the new version," I reply.
"Well. This officially sucks," Adam deadpans.
"Yep. It sucks pretty damn bad."
"Nolan, you have to remember. You gotta. You need to know what happened," I urge.
"And if so, I heard the grass gets greener."
"Yeah, I'm sure things'll be fine if you remember."
"I'm sure, it's gonna all get clearer."
"I really hope so," I reply.
"I know, I'm gonna turn this around."
"That's the spirit. I know you will too."
"Cause I'm not gonna let you try to keep me down, no."
"Hold up. I'm trying to keep you down? What are even talking about-"
"I'm feeling tip top, I'm not gonna stop, tapping my shoes." I look at him closer, and see earphones. Is he for real?
"NOLAN AMBROGIO KODENZ." Nolan opens one eye, and takes out his earphones. "Uh oh. Full name."
"I'm trying to talk to you. Stop listening to..." I try to pick up his iPod, which he desperately tries to keep away from me.
"Hey!" He protests.
"Why are you hiding it? What, are you on Tinder?" Finally i manage to snatch it, and I press the power button. And burst into fits of giggles when I see what he's listening to.
"You listen to The Vamps?" I ask incredulously. He looks defensive.
"Just one song!" He argues. I pull out the earphone cord, and the music starts playing out loud. Then, I flick through his playlist.
"Oh my God, you do listen to them! What's that one song crap?" I tease. He scowls.
"But it is! See, Hurricane," he points to it. I nod exaggeratedly, and scroll down.
"But wait! See, Wake Up, Somebody to You, Can we Dance," I retort, smirking. "I thought you hated modern pop music."
"I do," he grumbles.
"Then?" I grin, pointing to the iPod.
"I like it," he mutters. I burst out laughing again.
"Your points about Marvin Gaye are invalid," I conclude.
"Whatever. You wanted to talk to me?" Good subject change My laughing subsides.
"Uh, yeah. You don't remember anything?"
"Not really. Sorry, El."
"It's alright. It might not even matter, if I take up Crayton's offer," I mumble the last part, but he still hears.
"What offer?"
"Nevermind. See you later," I say, and turn to exit. No point worrying him about it. But he grabs my arm.
"Why cant you just tell me if its so important?"
"Because...I cant. Just...I don't know!" I exclaim.
"Helpful," he says, raising an eyebrow.
"Ugh, I give up. Let me know when you remember, you might change back," I say.
"Change back?"
"To your old self," I reply.
'"So who I am now isn't good enough for you?" he demands.
"No...its just...you have to remember to understand," I sigh. He pauses.
"Why'd you leave the dance early the other day?" he asks. I take a deep breath. "I cant tell you."
"What? Why? Is there something else I missed when I forgot everything?" I nod.
"Bloody hell. I really needa remember shit," he runs his hand through his hair.
"Yeah. You do," I say.
"So you remember everything now?" I nod.
"You gonna tell Dr Haol?"
"Ugh, I don't want to," I reply. And, just my luck, he walks in.
"Speak of the devil," Nolan mutters.
"Have you remember anything else?" Dr Haol asks
"Yep, everything, its really personal so I don't want to tell you, and if I do, you might use it to try influence Nolan's memory, which would be bad, so I'm not sharing," I rant.
"But you have to for us-"
"No. You don't need to know for our files. If I don't want to say anything, I don't have to."
"We're trying to help you-" he begins.
"I don't need help, I already remembered," I point out. He waves his hand.
"Fine. Go," he says. I do, and skip outside. He doesn't freaking remember. Great. My phone beeps. Adam. How'd it go? I text back a quick reply. No go. I sigh, and hop in Crayton's car.
"Ella, I know it's rushed, but...I need to know your answer," Crayton says.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"Yeah. I just don't know if staying here's good for you-" I cut him off.
"Oh, cause it was so great at Mogadore, right?" I exclaim. He shakes his head. "I was bullied, abused, and you want me to go back?" I demand.
"You fit in quite well when you wanted to. Once they get past the soccer game, you can go back to the way you were."
"But-" Well, hang on. Half my friends have sort of distanced themselves from me, and since Nolan's still not his old self, and probably never will be, the only people worth staying for add up to about three, so why not? "You know what? Cool, lets do it," I reply.
"Really?" Crayton asks.
"Yep. I'll go pack." I race up the stairs, and into my room. I glanced around at the posters, and the clothes strewn over the floor. Then my eyes land on the dress. My old Mogadorian clothes. Well, if I'm going back, I'm doing it my way. My old way. I start chucking clothes into the bag. Mogadore, you better watch out. It's time for Ella to rule the school again.
"You will Skype, and text, and send letters!" Adam sends Drake a look.
"No-one sends letters anymore, doofus," he says.
"Hey! My great aunt Matilda does!" I snicker. I'm gonna miss these guys.
"Well, I'll call you later, 'kay?" I say, opening the car door.
"See ya later, Ella-gator!" Adam calls. I smile.
"Drake forgot the toilet paper!" I say back. Drake pouts.
"It's not my fault I couldn't find it," he grumbles. Adam and I exchange a glance, and he takes a small step away from Drake.
"Bye, guys," I wave. They wave back.
"Bye, El!" They say in sync. Creeps...Crayton starts driving.
"I liked those friends of yours. But I think it'll be good moving, so you wont get hurt anymore," he tells me. I nod absentmindedly, rolling down the window.
"Yeah. No more pain."
So...the sequel is about to begin. The longer wait for chapters is about to begin. Fun.
I kinda based Nolan's music taste around mine (okay, I base quite a lot of Nolan off of some of my quirks, but whatever), and me and my friend had pretty much that same convo about it when she saw my youtube once.
Also, any other story ideas for Ella's time at Mogadore are very welcome. There will be at least five or six chapters of her time there, so I want good, meaty stuff. Meaty stuff makes it sound weird, but whatever. But yeah, ideas are very welcome, and have a 99.9999999999999999999999999999999999999% chance of being used.
Until one of you guys gives me ideas,
HV out
