PLEASE READ THIS NOTE

Ok, if you have a history of any type of depression or cutting or any thoughts of self harm, this chapter does not need to be read and if you do or have had those- PLEASE DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER. I don't really have it happen, but it is mentioned so I just want people to be cautious cause I know that stuff is very easy yet very hard to do. Also, before anyone accuses me of making a joke out of it or something, DON'T. To be honest, I haven't been feeling that well (not sick wise) lately and will explain later. But please just take my advice and also message me, I'll explain what happened in the chapter. Thank you.

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"You want something to eat first?"

Cherry shrugged, "Depends on what we're doing."

"Fine," Soda sighed teasingly, "I was gonna take you to the park for our date then kinda just walk around and ya know, kinda talk. To maybe, ya know, jog your memory."

The redhead smiled, making Soda smile back. "That sounds nice."

Soda's smile grew a little and he led her to a car. "My brother let me borrow his truck so I could put the basket thing in the back seat," he said as they got into the car. He motioned to the back seat as they both shut their doors. Cherry looked and saw a picnic basket resting on the back seat of the car. She looked back at Soda and nodded with a slight smile on her face.

Cherry was still pretty uneasy about everyone and being alone with them. She felt bad about her feeling that way, but she couldn't get rid of the feeling. She had tried nearly everything in the past two weeks to get the feeling to go away, but nothing worked. She figured it was cause she didn't really remember them and expected the feeling to go away as time went on and she got her memory back.

"Anything you want to know," Soda started, taking her from her thoughts and her attention going on him, "Just ask."

"I'll do that," Cherry smiled.

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Evie sat at home waiting for Lily and Kathy to have their monthly sleepover and movie night. Every Friday, on the local television program, they would have some sort of movie event thing where they would play a few movies with either a few of the same genre or a few of the same actor that was the main character, or both combined. It would end at midnight like every other station on the television. This week it was one of those combination ones. It was Katharine Hepburn comedies: Bringing Up Baby, The African Queen, and Pat and Mike.

Out of the three movies, she couldn't decide which she liked best. But if she had to choose from Spencer Tracy, Cary Grant or Humphrey Bogart as her favorite leading man in the films or just her favorite male actor in general- her answer would always be Cary Grant. She had seen nearly all his movies all the way up to Father Goose released in 1964.

Knowing Evie, you wouldn't think she liked movies as much as she did. She just didn't seem the type that would be so interested in movies. Everyone thought it was just Soda's little brother Ponyboy that was into the movies and books and reading. A lot of people didn't know this about Evie, but she actually loved to read and write, ever since she was about ten years old. At the bottom of her closet, there was about fifty to one hundred and fifty notebooks with her little short stories or books that she had wanted to write and did finish- just never published- that she had written since she first started. The only story that wasn't there was her first that she completed and was actually proud of that she started when she was eleven and finished when she had just turned thirteen. It was a short story told from the third person about someone who would hide how they really did things and only exposed them to certain people that they trusted. It was on some folded up pieces of notebook paper that she had with her everywhere she went- yet of course she used her mother's old type writer to type up in case something ever happened to it.

She heard a few knocks on the door followed by a "We're here!" The voice she recognized belonged to Kathy, Two-Bit's girlfriend.

Evie got up and jogged over to the door. "I'm comin'!... hey you two," she smiled and let the two in.

Lily- Two-Bit's kid sister- and Kathy both smiled, walked in and set their overnight bags against the wall. "Cherry's not here?" Lily asked and sat down on the couch.

Evie shook her head. "She's out with Soda."

"Oh yeah, how's she doin'?" Kathy asked.

Evie shrugged a bit. "I don't know, I think so… but there was something weird on her wrists."

Both Lily and Kathy gave confused looks. "What kind of marks do you mean?"

"I don't really know. When I was helping her get ready for her date with Soda, I saw these weird lines on her wrists and leading up to the edge of where her arm bends at the elbow, but ya know, on the wrist side. "

"Did she mention it at all?"

Evie shook her head. "No, she didn't seem to even notice. They're obviously from before the… well, ya know. They look like lines, but they're faint scars. On both of her arms."

"Maybe you can ask her later?" Lily suggested with a shrug.

Evie shrugged and let out a sigh and shrugged. The three then abandoned the topic of their conversation and got ready for when the movies would start on the local television station. For the majority of Bringing Up Baby, her attention was on something else.

Evie just couldn't really sit and enjoy the majority of Bringing Up Baby. She couldn't help but think about the redhead's wrists and what she had seen earlier; the lines that were scars, with a red tint and how both ends of one line on were faint as if the lines were done quickly and artificially almost- almost like they were caused intentionally and not even by some accident. What are those marks? Evie thought to herself. From what she could tell, Cherry didn't even notice what they were or that they were even there.

She probably don't even remember what they're from, Evie thought with a sigh and tried to concentrate on Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant looking for a tiger.

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Marcia sat on the bed in the guest room of her extended family's home.

The family was her mother's cousin Kitty. Marcia didn't know her real name since all her life, she knew the woman as "Kitty", but she guessed that her name was something like Katherine or something of the sort. She lived in the state of Wisconsin up north in a little suburb called Point Place. It wasn't a huge town, but it was a nice little town. Kitty lived with her husband- who everyone called Red- and their two kids, Laurie and Eric. Laurie was nine years old, soon going on ten, and Eric was seven. Maria didn't know too many details of the family, but her and her parents visited them for two-thirds of the summer every year since she was little. Supposedly, her mother and her cousin Kitty were very close ever since they were kids and were sometimes even a bit closer than Kitty was with her own sister.

Marcia was always excited to go see them- even though Kitty's husband Red scared her sometimes- but this time she wasn't as excited as normal. She had a strong feeling of guilt. She wished she could've stayed back in Tulsa, just this one time. She felt bad about leaving Sodapop with Cherry, but she knew she wouldn't be able to handle seeing her best friend so confused and not knowing everything they had been through since they've been friends. She wouldn't be able to handle her best friend having amnesia, so- despite her massive feeling of depression- Cherry would talk about having an interest in Soda, so she thought maybe he could handle it.

A knock on the door took her from her thoughts. "Marcia?" she heard in little Laurie's voice as the door creaked open.

Marcia turned and saw Laurie and her little brother poking their heads in. Marcia gave the two a weak smile, "Hey Laurie. Hey Eric."

Laurie turned to her little brother and smirked a little, "She said hi to me first!" Laurie stuck her tongue out at the little boy.

Eric frowned at the slightly older blonde girl, "That's cause you went in first!"

Marcia chuckled. "Do you two wanna come in?" she asked with a smile still in place and trying to get the two to drop their pointless argument. The two did as she thought and dropped it and ran over and sat at both her right and left side. "So what's up?"

"We wanted to know why you've been so sad lately," Eric said to her curiously.

Marcia's frown returned. "Oh, um… my best friend back home. She's uh… she's really sick."

Laurie gave a confused look. "She doesn't feel good?"

Marcia shook her head and managed a weak smile. "No, not really."

Eric's face lit up and he jumped up. "Can we make cards for her? It might make her feel better!"

Marcia chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, sure. She'd like that."

Both Eric and Laurie smiled at her answer and ran out the room. Marcia smiled and laughed at her two little distant cousins and ran to the doorway of the room and watched as the two siblings ran down the stairs past their mother and father. "What the hell was that?" Red asked with a confused expression, looking back and forth between Marcia and Kitty, and Marcia couldn't help but laugh again.

Ok, hopefully you guys all saw my beginning note. I said I would explain what I meant when I said that I wasn't feeling good- but not sick. I explained this in the author's note at the end of "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" chapter in my expendables story "Nighthawks". Something happened that basically made me depressed for about a month in total and I'm finally getting over it. But it was something my mom said that really made me consider things between me and other adults since I'm still a teenager, but I won't go to into it cause I'm better than I was, just not 100% yet- which is also part of the reason I haven't updated in forever. I didn't think I should be writing something like this story with me feeling bad and maybe cause something.

Anyway- finally a good update: my dad's birthday was yesterday, I finished school last Friday and bought myself a billy idol cd to congratulate myself that has all my favorite songs of his, and I'm watching pretty in pink as I type.

So, hope you enjoyed this chapter- peace from all the hippies of the world. =^-^=