Author's Note: It's me again! I wanted to do it a bit differently in this song. I do really like Christina Perri, but I strayed away from the original lyrics of her song bluebird. While I could still be wrong, I'm pretty sure that it's implied that an ex or semi-current girlfriend is the "bluebird", but I changed it, and I hope you like it :)

Day Fourteen: Bluebird by Christina Perri

I was walking around, not really sure of where I was, when I first saw her.

I had no idea where my uncle had gone, so I was walking around aimlessly. I knew I would be in trouble, but I just wanted some help.

As I looked around, trying to find a friendly-looking face, I saw this really pretty woman.

She had long brown hair and fair skin. She was wearing a red summery dress, which blew in the wind because of the wind off the sea. She looked out of place on the boardwalk, walking on the old wooden planks with families and people in bathing suits. She looked so pretty.

I wasn't sure why, but I decided to walk over to her, hoping that maybe she knew my uncle. She looked nice.

"Excuse me?" I said as sweetly as I could.

She looked up, then looked down at me. "Can I help you, Sweetie?" she said, stopping to get on my level and look me in the eyes.

"Can you please help me find my uncle? I think I lost him," I explained, looking around nervously.

She frowned. "You lost your uncle? Where did you last see him?" she asked.

I thought about it for a minute, looking up and down the boardwalk. Then, I pointed left. "I think we were down there. He was going to buy me ice cream…" I said, trailing off as I tried to remember exactly.

"Well, what does your uncle look like? Maybe I could help you find him," she said, taking my hand so I wouldn't get lost again.

I brought the pretty woman down the boardwalk, trying to recall where I last saw him. "He has light brown-ish hair and blue eyes and he's really tall," I explained, not sure how to explain what he looked like. "He was wearing a plain blue t-shirt," I added.

She nodded, looking around. She was a lot taller, so she could see more than I could. "Is that him?" she asked, looking over near the beach.

I looked. That wasn't him. "No."

She looked around again. "What about him?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

She pointed near the lemonade stand.

"Uh-uh!" I said, shaking my head incessantly.

Suddenly, I felt her pick me up. "Can you see him anywhere?" she asked.

I looked around and I didn't think I saw him. He wasn't on the beach or playing volleyball. He wasn't at the food stands. He wasn't near the picnic tables. He wasn't riding a bike.

"Oh, there he is!" I said, pointing farther over near the field next to the boardwalk.

She put me down, taking my hand and bringing me over.

"Uncle Toby!" I shouted, putting my arms around his legs. "I thought I lost you!"

"I was so worried! Don't you ever do that again," he said in a gentle, but stern, manner.

He looked up at the pretty woman. "She helped me find you," I said, smiling at the woman.

Uncle Toby looked a bit frozen when he saw her. "Thank you for helping her find me," he said cordially.

"It's no problem," she said. She looked pale, like she just blanched.

"Do you know each other?" I asked Uncle Toby. Just call it my sixth sense.

He took a deep breath before looking at me. "Yes, we do, from a long time ago," he explained.

The next time I saw the pretty woman was when I went to the local diner with Uncle Toby. I asked him if I could go and get a milkshake at the counter and he said yes as he gave me some money to give the waitress.

I sat at the counter. When I saw the girl who was on the other side, I smiled. It was the pretty woman who helped me find Uncle Toby.

"It's you again!" she said, a bit surprised.

"Hi. Can I have a chocolate milkshake?"

She nodded. I couldn't help but stare at her pretty hair. I wanted hair like hers when I got older. I wanted to look like her; she was so pretty.

I stared at the pastry display, thinking about the sweets inside, particularly the cookies. I loved the chocolate ones.

"Do you like cookies?" she asked, getting the things for my drink.

I nodded. "I love the chocolate ones," I said.

"I have a recipe for double chocolate cookies and peanut butter M&Ms," she told me.

My eyes brightened. "I love peanut butter, too!" I exclaimed

She
smiled at me. "Are you here with your uncle?" she asked as she made the milkshake.

I nodded. "I stay with Uncle Toby for a month every summer while my mommy and daddy are on vacation," I explained. "He's my favorite uncle. He's the best. He's so nice and we always do the best things together," I explained. I remembered how she knew my uncle. "Don't you think so? Was he something special to you?"

She thought about it as she poured the drink for me. "Um…well…he's very nice," she said. I could tell that it was a forced compliment. "We were just friends with some of the same people. I don't know your uncle that well," she said.

I nodded, a bit disappointed.

"You should probably go back to your uncle," she suggested.

"He knows where I am," I said, looking back over to Uncle Toby. I looked at the woman again. "I wanted to say thank you for helping me find him," I added as I kicked my feet underneath he counter, swaying them back and forth.

She smiled. "It was no big deal. Tell your Uncle Toby that I said hello, okay? I have to get back to work."

I frowned, but went back to him with my milkshake.

"The girl said 'Hi'," I said before continuing to drink.

He tried to force a smile, but it didn't work. I figured out that something weird happened between the two of them.

I walked in the store with my mom. She told me to stay near the accessories (hats, shoes…all those fun things).

I stayed, like I was told, but not without trying on all of the floppy hats. I looked at my reflections, giggling at how ridiculous I looked.

"How cute," a familiar voice said from behind me. I knew it wasn't my mom.

I saw the same woman again. Gee, I was seeing her everywhere these days!

"This hat is my favorite," I said as I played with the dark purple hat on my head. "It's my favorite color," I explained.

"Your uncle isn't here with you, is he?" she asked, a bit surprised.

I realized what it looked like. That would be pretty weird, considering that this store was a women's clothing store.

I shook my head. "I'm here with my mommy today. She's going to go get something. I forgot. She told me to stay here. Are you going to see him?" I asked.

She looked at me before shaking her head. "I'm not really friends with Uncle Toby, sweetie. I never really see him," she confessed.

I nodded, trying to understand. There was still something weird between the two of them! "But you know each other, right?" I asked, cautiously.

"We've met before…" she said, trailing off.

I waited for more. Finally, I said, "There's something weird about you. I'm going to find out what it is."

She laughed, not really believing it. She looked sad, anyway.

"I should go before your mommy comes back and wonders what you're doing talking to a stranger," she said as she looked over towards the cash register, where I saw my mommy returning something.

"You're not a stranger," I insisted.

"Your mommy doesn't know me," she reminded me.

I looked down at my feet awkwardly.

She walked through the pouring rain, thinking about everything as her pretty summer dress got rain all over it. She slid into the driver's seat of her car and began to cry.

She was lying to me before; she did know my Uncle Toby. Maybe she didn't really want to remember. Her heart was broken because of things that happened between them. She still didn't know if she could heal, or if she would ever really recover from the two of them. Seeing me just made it worse.

She sniffled, trying to think of something to clear her mind. It was hard to think of anything but him, yet hard to think of him. She was just so torn about how to feel.

I know what I wanted her to do.

She knocked on the door to Uncle Toby's house. I guess she was expecting for me to answer. She hadn't seen me in three weeks (a new record!) and I guess she was missing me a little bit. I guess I'm a ham.

She was quite shocked when the face that greeted her at the door was that of Uncle Toby.

"Spencer? What are you doing here?" he asked her.

She shifted uncomfortably. "I just wanted to know if your niece was still here. When you and her went to the diner and she asked me for a milkshake, I told her about these double chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies and she said she'd love them. I thought I would bring her some," she said as she showed him the red tin of cookies in her hand.

"She's taking a nap," he explained, crossing his arms, his guard still up.

"Toby, I…I'm sorry. Okay? I am so, so sorry for pain I caused you. But you hurt me, too," she said. "It's been so hard without you there. And she…" she trailed off, thinking of me.

"I guess she just reminds me of you. And I just adore that little girl, with her pretty blue eyes and the cute little blue dress," she said with a small smile on her face.

He looked down, uncomfortable. "She's a dead ringer for her mother," he commented.

"I just want to start over again."

I had overheard talking as I lingered in the upstairs hallway. Curious, I came down to see what that was all about. I stood down the hall, behind Uncle Toby. Neither one of them noticed me behind him.

"What's going on?" I asked, calling them to my attention.

They both turned back to look at me.

"Spencer brought cookies that she thought you would like. She made them. I was about to call you and invite you to have some," Uncle Toby explained.

My eyes lit up thinking of cookies.

"And Spencer can join us."

Spencer smiled behind him. Uncle Toby smiled at her with his eyes…or something like that. It sounded cooler in my head.

"Can I have milk with my cookies?" I asked as I skipped into the dining room behind Spencer and Uncle Toby.

"Of course you can," Toby promised.

I gave him a toothy grin before sitting down next to Spencer. That weirdness I felt between the two of them was kind of gone. I don't know what Spencer was talking about when it came to them not being friends, but they seemed like they'd known each other for forever when I sat with them.

dreamcatch3r: It's okay. I suck at reviewing constantly, too :) No worries. You should most definitely check them out. My taste in music is certainly eclectic, but I happen to like it (which is pretty fitting, considering it is my taste in music). I feel like a lot of writers on here are either good at writing one-shots or good at writing multi-chapters; there's a very fine, very thin line in between that very few can balance. I always thought I was more the multi-chapter person, but maybe I am a one-shot person :)

AL3110: I like my iPhone, especially since it still works even after I got it wet, so I'll blame iTunes for the next part: I was trying to put Marina on my phone and iTunes decided to delete ALL of my playlists, INCLUDING the one which I had all of the one-shot songs under, so yay. Lucky me, I am one of those people who plans WAY in advance, so I already have the first 50 one-shots already picked out (two Marina songs: #8 with "Homewrecker" and #43 [I think] with "I Am Not a Robot").

eveningshades1107: Good for you! I feel like if I knew you, we'd be the best of friends. Is it a musical or a play? Should I be hearing you talk of soliloquies soon? That reminds me...when I went to London, the player in the Globe Theatre who was giving us a tour was telling us about how one of his friends was Hamlet and went downstage to make his soliloquy when one of the groundlings was so taken aback that she began to stroke his foot. I imagine that would be quite awkward. I would be doing the musical, but I fear that I'm having vocal problems, and the musical we're doing is not something I'd callus my vocal chords for. Grease or Rent? I'd still do it. Mame? No thanks, darling. Um, really, I left that vague intentionally because it didn't really matter. It could've been Ian or Wren. Whichever. But yeah, I guess I was envisioning Ian more when I wrote it :)

In case anyone didn't figure it out (and I forgot to say so in the last chapter's author's note), Spencer was preggers in the last one-shot (which would explain her sickness).

The next one shot is Brown Eyes by Lady Gaga. I hope I can actually sit still to write it. I've just been so stressed lately.

Okay, bye! -Kayson