A Trip Down Memory Lane by Amicia Bianchi (classic fiction .txt) 📕

Friday July 25, 2008

I heard footsteps running down the hall. They had been running back and forth all day basically since I woke up. Never stopping or slowing and to say it was supposed to be about me but I had yet to see someone who had even bothered to come close to my room's door. I looked in the expensive looking, golden, oval shaped mirror before me and I smiled at what I saw. Then I thought about what was happening today and then after a while I began to doubt. I shook my head furiously trying to tell myself no it's going to be great and you are going to look beautiful. No one's paying attention now but when you make your appearance all eyes will be on you. I mean absolutely stunning and his jaw is going to drop all the way to the floor and you're going to laugh and be happy. I have a reason to be nervous but not to doubt, I argued with myself. I looked at the expensive vanity table before me and amongst all of the things that were sprawled on the marble I saw a picture frame with two pictures in it. The pictures I remembered from some time ago, next to it was another picture frame that had two pictures in it also. I smiled down at these pictures; one was a little more recent than the one in the other frame. But the second one in the other frame was the most recent of all. I looked back at the first two pictures they were encased in a pink frame each picture had a red heart around it. And in between the two hearts was one simple word 'love' written in green, apparently, handwritten cursive letters. The word wasn't originally there but from the beautiful hand writing I could tell that it had been written in by, a certain someone, whom I just happen to know who that might be. My smile widened at the thought that he had possibly thought enough about me to do something like this, he's so sweet! He must have thought to put them here just in case… or he just forgot, I'll find out later… The pictures were of me and the other of him and they were separate because at the time they were taken you couldn't have gotten us to take one together for anything in the world not even money. I laughed at the thought, my mind already taking the trip back into the past...

6 years earlier Monday, September 2

I had just eased and parked my jet black BMW into the school parking lot that sunny morning. He pulled up right next to me in his gray Mercedes Benz. When we got out of our cars we exchanged a pretty heated glare and walked our separate ways. I went to my locker with my two best friends, Silvia and Tonya chatting about all kinds of things. Silvia’s new crush Bryan; Tonya’s finally getting together with Joey, and pretty much just what’s been going on lately that kind of thing. Just everything and anything; our lockers were right next to each other so it was convenient. “So when Joey had asked me out I thought I was about to faint! He had been watching me all night and-” that’s when he walked right there in front of me. I held back a growl, “what do you want?” I said sweetly trying to go for as short and less torturing as possible like they say short and sweet. “You know what I want it’s the same as always. It never changes and never will.” I should have known he was going to be difficult and it wasn’t going to be short either, sigh. He gave me a look that, I guess crossed everybody else’s mind as seductive, because some girls in the hallway gasped suddenly. Silvia and Tonya passed a look between them, one that I did not like, and suppressed a giggle going to an “ooohh” with their hand over their mouths. It seemed they were taking this wrong and concocting things again, “That’s nice and all; I mean very flattering and all but” I said it sweetly yet also with an underlying sarcastic bitterness to it, narrowing my eyes but I whispered this last part, “I don’t want you.” He laughed not being hurt or offended at all you could see the insult just rolled off his bad like the water droplets in the shower, “not like that, you know what I mean.” He had said it giving me that death glare that everyone thought was his ‘I’m throwing my masculine wiles at you’ look. Then he proceeded to put his hand on my closed locker door and lean forward on it using just that to support him. My heart began to pound at his close proximity wondering what he was going to do. I could smell his cologne from the close range and it was intoxicating and driving me crazy! What do they put in cologne now-a-days some kind of drug to make you do or think things? Because I was, for some reason, seriously thinking of grabbing him and kissing him and just doing some things in this hallway that would leave every one stunned. I mean every one shocked even my two best friends with their jaws locked in a position to the ground and stretching all the way out the door. Worse than any kind of P.D.A. you’ve seen in the hallway. But anyway I was using all my might to hold myself from jumping him; what is wrong with me, I clutched my books to my chest. Digging my nails in it as hard as I could my grip was so tight my knuckles were white just from the effort. When his face reached my ear I was on the edge of breaking! I could feel his hot breath on my ear and neck I could have easily just jumped him or at least whispered that we could meet later and surely…. He paused. “Are you going to say anything or are we going to stay like this?” I managed to say with firmness that I don’t even know where it came from. I wanted him to say what he need and move on with his day. I couldn’t hold on all day like he seemed to stay there for, and then he finally spoke, “Mr. Finny wants to see us in his office first period.” I exhaled deeply, I hadn’t noticed I was holding my breathe. He pulled away and my face turned a slight shade of pink from the impure thought’s I was thinking I’m surprised I even heard him over the loud thumping in my head and the voice. I smiled and he was about to turn and walk away when I grabbed his hand, “wait,” my voice came out huskily. “Right now?” he made a face and a corner of his mouth twitched as he struggled not to laugh at me. “Yes of course now come along now my chauvinistic vagrant.” I quickly narrowed my eyes in a playful kind of way then. I turned to my shocked friends, “I’ll see you guys later.” Then we walked to the principal’s office all the while my face was getting redder by the second and right before we went in. I hurried past him in whispering to him, “You think I’m stupid and I don’t know what you’re saying, you conceited hobo.” My face finally was rid of the deep blush that I had just moments ago. Then I smiled and took the seat on the right as he slowly sat in the one on the left and passed me a look. I smiled at him sweetly, reached over, and patted his hand, “so what was it that you wanted to speak to us about Mr. Finny?”

Friday July 25, 2008

I gave the pink picture frame one last knowing smile kissing the words 'love' then set it back down. If we only knew back then I wonder what we would have done probably only fought the feelings harder or would we have given up easier it's hard to tell but I'm glad we finally found our happy ending after fighting each other for so many years… I tapped the picture with a tender finger then I turned my attention back to the second picture frame and my smile widened. I heard a set of footsteps and they had reached about halfway down the hall they moved hesitantly down the hall. I wonder how these got here. Then a thought came to me. I thought, maybe just maybe, as my thoughts went to the time in which the picture was taken.

6 years earlier Monday, May 6

I had pulled into my usual spot at the school parking lot. I had actually had lots of anticipation stored up for today. I sat in my BMW for a moment then I smiled when I looked in my rear view mirror to find his familiar Mercedes Benz pulling up to park next to my car. I opened my car door in a rush of excitement. "How's your morning?" I asked him as he stepped out of his car. "It was okay until I saw you…." He trailed off as he came around the car to stand in front of me. He held eye