𝟏𝟖 - marais

001. 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

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— one

third person

IT WAS THE end of 2017, new year's eve. the carlson and frantzich families were celebrating together at a log cabin, in vermont. every year, the two families went to vermont for the christmas break that their children got off from school.

caroline ophelia phelps carlson was in her senior year of high school, with tons of work waiting for her the next day she gets back from her week and a half vacation. her oldest sister, noel visited from the university of toronto, where she was studying to become a journalist. it was nice to have everyone together as a group, given that the kids were getting older and didn't have much time to see each other anymore.

separation between the kids started two years ago, when jonah decided to leave their home state to live out his dreams in la; creating a band with four of his best friends. he left behind his family, friends, but most importantly - phelps.

phelps. it was a nickname jonah had given the younger girl, when he was ten. being three years and four days younger, caroline was only seven at time. although age didn't stop the two from being best friends. everyday, they would hang out together. the brunette haired boy would always drive the younger girl to school, once he received his license.

the two had an inseparable bond - but that changed two years ago. jonah and caroline still talked, but their talks now were not as easy as they once were. they were more simple, an ocassional 'hey' or 'how are you?'. other than that, by looking at the two; you could have never guessed they were once close.

ryan seacrest talked on the big flat screen tv, while the phelps and frantzich's sat on the couch sipping hot coco, carrie made. caroline sipped her coco, slightly looking at the light green eyed boy sitting next to her. his eyes were fixed on the screen, dreaming of performing at nyc on new year's one day.

"we missed two whole years of doing things on the 18th of each month," the seventeen year old girl, whispers. jonah looks at her, confused at first forgetting about the pact they made when he was fourteen, and she was eleven. on decemeber 31st, 2012 - the two made a pact. the pact was to do everything they'd always wanted to do on the 18th of each month.

it was random. the number 18 had some significance. it was a lucky number for the two of them. the sum of their numbers on the day they were born added up to 18; june 2, june 16. caroline frowned at the boy, realizing that he had forgotten the promise they had made together.

"the 18th... remember? how we would always do things we always wanted to do on the 18th day of each month?" she said softly, reminding the boy. jonah's eyes went wide, feeling guilty that he had forgotten. even worse, that he had left his best friend for two whole years. two whole years and the first exchange between them, he can't even remember an agreement he made with her.

caroline finishes her coco, taking her mug to the sink. she rinses it, places it into the dishwasher. jonah looks after the girl and frowns, seeing the slightly hurt look in her eyes. did she think he didn't care? was this the end of their friendship? he shook his head out of his thoughts and walked up to the sink and did the same thing; rising his mug and then putting it into the dishwasher.

"i didn't forget, if that's what you think." jonah says quietly, standing a little distant from the girl.

her hair had gotten lighter, since the last time he saw her. blonde highlights complemented the faint waves she had in her caramel hair. her olive tanned skin shone in the light, and her eyelashes were darker. she had started wearing mascara.