| An Amourshipping Story |
[but can be read as an individual story too]
mémoire = memory
The most tragic stories happen when a girl meets a boy and they fall in love. But when a girl falls in love with a boy who only existed in her memory, the stor...
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Clemont pushed his round glasses up his nose and decided not to knock.
Even after being only a year senior to the honey-blonde, he felt no less responsible for Serena than he did for Bonnie. She was his best friend—more like a sister now after all the years they had spent laughing, fighting and crying over things that were now left as sweet memories.
He had first met her when Grace approached him on a rainy July day. The four year old Serena was reluctantly trudging behind the brunette who was in her early twenties then. She kept her distance from him until she found out that he had baby Bonnie with him. She quickly warmed up to her and gradually to him.
Slowly they became the best of friends and siblings by soul. There was only very little that they didn't know about each other and they had agreed not to push for answers. Clemont was glad he and Bonnie had Serena with them. Grace was there but Bonnie grew closer to Serena and the honey blonde had helped him raise his sister to her thirteen year old self. Clemont was honest, and slightly flustered, to admit that he understood very little about girls. Bonnie and Serena had made a note to tease him about that whenever they got the chance. Serena had mockingly sympathized with him and proudly presented herself to be at service at all times.
She had kept her word wonderfully. And pride too.
Clemont sighed, giving Serena's bedroom door another thoughtful look before walking down the stairs.
"Where is Serena?" Bonnie's head peeked around the wooden frame of the kitchen doorway. Her face fell when she saw him coming down with a somber look on his face.
"She needs some alone time." He muttered, not looking up at her, his voice laden with helpless concern.
"Well there's nothing known as 'alone time' during Christmas!" She exclaimed and moved past her brother and up the stairs.
"Bonnie, don't barge in on her!" He shouted after her but she paid no heed to him. "Eureka!"
Bonnie slightly flinched and ran up the remainder of the stairs.
Not good. I better not mess up.
Thirteen year old Eureka, fondly called Bonnie, never felt the absence of a family. With Clemont and Serena she had everything that she could ever ask for. Back when she started elementary school, she used to wonder and ask about her parents all the time. Her friends always had their parents dropping and picking them up and it was hard for Bonnie to accept the fact that she could never boast about her parents like her friends did.
Serena and Clemont understood her childish banter and were always there with her, no matter how big of ruckus she created. Serena was not her real sister but that never mattered. Bonnie loved Serena as much as she loved Clemont and with her around it just made their little trio complete.
