Roses and time

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
    I slam the door when I get my small one story house and stumble to my room, flopping down on my bed face down. I close my eyes and try to process what just happened,  the memories flow back and I try to analyse them. 

I had yelled at her to tell me her name and to my horror her name was Liliane, it was starting to look more and more like she was the girl from my past. When she had asked my name I told her and she gasped and ran to hug me.

When I didn't respond she took it as I don't remember so she preceded to tell me all about our past, she then said she would drop by my house the next day so we could hang out. I was so dazed I could only nod when she asked if I live at the same place as before.

I groan as I realize I'll have to see her tommorow, I don't really care that we new each other I would really prefer to spend my day painting. I sigh and get up, there's no point in sitting here when I could be making dinner.

I'm surprised when my mother barges into my room, she's usually at work right now.

"I ordered pizza to celebrate the last day of school! I hope Hawaiian pizza sounds good." I nod, my mother and I are the only people I know who like pineapple pizza although we only have it once in a while.

She smiles and walks off, I elect to get changed into some pg pants and a big t-shirt, my mother is on the couch watching her favorite show. I sit down with her and we both watch the show, it's good and keeps me distracted from the other things swirling around in the background.

Soon the doorbell rings and I jump up, I open the door and a guy with our pizza is there. He smiles at me and I do my best to smile although it comes out as a grimace. I close the door and swirl around to meet my smiling mother,

"So, that boy was cute right."  she says a mischievous glint shining in her eyes,

"No" I say abruptly with heat rising to my cheeks making her smile grow,

"He certainly liked you, are you sure you don't like him." she says proding my resolve.

"Yes! He's not my type.." I whisper the last part, I haven't figured out a way to tell her that I have a different taste than that. The image of Liliane popped into my mind and a warm blush colored my cheeks, I shake my head scolding myself for having such thought.

"One day you'll have to tell what exactly your type is.." she says in a resigned voice while raising her hands although a suspicious flash in her eyes tells me this isn't over.

I groan and push past her to put the pizza in the kitchen,  I grab a plate and place two slices on my plate. My follows close behind grabbing her own plate, I walk to the couch and sit down.

My mother comes and gives me a can of Coke, she sits next to me and we spend the rest of the night watching our favorite show.

Eventually me and my mother get's tired and we head to bed, I climb into my bed and turn off the light. My dreams are empty as usual and when I wake up I feel well rested, I check the time to find that it's eight in the morning. I yawn and pull myself out of bed, they will have delivered the mail by now.

I slip on my slippers and walk outside and look in the mailbox,

"Hey!" the sound makes me jump and I turn around to see Liliane waving at me with a big smile. I blush at the thought of what I must look like right now with my pj's and messy hair.

"You ready to hang out, I've been waiting all morning to walk over here" I analyse her words and realize that in my daze yesterday I did'nt notice when she had yelled "eight fifteen!" at me.

"I can wait a little longer if you want" she says eyeing me with a giggle. I blush and try to smooth my shirt, with an awkward laugh I grimace,

"That would be great...thanks" I say, she smiles and nodes,

"Then i'll just wait for you inside!" she chirps, my heart sinks but I wave her in and head inside.