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We pulled into the drive way and parked. " Presley what was your moms name?"

" Melissa. What was your moms name?"

" Simone"

" that's weird my mom had a best friend growing up who's name was Simone. That's actually why my middle name is Simone."

" my mom had a friend named Melissa too. She talked about her all the time. We use to even receive Christmas cards from them."

" I wonder if our moms were friends."

" you want to go find out I have photo books."

" yea let's go."

Tom put his key into the front door and turned the knob to let us in. Everyone was sat on the couch watching a movie. When bill saw me he ran up to me and took me into a hug.

" I was so worried about you are you ok?"

" yea I just had a lot going on in my mind and I just wanted some time alone. I'm ok though."

" hey bill do you know we're our old photo books are?" Tom asked bill. bill gave him a strange look but went to the book shelf and picked up a few.

" why do you wants them?"

" I just felt like looking at them."

Bill handed the books to Tom with a weird look. Tom took them and headed up to his room and I followed. I went to mind and grabbed mine as well. I knocked on toms door to see him looking at the book. He hadn't opened it yet.

" you can come in."

I walked in to see his walls were painted black. He had guitars all over the room. I went up to them and admired them. I always loved the guitar. You could either make a sweet soothing song or a loud song.

I sat next to him on his bed and placed my book on my lap. Tom took the first one and with shaky hands opened it.

" I haven't looked at these in years. I'm kind of nervous."

" it's ok Tom just take your time it can be hard looking at old memories but if we can't appreciate the old ones how can we appreciate the new ones."

He opened it up and I saw a picture of a woman I figured was his mom. She was beautiful Tom looked a little bit like her.

" she's so pretty Tom."

" yea inside and outside."

I saw a picture of her chasing two little boys in the back yard. The boys were smiling from ear to ear. I imagined what their laughs sounded like.

" we went to my grandmas that day. It was a good day we played for hours."

I looked at him and he was smiling at the pictures. I've never really seen him smile before but it was so beautiful it suited him.

He flipped the page to a picture of him and Bill. They looked around 3. Their faces were covered in cake and icing. They were such cute kids. I wonder if we would of been friends if we had known each other.

Towards the back of the book was a picture of his mom when she was younger. They were in a meadow and hugging each other. I recognized the other woman in the picture as my mom.

" Tom that's my mom. She lived near a meadow where she grew up. Look."

I opened up my book to see a picture of my mom with the same lady but in this one they were riding horses in the same meadow. " they're even wearing the same clothes. These pictures were from the same day. I always wondered who the other lady in the picture was."

I looked up at him and smiled. He ran out of the room leaving me confused at him suddenly leaving. After a few minutes I heard two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs.

Tom pov:

" bill you have to come see what I found out you'll never believe it."

" why can't you just tell me?"

" because you won't believe me if I tell you you have to see."

" fine I'll be back."

I grabbed his wrist and took him to my room.I was so excited he would be just as shocked as I was.

" why are you smiling you never smile."

" I have a reason to now."

I opened up my door to see bill confused as to why Presley was in my room.

Bill pov:
I was confused as to why Tom was being so nice to Presley when they hated each other earlier today. He texted me he had found her but it had been almost 2 hours after he sent that text when they came home.

When I walked into his room and saw her in there I got even more confused.

" ok bill so when I found her she was at the graveyard mom was buried at. We talked about both of our moms and discovered something look."

Tom opened up our old photo book. He use to always look at them when she first passed but he hadn't touched them in years.

" you see this picture here? We never knew where it was taken. Look at the lady next to her bill."

I looked at the picture and tired to figure out who the other lady was. She looked familiar but I couldn't exactly tell from where's I looked up at Presley and realized. She looked just like the lady in the picture.

" Presley is this your mom?"

" yea that picture was taken in the meadow my mom grew up near."

" so you mean our moms were best friends?"

" I guess so look at this letter my mom wrote me a while before she passed."

I looked at the letter and read it. I saw that her mom wrote about our mom and how she loved our mom so much that she gave Presley our moms name. I was speechless.

My mom always talked about her best friend growing up. She wanted to go visit them but things had been so busy they never got a chance.

I finished the letter and went to Presley. I gave her the biggest hug and even Tom joined in on it.

" I knew something about you seemed familiar."