Hidden Memories and Unspoken Desires

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

"Hey, do you want to stay for dinner?" Ambrose asked as he looked at me. I was about to leave. I have been here for a while. The stream is over, and I just remembered my 21st birthday. I don't remember Ambrose kissing me. Did he? I have no idea, "Me and Archie are just going to order a pizza?"

"You know what, yeah, I'll stay." I spoke as I walked away from the door and sat down on the couch where Ambrose is sitting. I looked at him and thought about my birthday. I don't remember him kissing me at all. Until now.

Maybe while I eat with them, I can talk about it and bring up the kiss. Maybe Ambrose will tell me it didn't happen then, I must be making it up. I was drunk after all. But if it really did happen then why didn't I remember it until now?

I still have no idea why I remembered this until now. Am I making it up? Why would I make that up? Do I want to kiss him? Or have I already? Have I kissed him? How did it feel? I have no idea what the hell I'm thinking or what is real.

Soon the pizza came. Ambrose answered the door and gave the man the money. I smiled once the pizza was placed on the table. I was so hungry. I took a piece of pizza and started to eat it. While were eating I thought it would be a suitable time to bring up the kiss.

"So," I started. I'm not sure how to put this into words. How am I supposed to talk about a kiss I didn't remember until now? What if I'm making it all up? I was drunk so maybe, it didn't happen. I won't know until I ask, and both of the boys are looking at me waiting, "Remember my 21st birthday?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Ambrose spoke as he opened a bottle of soda and poured everyone a cup. It was my favorite. Orange. I love orange flavored sodas and orange cream flavored ones. But the orange cream flavored ones are hard to find. At least for me.

"Well," I spoke as I put the pizza up to my mouth. How am I supposed to ask this? How am I supposed to ask something that I didn't remember. Maybe I'm making it up. Yes, that has to be it. If I'm making it up all I have to do is ask and what he says will tell me what I want, "Do you remember that kiss you gave me?" I asked as I took a bit of the pizza, so I don't have to say another word.

Ambrose didn't say anything. He just lowered his drink. His face wasn't filled with happiness like it was before. It was now filled with sadness. That look alone tells me all I need to know. He did kiss me that day and for some reason I didn't remember it until now. As to why I remember it now, I have no idea.

***

"I should get going now." I spoke awhile after the pizza was put away and the soda was stored away. I have been here for longer than I planned, and I think I ruined the vibe by asking that question.

"Yeah, you have a big day tomorrow." Archie spoke as he gave me a hug. I smiled and hugged him back.

"It's just my birthday tomorrow." I spoke as Archie pulled away, "I'm going to be 22, there's nothing big about that."

"Yes, there is." Archie spoke with a smile, "You're going to hang out with us, right?"

"Of course, I am." I spoke as I looked at Ambrose. He still looked sad. He looked like I just told him his mother died. But I only asked about a kiss, "I'll see you two tomorrow." I smiled as I opened the door and walked out. I got in my car and drove home.

***

Ambrose parked his car in his drive way. Once he killed the engine he put his head on the steering wheel, "What the hell did I just do?" He asked himself as he opened the door and got out. Once he made sure the car was locked. He went inside.

He went to his bedroom and put all his stuff up. Then he choose to take a shower. It will help clean everything that happened today off. Even that kiss. He doesn't want to forget the kiss, but he knows he should. She won't even remember it by morning.

She's too drunk to remember. So, what's the point in remembering? Why remember something to a love that's so one sided. She doesn't like him back. So, why does he keep trying. He doesn't know. He's madly in love with her and he doesn't think it'll change.

He walked into his bathroom and turned on the shower. He waited for the water to warm up a bit then started to take off his clothes. After he got his clothes off, he got in the shower. He liked the feeling of the hot water on his skin. It just calmed him down and made him forget what he just did.

Soon he was done with his shower. He got out and dried off. He got dressed in his pajamas. He was about to walk out of his bathroom when he got a phone call. He froze as he looked at his phone. He for sure thought it was Rosie. He can't answer the call if it's her. But what if it's someone else? He has to check.

He picked up his phone sighing once he saw the name, "Archie, hey." He spoke as he walked out of his bathroom turning the light off.

"What the hell was that?" Archie asked as Ambrose sat down on his bed and looked around.

"I don't know." Ambrose said as he laid down on his bed rubbing his face with his free hand, "I don't know what came over me."

"Hopefully she doesn't remember it in the morning." Archie spoke as Ambrose sighed and closed his eyes.

"Did she say anything about it in the car?"

"No, she just fell asleep."

"Good, I don't think she'll remember it. She's too drunk to."

"Let's hope you're right."

***

"I thought you said she didn't remember it." Ambrose spoke once Rosie's car was out of view.

"She didn't" Archie spoke as he looked at the man in front of him, "She didn't say anything about it until now. I thought she didn't know."

"Unless she did know but kept it hidden until now."

"Why would she do that? We all know Rosie; she can't keep anything to herself."

"But why wouldn't she say anything about it until now?"

"I don't know, maybe she didn't remember until now? You know, sometimes your brain stops you from remembering stuff then out of nowhere you remember it one day?"

"I am so fucked."

"No shit."