Remember Me?

sixteen

I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. God that fair was a blast. Besides the moment when Stella spilt the popcorn I bought her, with my own money, might I add.

A crash downstairs broke me from my thoughts. "What the..." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes, as I rushed downstairs.

"Hey-yeah. Um, I-uh, kinda, uh broke this plate..?" Trent frowned, staring at the pile of glass on the kitchen floor.

I chuckled and eyed him. "Was it expensive?" he urged, and I frowned.

"Oh my lordey! That plate itself was 75 dollars, Trent! If mom finds out..." I shouted.

"It was that expensive! I only get paid 7 dollars an hour at my job. Bro, what am I gonna do?" he groaned, as he knelt down on the floor, collecting the pieces and throwing them in the trash. "Why me? All I wanted to do was make a hot pocket!" he sighed, and I smirked.

"Trent?"

"Yes?"

"Mom got that plate at the dollar tree.." I smiled, and Trent shook his head.

"What-No, you-you, lied-to-me?!?" he laughed, dramatically. "I was just about to blame it on you." he said, before leaving the room, forgetting about the hot pocket.

"By god." I mumbled, as I picked up the few pieces of glass left on the floor. "Stupid kid." I added, once the floor was rid of any glass.

After a few minutes of watching some really old, uninteresting soap opera, my phone rang, showing Luke's number.

"Yellow." I laughed, unattractively, as Luke coughed. "What."

"I'm sick!" Luke whined, and my face stood emotionless.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do?" I laughed, hearing him choke on the other line.

"I'm sick!" he groaned, and I almost fell off the couch.

"You said that already, you idiot. Go tell mama Hemmings to get you some medicine." I advised him, and he grumbled.

"But she is being mean." he sighed, and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm getting a feeling that this phone call is meaningless. Go ask Liz to please give you some medicine, or go get it yourself." I laughed. "And make sure you keep the 'please' in that sentence, you rude boy." I finished.

"Fine..." he sighed, and I groaned.

"That wasn't rocket science now, was it?" I smirked when Luke got back on the line.

"I'm pretty sure that was the toughest thing I've ever done in my life" he grumbled, and I face palmed.

"Sure it was, Luke. Sure it was." I laugh to myself, as Luke and I continue talking for awhile.

When Luke finishes his story of an old woman beating him with a bag incident as he was trying to help her cross the street, I get myself to stop laughing.

"Listen, Luke. As much as I hate your stories, this one is really good. You should make it into a funny video." I advise him, only hearing him chuckle over the line.

"Aside from my beautiful stories, are you going to that party this weekend?" Luke asks me, and I quirk an eyebrow, only noticing that he can't see my confused expression.

"Not that I know of...and who hosts a party in the middle of the summer!" I say, and I hear Luke gasp. "What is it, now?"

"I dropped the medication and I can't find the pill! It's somewhere under the bed. Oh well, it's Molly's now." he says casually, and then I gasp.

"Luke! That is definitely not good for dogs. What if it gets Molly sick. I won't ever forgive you." I shout, worrying about Luke's poor dog.

"Oh please, I was joking. There's no way Molly could fit under my bed. If you don't remember, my bed does almost touch the floor." Luke reminds me, and I laugh nervously.

"Hey, you never know. That dog can do anything if it sets its mind to it." I tell Luke, imagining his dog, Molly, wearing a cape as she lifts up Luke's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles covered bed, eventually getting to the pill. I quietly laugh at the thought.

"Mom says I have to sleep. But I'm not tired! Uhg." Luke yawns, quieting down for a minute before speaking again. "I'm gonna go to bed, I've been so sleepy this whole morning. Goodnight, Brooke." he mumbles, hanging up before I get the chance to call him out on what he said, because it made no sense at all. Goodnight?

"This kid..." I whisper to myself, as I hop up off of my bed to open the window, before the late morning breeze disappears.

Just as I open the window, a piece of paper floats into my room, landing a few feet behind me.

I quickly look over, doing a double take, before I pick up the item, finding that it was not only a piece of paper, but a letter...to me.