Don't You Forget About Me

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"10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!" we all chanted with the tv, as the ball at the top of One Times Square in Times Square dropped. The lights on the little screen lit up the whole cabin considering we shut off all of the lights. This time we moved to the boy's cabin because we thought we could change it up a bit since we always are in the girl's.

I shook my head at all the thoughts that were going inside my head because Cayden had turned my body to kiss his soft, plump lips. "Happy New Years, babe." he hugged me and kissed my forehead. Under his breath I could hear him breathe out, "Kind of". I shut my eyes trying not to cry as everyone around us sipped their cups of champagne, but mine was apple cider. I hate the smell and taste of alcohol. It makes me sick. Everytime I smell it on somebody else, it's like I'm back at my house trying to get my mom to her room because she was stumbling over everything else. Oh, man. I bet by now she's wasted at some bar somewhere with her "friends" grinding on 'the man of the night'.

I didn't feel anyone holding me anymore, instead I felt a cold substance being spilt all over the front of my shirt. "Whoops." I saw Tatiana say, but before I could yell at her for being an idiot, I felt my dinner crawling back up my esophagus. The next thing I knew, I was bolting to the nearest trash can to hurl.

I looked back and saw Tatiana and Alison doing their dumb little white girl hand shake, Justin chuckling to himself, Dean holding back laughs, Alex choking from laughter, James giving me a disgusted look, and Ryan giving me a sympathetic expression. Cayden and Jazmine rushed towards me helping me up. My eyes started to water and it wasn't because of the stomach acid burning my throat. That was the last thing I heard from my friends. Their loud chuckles as I sit on the ground helpless and all of the broken memories from my mother flowing into my head.

I woke up at 5 o'clock in the morning with body warmth radiating next to me. I looked to my right and saw Cayden with his arms wrapped around my waist and his head buried in my hair. "Cay, we have to wake up. We're leaving in an hour." I shook him slightly and his eyes slowly started to open. His chocolate brown orbs finally coming into view.

"Okay. I'm up." I smiled slightly and tried to get up, but his grip tightened causing me to fall back into his rock hard chest. "Can we please just lay here for five more minutes?" I nodded my head and snuggled into him more.

"I would very much like that." We laid there just like that for a couple more minutes, but then Jazmine came through the door telling us we need to hurry up and go because the cabins expire in an hour. We pushed our laziness aside and got up off the bed and started to pack.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road." Dante said clasping his hands together. Dante, Jaz, James, Alex, Cayden, and I all rode inside of James' car. Even though I didn't really like Alex at the moment, but it was better than going with the rest of them. Me and Cayden were really tired considering we only had 4 hours of sleep so we decided to use the car ride back to San Diego to catch up on it. We got comfortable and passed out for the whole entire car ride.

I woke up slowly as we were getting off the freeway and turning to the street that my house was on. This was it. This was the last time that I would see him... hug him... kiss him. No first date. No boyfriend and girlfriend. No happy ever after. Just me.

I got out of the car and walked as slow as I could to the trunk. I tried to get my suitcase out, but it was stuck. It was like back in 2009 when I first came to this house. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to- I'm sorry." I said stuttering my words.

"It's okay, really. I'm Ryan. What's your name?" He asked smiling so perfectly.

"I- I'm Savannah." I said clearly nervous. It was like I was living that moment right then and there. Like I had started all over again. I shook my head and pulled harder. The suitcase came out just as I had hoped.

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