Chapter twenty
I spent the day helping Harry fix the apartment and make it look as good as it could. I even bought him a small cactus to give the place some life. His new apartment meant him finding old things in his boxes from his childhood which was both hilarious and cringe-worthy.
Once I arrived home I felt in the mood to look through our old stuff which had been collecting dust in the attic.
"Oh my god, Luke!" I laughed pulling out a picture he drew of our family, or a bunch of Oompa Loompas, we may never know.
"I predicted the future!" he snickered referring to my fake tan incident. I was bright orange so he helped me skip school without our parents knowing. "Help me open this box." He pointed to the box labelled "Photo albums".
There was a bright, pink, fluffy album with the "BFFS!" written in silver glitter. Opening it, excited to see old pictures of Jenny and me, I was surprised to meet a picture of Jenny, me and some girl. She was in every picture and I couldn't even remember her name. Perhaps I went through a phase of being her friend.
"Do you remember her?" I asked pointing to the brunette.
"Yeah, vaguely." He furrowed his brows trying to remember her name. "What a cool album! Could you make one for me and my friends?" he begged sarcastically. Hope he knows that I will genuinely make him one of these for him for Christmas. That way every time he brings a girl home I can embarrass him by whipping that album out.
Sending the picture to Jenny herself, she neither could figure her face out. Determined to learn her name, which was at the tip of my tongue, I got out Facebook and went to my very first pictures. Sadly they only went up to year 5, when Becca and I became friends and mystery girl stopped.
"Hello?" I said into my phone not bothering to check the caller ID.
"Babe!" Harry exclaimed. "I'm having a small little get together, like a house warming party. You in?"
"Yeah I'll be right there." I looked over to Luke who was listening. "Mind if I bring Luke?"
"Sure, Cal and Michael are here too. See you soon."
"Bye, Harrold." I smiled hanging up. "Well let's go Lukey-poo!"
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