Remember When?

Chapter 4

On the way to Elijah's house, the car remains silent except for the quiet beat of the radio. I mouth the words to "Like I Can" by Sam Smith while watching the picture perfect houses fly by in the blink of an eye. I close my eyes and begin singing the lyrics out loud, putting all of my heart into it. As the song ends, I feel him watching me. I open my eyes and slowly look at his face. He is smiling bigger than ever...

*FLASHBACK*

I look into his eyes and see his smile. I smile back.

"What is it?" I ask, smiling because of the way he makes me feel.

"Your amazing. You know that?" He says with a bigger smile than before. I'm blushing, I can feel the heat from my cheeks.

"Stop it. That's not true." I look away from him and lay back in the grass.

"You stop it. You really are. Everything about you amazes me. Everything from your beautiful eyes to your personality. You sing and you are the real you all of the time. Ashlyn, I need to tell you something..." he looks away, blushing. He goes to finish,

RRRRIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!!!

My phone rings.

*end of flashback*

"Ashlyn? Ashlyn answer me!"

"Huh? What?"

"What happened Ash?"

"I had a flashback. It's the second one so far." He looks at me, surprised.

"What was it about? What were they about?"

"Can we go inside first?"

"Of course! Sorry." We go inside and I say hi to his mom. We make our way up the stairs and into his room. I jump into his blue bean bag chair and he sits on his bed.I snuggle into the bean bag and look at him.

"Are you ready?"

"Only if you are." I nod, signalling that I was ready.

"The first one was of Ryan and I... I don't really remember all of it but we were running and I leaned in, then the bell rang and I woke up. The one I just had was of me and you. We were sitting in the grass and you were telling me how amazing I am..." I look him in the eyes and his face flushes. "My phone rang and I never heard what you were going to tell me."

"Oh. I don't remember what I was going to say." His face was still flushed. I could tell that he did remember and I could tell he was fighting an internal battle with himself as to if he should tell me or not. He was lying and I wasn't sure if it was for my sake or his.

I got up and sat on the bed next to him. He looked at me. His look drew my eyes to his. I memorized every detail of his hazel eyes and his prominent jaw line. Something about being here with him right now, felt right. Just looking at him made my stomach become attacked by a monsoon of butterflies. He looked at me with a look I have never experienced before. It was intense and full of emotion. Regret, love, pure passion, friendship. My question is why the regret? Why the love? Does he just love me as a friend or as something more? I can only wonder until he feels it is the right time to tell me. But for now, I'm going to enjoy his company.