Generation Infinosil

Chapter Forty Nine

Chapter Forty Nine - Shane

2050

  "I'm suggesting that we knew each other, more than that even, that we were together."  

Her words echoed in my mind. Could it be? Is it possible? It would certainly explain a lot: Why we recognised each other, why Kaitlyn was seeing these 'flashbacks' or whatever you want to call them, why I couldn't get her off my mind, why I kept dreaming of her, everything would make sense. But it all seemed too much of a coincidence. 

"Shane?" Her voice, a smooth melody to my ears, interrupted my train of thought.

"But... I don't see how that would be possible. I just moved here, we went to different primary schools, my parents didn't recognise you, this is one heck of a sweeping conclusion Kaitlyn..."

"Did we go to different primary schools though?" She asked mysteriously.

"What do you mean? We know we did, we know what schools we went to."

"No we don't," she replied, "don't you see? Neither of the schools I apparently went to exist. And my parents only told me of one of them anyway, why would my parents keep a change of school from me?" I didn't like where this was going. If Kaitlyn was right, our whole lives were riddled with lies. This was too much.

"They probably just forgot to mention it, it's not easy to recap a whole fourteen years of your life, it wouldn't be surprising if they missed something out. Imagine trying to explain to your fourteen year old self everything that happened before you lost your memory." I was desperately trying to make some sense of the situation.

Kaitlyn sat there silently for a moment, biting her lip as if doing so would restrain her from blurting out what was on her mind. I placed my hand on top of hers and whispered, "I think you're thinking into this too much babe, there are many explanations that are far more rational than this. If my parents knew who you were then they would have said something when they saw you, they know how much it kills me to not remember my childhood, they wouldn't keep this from me."

"But what if they did keep it from you Shane?"

"What reason would they have to keep that from me?" I asked, gritting my teeth slightly. I was growing frustrated, these were blatant insults to my parents.

"I don't know, maybe they didn't like me, maybe they thought I wasn't good for you so they would rather you not know I exist."

"My parents aren't that petty Kailtyn, you'd have to do something really bad for them to do that, and even then they wouldn't keep something like that from me, not on purpose."

"But when I met your Dad, he seemed really unhappy to see me, he looked at me so coldly like he really didn't want me there. And your Mum, your Mum seemed really shocked to see me." Kaitlyn insisted, she refused to give up and I was quite frankly fed up of her judging my parents.

"Give it a rest Kaitlyn," I snapped, standing up in anger, "listen to yourself. You've met my parents once and you're accusing them of lying to me for the last two years of my life, just because my Dad didn't jump in joy when he met you?"

"The way he looked at me Shane, he looked like he knew me, like he was expecting me and like he had been dreading seeing me again."

"For Christ's sake Kaitlyn, he hasn't seen you before because he doesn't know you. We met a week ago when I moved school, okay? We didn't know each other before then. Give it a rest now, you're being ridiculously paranoid."

"It's worth looking into, it's a possibility and you know it would explain a lot." She continued to argue.

"Why won't you drop it? Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

"Why are you being such a hypocrite? You're being no less stubborn than me. I just know that something isn't quite right, please, just ask your parents about me and see their reactions. You might be right, they might be completely innocent but I don't see the point in not accepting it as a possibility." I was angry at her for calling me a hypocrite but my anger didn't last long, I knew she was right. Not about my parents, but about me being stubborn and a hypocrite; we both strongly believed in what we were saying and we were both passionate about those beliefs. 

I sat back down beside her and pulled her close to me, our love and passion for each other was greater and more important than being right and I wasn't about to let it get in the way of us. "Okay, I'll ask them about you, I'm sorry baby."

"I'm sorry too, I just want to understand what's going on, maybe I'm being stupid." She apologised as she turned towards me and softly pecked my lips. I needed more than a peck, I gently placed my hand on the side of her neck and slowly moved her face towards me. I was reassured by the fact that she was eyeing up my lips, she wanted to kiss me more too. Neither of us would settle for being so far away from each other, my hand slid down to her lower back and I pulled her so close that she was practically on my lap.

I wondered if I was being too forward, but her hands were running through my overgrown hair and stroking my cheek, presumably to let me know that she wanted me to keep kissing her and not pull away. It was a passionate kiss, maybe even a lustful one, but it was full of love and affection. I found myself not wanting to ever let go, not wanting her to ever be any further away from me than she was in that moment. I found it overwhelmingly comforting to have her body pressed against mine, like it was where I was meant to stay. But even with her sat on my lap with her legs wrapped around me, I was desperate to be even closer to her, I wanted to make the most of this closeness in case it was ever taken away from me. I couldn't bear that thought.

With my hands on her waist, I could feel a slight sliver of skin where her top didn't quite meet her jeans. The tip of my thumb was gently caressing the tiny fraction of skin that was showing and I felt the urge to slide my hand under her top, just a little bit, just so I could feel the warm, amazingly smooth skin on her waist. I resisted, as hard as it was, in case she didn't feel ready for that. Apparently though, she was less shy than I thought because before I had a chance to pull my hand away she took hold of my hand and placed it exactly where I had wanted to put it, as if she could read my mind. I was a bit reluctant, not wanting to make her feel pressured and, sensing this uncertainty, she whispered in my ear "It's what I want, I promise." Her breath on my ear sent tingles down my back and I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her tightly to prove to her how much I loved her and wanted her. I breathed in her scent; the smell of her mango shampoo emanating from her glossy hair. She squeezed me back tightly and I can honestly say that in that moment, I was happier than ever before. 

Unfortunately our moment of bliss was interrupted by the sound of my phone, warning me that I had to leave to meet my parents. We both sighed and I was tempted to ignore my phone and stay here with Kaitlyn forever, but I knew that wasn't a good idea, I couldn't ditch my parents and I had questions to ask them.