Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 6

"I don't believe this," I breathed out in such an amazed awe. I was browsing through a box of my childhood pictures that my mom had never seemed to unpack as soon as we moved here. A lot of these pictures were pictures of me and Blake! And the little boy in every single one of the photo looked like him, too! It was all too good to be true.

"I've been keeping them for quite some time now," My mom gazed at the photo that I held, which had a picture of me picking a random flower and Blake blowing on it. We were three years old at the time; I could tell. She started laughing softly, "Who would've known you would ever look at these again?"

"That's the thing, though." I blurted out as if a thought were occurring to me. Mom raised an eyebrow at me, and I had to straighten my cheetah patterned glasses so I could take a better look at the photo myself. "I don't think I've ever saw these. Where were they all this time, mom?" I was definitely curious of why my mom kept these for so long, and never mentioned them to me.

She shrugged, "I would always bring up your childhood, but you never felt like talking about it. You said you didn't like reminiscing on the memories of that time in your life since you were so 'miserable'."

I darted my eyes onto my laugh, drowning myself deep in thought. She was right. I never wanted to bring up my childhood because I was even more of a dork than I had ever been. But looking at these pictures with me and Blake, he looked like a dork himself. I swear it was almost hard to believe it was actually him.

So that's why he's looked so familiar all this time.

And I just thought he looked like someone back in California! Weird how it's because we used to be friends! I wonder if he has any pictures of us?

"They've always been in the basement back in our California house, so that's why I never really got a chance to find them and show them to you. I also figured you didn't want to be reminded of moving from here. You were so angry at the time." Mom started fiddling with her fingers and she chewed on her lip. I eyed her with my left eyebrow cocked, and suddenly without a hesitant thought, I placed my hand over both of hers. She looked me in the eyes.

"I'm glad you showed me these." I smiled. She smiled back.

In a moment of silence, I turned my head towards the ticking clock on the wall, and it was nearly nine o'clock. I spent most of my time looking at my childhood pictures that I didn't even pay attention to what time it was! The party started at eight!

At first I didn't want to go, but now I didn't care. Seeing these pictures of me and Blake made me realize that I'm really no different from him just cause he's now a 'popular'. I may have been a dork, and I still am, but Blake used to be one too. I'll tell him about the pictures when the time is right, not randomly. He'd just be freaked out and uncomfortable if I out of the blue came up to him and would've been like, 'Hey, pretty boy! We used to be friends so get your ass over here and be my friend again!'

No, I said in my thoughts, It wouldn't work out that way. And that's because I won't let it go down that way! Like I said, I'll tell him when I'm on his good side, when he's at least a little familiar with me.

I jerked myself out of my thoughts and turned to face my mom, who continued looking down at the many photos scattered on the dinner table.

"I'm going to that party." Was all that I said for her to raise her head up and smile as if she were proud of me.

"I'm glad you looked past all of the labeling and cliques sort of thing."

I frowned slightly at what she said. Well, I really hadn't gotten past that. But whatever.