The boy of my dreams

Chapter 5-3 years later

The flight was exhausting, flying all the way from London to New Jersey, we then, in our private car (dad pays someone to drive us) to go to Edison Town. Home. We are even living in the same house we lived in before we moved back to London, yes I know, I am British. Me mum and dad lived in London(my mum and dad are also British, including their sides of the family), then after 2 years since Molly was born we moved to Edison, but after... Peter died dad thought it was best to move. But grandmother died 6 months ago and since she was alone, dad shipped us back here. I lost contact with everyone in Edison, all of my friends and I feel the same is going to happen with my fiends in London, long distance relationships are hard.

For the last 3 years people have been living in our house as we rented it, but since they where moving anyway we can live in our home again. As I walked in the door it felt like everything had changed even the smell, what I know is strange but it has. Me and Molly have changed since we moved. Molly is now quiet and sits in her room all day, she only wears jeans, baggy tops and converse(unlike before we moved where is was all dresses, same with me). I don't sing anymore, only in the shower. I still wear the same sort of fashion, dresses skirts and jeans, I will wear anything that is nice and suits me.

We already have a maid, she arrives moments after us who helps unpack, I unpack my room. As I search through the boxes, memories comes spilling out. I start with clothes, I pull out a red dress and my mind skips to the moment where me and Jake wrote that song, called red dress, we used to play in the field behind the church, me in my red dress, that is we're the inspiration came from. I hang it up in my wardrobe, I pull out pictures and books and everything. It is all in the same place what makes me feel sad for some reason, maybe because I have missed it here so much. Mum calls for me, "Lilly, we are getting Indian food from the Indian a few streets away, anything special you want or just usual!"
"Just usual please." I call back. Four more boxes left. From those boxes I unpack my TV and CD player and start arranging my DVDs and CD's. They have to be in alphabetical order. OCD kicks in.

When mum returns with Molly I dash downstairs and into the living room, the movers obviously arrived as we now have furniture and I look in the dinning room to see they are assembling it, but the sofas and coffee table are set out, we all sit down and enjoy a well deserved meal.