Forever and Always

Chapter 3

A week passed by, and I haven't gone to school since then. Eli's been giving my homework daily. He would usually stay over and we'd talk about nonsense. I think I've actually made a decent friend.

Since tomorrow's Monday, I decided to go back, and wrote down my doctor's note, saying that I've been sick all along.

Sunday is always a sign of happiness for me. Always have and always will. But today didn't really get me happy. I'd usually hang out with my friends Tiffany and her boyfriend Chris. We'd then just hang out at the tennis court in my backyard and maybe after, we'd go to my private beach and just relax in the sun.

Yet since I left Florida and chose this, I felt lonely. Maybe Eli can come over.

I whipped my phone out from my pajama pants pocket and texted him a simple and somewhat begging message.

To: Eli

Message: Hey Eli. How're things- you know what, it seems stupid to stall. Can you come over? I'm bored anyways. Maybe we could go to the mall and hang out. I don't know you choose.

With just that I clicked the send button. I sighed and set the phone to my lap, placing my hand over my eyes and laying back on the couch. What's wrong with me? He might've had something to do today. He just might reject and continue what he's doing. But instead my phone vibrated and showed a text from Eli.

From: Eli

Message: Sure why not? I was just leaving my house anyways. Do you mind if I bring a friend along? Was gonna hang at his place, so nevermind, expect a visitor.

A visitor? Must be his girlfriend. But I don't want to be a third wheel! Wait... it said "his" so... nevermind. I groaned and went to my room. He's already coming, so why waste this chance?

Once in my room, I went straight towards my dresser and started picking out my clothes. Today was pretty warm, so I decided to bring out my black skinny jeans, and my long sleeved dark blue shirt. The body of the shirt was sort of short, so if I lifted my arms, my stomach would show and the long sleeves fit my arms just fine. I nodded and quickly changed into them. Placing on my black and blue shoes, brushing my teeth, brushing my black, fushia, and dark blue hair, and put my make up on.

Just as I was about to be finished with the make up, a knocking was heard on the door. "Eli?" I shouted through my room.

"Who else?" He answered. I sighed and shouted, "Open!" With just that the door opened and a two pairs of feet were head through the front. Eli's voice was heard, the other was muffled. "Kailey? Where are you?" Eli asked.

"Be out in a-" The door opened, revealing Eli with a grin plastered on his face. At least I wasn't changing, I was just applying the last of my eyeliner. "You know knocking would be nice." I said and put my eyeliner back.

"You look nice. Why is there a bra next to your feet? Hehe you have big boobs!" He chuckled, my face grew red and I quickly grabbed and place my bra back in the drawer. 'I swear he's such a idiot!' I thought and pushed him out into the hallway. "I hate you." I said, "So who'd you bring?" I asked, closing my door and walking with him down to the living room.

"Uh....." He answered. Rubbing the back of his neck. Crap, that's never a good sign. I placed a concerned look on my face and rushed to the living room. My eyes grew wide and my mouth dropped to the ground. There standing in front of the bookshelf and looking through my spared photo album was none other than Reed. He is such a snoop! Frustrated I pulled Eli back into the hall and started to ask questions, "Why is he here and looking through my stuff!?"

"One he was the friend I was talking about, two! He's nosey, it's a bad habit, I know. He's trying though!" He whispered.

"You're dead." I growled through my teeth and walked off back to the living room.

Reed was staring at this one picture, his face was mixed with feelings. Happy, confused, sad.... and.... mad? Why mad? Curious enough, I walked towards him and since he's failing to sense my presence, I looked at the photo as well.

It was me three years ago. At that time I was with my boyfriend James. Nice guy really. I had my whole hair dyed blue back then. My parents never really approved of what I did, but they roughly got used to it.

The picture showed of us at my private beach, he hugged me from behind and I held onto his arms. I was in my two piece bathing suit and he was in his trunks. My head was turned to the left and his was turned to the right. Our lips were connected. Tiffany took the picture back then. I frowned at the memory. That day... still haunts me.