Remember Me

Chapter 7: Tacos

Leo's P.O.V:

I walked back over to my yard smiling.

Alice was still standing on the porch. I wanted her to go home. I hated her. She was annoying and an airhead. I didn't want to be mean and tell her to go away, but I wanted her to leave.

"Hey, Alice, I'm sorry, but I have stuff to do," I explain as I approach her. 

I wasn't lying about it. I had a vacation to help plan.

Alice rolled her eyes. 

"I can take you back home, if you'd like," I suggest.  

"No, I'd rather walk," Alice snapped, flipping her away before strutting away.

I couldn't help but laugh silently at her.

I looked at Kimberly to see her reaction. She was still sitting in the grass with her friend. Her friend's jaw dropped and I watched as she nudged Kimberly, who wasn't paying attention to the sight.

Kimberly looked towards my yard, shocked.

"Bye Alice," I called.

Alice was already at the end of my driveway.  She walked past Kimberly's yard.

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After Alice had left, I went inside. I couldn't believe she did that. I wandered throughout my house looking for my mom.

"Mom!" I call.

"I'm upstairs!" her muffled voice called back.

I ran upstairs to find her. She was putting a box away in the closet. 

"I asked Kimberly if she'd like to come with us to Florida, she said yes," I explained.

My mom smiled. 

"Well that's wonderful, we'll have a fantastic time," my mom states.

I smile back at her.

My mom's thinking look appeared on her face.

"I was wondering how sleeping in a hotel would work out, but I guess we'll figure that out soon. Did you tell her about the beach or about seeing your grandparents. She's already met them, but she'd be excited to hear that she was going to get to see them," my mom rambled, sounding giddy.

"I didn't explain much about the trip, I just asked if she'd like to attend. She had a friend with her so I didn't get to say much," I explained.

My mom frowned.

"Well, you'll have to explain details later then, okay?"

I nod.

My mom was rarely like this. On the trip we took when we moved back, she rambled on and on about how much she adored Kimberly. It was almost obsessive.

My  mom had finished putting stuff and the closet and turned towards me.

"We'll have a blast, I have to go call Amy now," my mom says wandering downstairs.

I remain upstairs and go to my room. I sat on my bed, humming a song. There was a nice breeze blowing through the screen of my window. 

I heard giggling and squealing coming from outside. I figured it was probably Kimberly and her friend.

I peeked out the window, hoping they wouldn't notice.

I saw Kimberly jump into some guys arms, with her friend standing beside them. The guy swept Kimberly off her feet and spun her before setting her down. 

I wondered who this guy was. Was he from school? I wasn't sure. At one time, I probably would have known who he was, but that was when I had my memory. 

I continued to watch them. Kimberly was laughing and chatting with the guy. I sort of wished that I was out there talking with them. I wasn't though. I wasn't really friends with them anymore, though.

 I wondered if he was her boyfriend or something. Maybe I'd find out one day. Why did I even care? I had moved, lost my memory, and Kimberly wasn't anything to me anymore. It must have hurt her for me to be in this condition, but I couldn't help it. I really wish I could remember, but it's not going to happen. Kimberly was a great girl, but it just wouldn't work if I didn't even remember ever being friends with her. 

 I felt a bit weak, so I laid down on my bed and took a nap.

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"Leo! I have to tell you something!" a high pitched voice squealed. 

I turned, finding Kimberly running up to me.

I smiled. She always full of energy, I loved it.

"We're getting a cat!" she shrieked.

"That's amazing!" I yelled back at her, even though she was standing right next to me.

"I'm naming him Tacos!"

I laughed, knowing how much she loved tacos.

"It's going to be fantastic and you're going to be the dad!" she screams again.

 I  laugh at her comment.

I wake up from my nap. Tacos? I really could eat a few tacos, I think to myself as my stomach groans. I get out of bed and go into the kitchen. The smell of tacos fills the air.

"Taco night?" I asked my mom who was cooking up meat.

"Yup!