My parents always told me Nathan loved mystery shows as a young kid. I'm sure they even told me once before that I was just like him in that department. But to this day I'm certain the only mystery show I watched was Scooby-Doo. Anyways, this one little fact about Nathan does play a role in this huge investigation.
"Hey Lily," I begin as I hold up an old baby photo of her. "This was you when you were only one week old."
Nathan then starts joking with her about how her cheeks were so chubby. She giggles in response.
It's already just after eight o'clock at night and we've been digging through all the giant photo albums Nathan found.
I guess I should think more about this whole secret plan right now. It is such a serious and tough thing to be doing. The thing that Nathan was nagging me about before was the fact that I haven't been ready to do this for months, and he has. But I thought I was fitting do start today. November 15th. The six month anniversary of their death.
They would have wanted Nathan, Lily, and I to stay closer together, especially today more than ever, but I couldn't do that. I know I may sound tough or act tough, but deep down I am still stuck in the same place I was the day after the accident. And I may forever be mourning.
The plan for tonight is to find something, like a clue, as to where to find the fortune teller and her name. I mean, I don't expect Nathan or myself to remember the exact name of a lady we saw almost ten years ago only once. I don't precisely know what Nathan plans on doing if we find this said information. But it may have to do with either clasping her or maybe even going to see her. And there has to be a hundred bug problems that come with that which I can't think of the top of my head. That is because if he does plan on going he will not be going without me.
"There's nothing here Nathan." I sigh as I run my fingers through my messy hair. It's been hours now. Lily has gone off to bed ages ago and it has been just Nathan and I.
It's been a stressful time. Each of us has tried to make each other feel better by showing each other old, positive-filled memories that have been captured in photos. But that only lasts for a few seconds.
"We have to keep looking Jess." He grumbles through the piles of photos. We've already gone through 80% of all the photos that my mom and dad have been keeping since I was even five years old. Nathan thought that they could've meet the fortune teller before. Yet there was no trace of the mysterious old woman.
"I'm not saying I'm giving up yet." I change my tone. "You know I would stay up for years if it meant that we could know if we could've kept mom and dad alive. Heck, I'd stay up for the rest of my life."
Nathan looks up from the albums to look me in the eyes. "I believe you Jess, and I'm with you there. If we can find out anything more about the accident and the fortune telling we will do anything. Right?"
I'm hesitant at first, and the silence strains the air. Anything is a strong word. Anything is anything.
"Right."
We both go back to looking with a new found strength. Even though it's almost 11 o'clock I'm wide awake with the emotions everyone has come to know. Stress and tension. Pressure and nerves.
"Nathan......" I drag out slowly. "I think I found it."
And with those five simple words he rushes over to me in a matter of seconds.
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We Saved Each Other
Teen Fiction"Everyone has their own bubble. They get wrapped up in their own lives, tangling certain people up with them in their maybe perfect life. Or maybe their not-so-perfect life. And it is my greatest pleasure to be tangled up in Spencer Gold's not-so-pe...
