Memories of a Bad Boy

Second Memory

Picture is of Matthew Noszka as Ash Elijah Carmichael

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Amelia's POV

I yawned and snuggled deeper into Ash's chest as the credits of the movie rolled up on the screen.

"Did you enjoy that angel?" Ash said as he turned off the TV.

"Yeah" I nodded yawning widely again, "it was brilliant, I could watch that movie over and over again. My own brother, a goddamn, sh*t-sucking vampire. You wait 'till mom finds out, buddy!"

Ash groaned as I got up from the bed and stretched, I kept getting really bad foot cramps.

"Have you spoken to Lyra today?" he said as I sat back down on the bed.

"Nope, she said she'd call me to say happy birthday last week. Probably still busy with work and stuff" I mumbled check my phone.

"Yeah right, we both know Lyra. She wouldn't even remember her own birthday let alone anyone else's" he said fondly.

It was true, Ash's sister Lyra was probably the most forgetful person i'd ever met. Yet she was still one of the most wonderful people i'd ever met.

She had been adopted into the Carmichael family when she was four and was the complete opposite to Ash, but not just in looks.

He was never forgetful. It was quite amazing actually, how much he could remember. Very useful of course because by the summer he would be taking his exams and hopefully be graduating a little early.

He was always top of the class, really brainy. Although sometimes it was really useful other times it was super annoying.

Lyra was the opposite type of clever, she was in her second year of interior and urban design at Harvard Graduate School of Design.

She was so creative it was extraordinary. I couldn't understand how anyone could just pick up a pencil and sketch out ideas, especially ones as good as Lyra's.

Ash really wasn't creative at all. I remember my first family game night at the Carmichael's house, it truly was a traumatic experience.

..............F.L.A.S.H.B.A.C.K..........

"Thank you for dinner Mrs Carmichael, it was delicious" I smiled thanking Ash's mother as we walked through to the living room.

"Amelia, I've told you already. Call me Daisy, I do hate Mrs Carmichael it's so long. Even my clients call me Daisy, or Dr.C" she said as she took my hand and squeezed it in a mothering way.

"Clients?" I asked as we sat down on the brown leather couch.

"Yes" she offered me a glass of wine, which I politely declined, before pouring herself out a generous glass.

"I'm a clinical psychologist" she said and I nodded in fascination.

"Ah, so you're all in the medical business in one way or another." I said and Daisy nodded.