/Jaycee's POV/
I was so nervous for this dinner. I know my mum told him whats happened with me. I just hope he doesn't pity me. I hate when people pity me.
At the moment, Dan practically just begged me to tell him about our past together. So I began with our favorite memory. It all began.....
//Flashback//
It was the summer before Dans graduation. We were both really sad that this would be his last year of school, his last summer with me. We had been friends forever. We decided to go to the local pool, almost everyone from our school went there and Dan really wanted to go, I wasn't to sure though. Most people from the school only talked to me on advice about how to talk to Dan. I usually just say, "talk to him like you'd talk to your best friend as if you've known him forever." People were sorta pleased with that.
Dan was wearing red checkerboard trunks and I was wearing a black one piece. I wasn't fat, I was sort of a stick. I just don't feel comfortable in those strings called bikinis. I put on a pair of purple short swim shorts so there would be something covering my other than fabric. I slipped on my black flip flops and sunglasses before throwing a towel and SPF 75 in my bag. I'm pale. So is Dan.
Dan knocked on the door. "You ready yet?" He asked opening the door anyway. "Yeah I was about to come down," I answered. "You driving?" I asked and he nodding. Impatiently he began yanking me down the stairs and out to his car pushing me into the front seat. I was in love with him, but unable to tell him. "I see you didn't wear what I sat out for you." Dan said gesturing to my attire.
"As if I'd wear that!" I smiled. "You'd look cute in it!" Dan admitted, his cheeks changing color in the slightest. Mine did the same. "You know I don't feel comfortable in that though." I say. He nodded, "I know."We pulled up into one of the last parking spaces available. "Gosh, it sure is crowded today," I state. "Well it is Friday, which is when the teenagers claim it." Dan reminded me. I rolled my eyes, I hated that. The popular girls at our school are so spoiled.
"Hey, I forgot my money, do you mind paying for us today?" Dan asked me. "I don't mind," I smile up to him. We entered after paying, the biggest pool in London, it had water slides, a lazy river, and water equipment. I love the water equipment, always have. When your standing at the bottom, waiting for the humongous bucket to pour out water into you, it literally pushes you to the ground.
"Hey lets go find some chairs, then we can go play!" I say energetically. I usually only pout when thinking about going to the pool, but once I get there, I really enjoy it. Dan laughter at my joy and we found two of the worst spots you could get. They were right under two huge trees, blocking any sun. I sighed. "Here," I handed Dan the sun screen. He put some on my back and I his.
"Hey I know you get bored sitting at the water equipment with me because we're usually the only teens on that side of the pool, so if you want you can go over to where Samantha and her friends hang. He nodded, "but ill be back soon!" He promised. I shooed him away to his crush. I went over and sat under where the bucket would drop cold water on us and thought, thought about how Dan would never like me the way he did Samantha. What does she have that I don't? oh yeah, she's popular, with a decent personality, I get why everyone likes her now. Not.
The water dropped unexpectedly making me fall under the water. I resurfaced and laughed at myself. I began swimming to the edge of the equipment and got up on it running through bridges, trying not to get squirt with the various water guns around us. I climbed the nets that hurt your feet after a while until I got to the very top. At the very top were the smaller children's water slides they were more my mileage. I went down it, parents probably thought I was crazy. Once I splashed into the bottom I saw Dan swimming my way.
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Do You Remember (Bastille/Dan Smith)
FanfictionSomehow he has forgotten about me. He's lost his memory of our beautiful un-changeable past. But now he's returned. And I'm happy again, for the second time in my life. (Bastille/Dan Smith Fan-fic)