Love Lost & Found

Chapter 1

On a warm summer afternoon I sat under a big oak tree in the outskirts of the park, strumming the strings on my acoustic, and softly singing along to the tune. My long, wavy brown hair that flowed down to my chest was tucked gently behind myear. Playing my guitar is my way of escaping reality, to forget all about what happened eight years ago. Nothing could hurt me, not even him.

"Hey there, cutie." My head snapped up and I stopped playing instantly. That voice.. The one who I had been trying to hide from all this time. I felt my heart stop as I drew in a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst, but somehow hoping for the best. I slowly turned to see Sam sitting behind me, a coy smile planted on his face. I felt a knot tightening up in my throat, but instantly pushed it down. I could only imagine what he wanted. I roll my eyes at him and start to turn away. He was the last person I wanted to see right now.

Sam and I used to be the best of friends. We went everywhere together and always had play dates. That all changed when one day he just didn't talk to me and ignored me ever since. He for no reason, hated me.

"What do you want Sam?" I snorted, trying to sound angry. He chuckled under his breath and grinned slyly.

"Am I not allowed to talk to my buddy ol' pal?" His words sent chills down my spine. The nerve of him, after all this time, he think he can just pop back into my life and expect me to be all over him begging to be his friend again? I don't think so.

"Why are you even talking to me, you hate me remember?" My eyes suddenly met his and I almost forgot how to breathe, his deep blue eyes pierced through his shaggy brown hair, looking into my eyes intently. I could see a mixture of happiness and hurt in his eyes, i felt my chest becomming heavy as I tried to keep it together.

"Ivy...you think I hate you?" His tone dropped and he actually seemed upset. His eyes widened and became glossy, my heart just melted.

"Sam, I don't think, I know. It was pretty clear you do after you stopped talking to me and ignored me for the past eight years." He hung his head in shame. I rose to my feet and waited a moment for his reply. I checked the time on my invisible watch several times before I gave up. A long sigh escaped my lips. I grabbed my guitar and trailed off.

"I'm sorry..." I heard faintly. A small tear trickled down my cheek, but quickly wiped it away before anyone could notice.

I raced home as fast as I could, anxious to get away from that jerk. Who did he think he was anyways? I turned onto my street and began running to my house. I bolted through the door, completely disregarding the calls my mother made to me. I ran up the stairs and as soon as I was in my bedroom, I shut the door and locked it behind me.

My body flopped down on my bed in exasperation, my heart pounding against my chest. 'I can't believe that happened'. I thought, not speaking to him after all this time really made my head spin! I sprung up and scanned the bookshelf that was placed directly across from my bed. There it is. I jump off the bed and grabbed the little book I searched for. I sunk down to the floor and rested my head against the side of my bed. I held the blue scrapbook tightly in my hands. 'Best Friends Forever ♥' was written on the cover. I flipped open to the first page. A little girl wearing a red dress was holding hands with a young boy. He had brown hair that swept over his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes. And that smile on his face, that oh so charming smile...

It was Sam and I when we were kids.It was our first play date actually. Whenever I saw Sam, my heart melted, but how could it? He hates me, but it's just something about that smile and those eyes that turned me into a puddle.

I flipped to the next page and I couldn't help but snicker a little. It had been my mom's birthday that day, and Sam and I decided to make her a cake. It was a complete failure and a total mess! Flour was practically glued to our faces and all over our little hands, we looked so happy. My mom wasn't even mad at us for the huge mess, she loved it actually.

I glanced to the next page and see us eating cookies and milk on our own little picnick table my dad had built for us. We were gazing at each other so sweetly, it was times like that that I missed the most. I skimmed through the rest of the book, smiling and laughing at the different memories we had together. I stopped on the last picture and frowned. I've never seen this picture before. Sam and I were sitting on the little hill in my backyard that over looked the neighborhood. The sun was sipping down below the horizon, painting the sky beautiful shades of orange, and turning the clouds into fluffy, pink cotton candy. Our backs faced the camera and Sam was kissing my cheek.

I shut the book and drew in a deep breath. I could feel my body shaking as I once again felt the tears trickling down my cheek. I instantly wiped them away. I wish I knew why he hated me...

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