Piece My Heart Back Together

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

AMELIA'S POV

I took a look at my mom to see her giving me a look and I know exactly what it is. It's the 'Socialize child or I'll have your head on a stick' look. After Abercrombie and Fitch's straight-forward comment, I decided that talking to germophobe Greg would be the better choice. I poked Greg's shoulder (I don't even know his name, but to be honest, who would want to know someone that believes germs are like zombies that will take over the world.) and he hissed out as if in pain and practically took a pound of hand sanitizer and bathed in it. On second thought, I'm just going to listen to music.

Not even thirty seconds into my song,I get hit in the face with a spitball. Then another and another. "Pssst, pissy girl, I need to talk to you," Abecrombie and Fitch whispered-screamed in my ear. Thinking that wasn't getting my attention, he waved a picture in front of my face. I studied it, it looked pretty old and was a third grade class picture. And right there smack- dab in the middle was mini me and Abercrombie and Fitch smiling like we won the lottery.

"Wow, you must be really good with photoshop. But seriously please creep on someone else," I hastily said. He sighed and recited as if he knew I was going to say something like that," You don't get it, do you? We were best friends!!!" I looked at him blankly and he continued " Remember me?? Uggghh, I'm Trevor, does it ring a bell?" He looked hopeful but I honestly I don't remember my "adventures" with Trevor in the third grade. I mean, come on we were like seven or eight!!! He sighed and once again went on to talking ,"Remember, I moved away and we did that pinky-promise that we will never replace each other?"

" How do I know you're not just lying and please Abercrombie and Fitch..I mean Trevor that was like what..nine or ten years ago. Whatever friendship we had or will have, will never be important," I practically screamed. Now that all eyes were on us I just went with it and continued, " Besides you know nothing about me." His eyes visibly clouded with tears before he blinked them away, he was probably still caught up with my harsh, first comment.

"Your name is Amelia Grace Carter. Your favorite color is a light blue. You think eating gummy bears is inhumane. You're insecure about you're stunning blue eye color because you think it clashes with your dark brown hair. But, everyone around you finds it quite beautiful." He quietly whispers. As he starts the last sentence, he brushes a loose strand of my hair into my pony tail and then he lets my hair down.

I gasp as all the memories from preschool through third grade flow through my brain. But the last one of Trevor plays over and over again.

FLASBLACK

In the memory, tears flow down both of our cheeks as Trevor finished delivering the news that he was leaving. "Mel, you got to promise me, you'll never ever replace me and that we will see each other again," his voice came in a small whisper. I place my pinky in his and give him a half-hearted smile and say, "Of course Trevie."

Trevor's mom then tells him that they are going to be late and practically dragged him in the car. As his father finishes putting suitcases into the car's trunk, I notice that Trevor begins writing something with his finger on the dirty, car window. Before they leave, I get a glimpse of Trevor's message and it spells 'I love you Mel-bear."

I smile as I run home, I realize that I'll miss him too much. So, when I got home I threw away anything and everything with Trevor in it.

END OF FLASHBLACK

I launch myself in Trevor's arms as he tightly hugs back. "Where are you heading to Mel?" Trevor asked. " To be honest, I really have no idea, but what I do know is I'm going to some new school in California." I mumbled. "Oh that's cool, same here, maybe we'll go to the same one," he adds enthusiastically. I nod my head at his comment but I know the chances of that are highly unlikely.

As we break apart from our hug, I hear sniffles and applauds from everyone on the plane. Our faces turn beet red as we realize everyone witnessed and was clapping for our little "reunion." In the background, I see Abercrombie...whoops I mean Trevor's parents and my parents whispering to each other.

If this is my mom's way of fixing my broken heart, I will not tolerate it . My heart is shattered and no one can or will even come close to fixing it. Once Trevor finds out what I am like now, he'll probably run. I mean wouldn't you? Who would want to be friends with a girl who's heart belongs to two people buried in the ground?

Authors Note:

Awww poor Amelia. I know its short but ill promise the next one will be longer! I hope you like this chapter. If you have any ideas or suggestions, please comment. Also, it would be great if you could follow me or vote for this story, and if you are already following thank you!!! I really appreciate it!!!