Going Down Memory Lane

A new beginning . . . Possibly?

Chapter 2

I follow Addison out of court to her car still wondering, why is she so fimiliar? Is she from my past?

I shake it off and she turns around to look at me saying, "You're awfully quiet, aren't you?"

"I'm thinking of what's going to happen next." It's not a lie, but it's not really the truth either.

"Well the first thing we're going to do is go shopping ," she smiles with mischievous glint in her enchanting green eyes.

"Uh . . . Why exactly?" I ask nervously.

"Oh does somebody not like shopping?" She teases and I shake my head grinning at her and she adds,"Well if you must know I don't really like orange. So I will not be able to stand that." She waves her hands at my prison suit with a look of disgust.

I laugh and she unlocks her car and we both get in. Addison then says, "Plus you need something nice to wear at court when I prove you to be innocent."

"What proof do you have?"

"I have you." She speaks softly and a hint of sadness in her voice.

I don't know how to respond.  I just stay silent as Addison drives us to the mall.

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When we get to the mall I don't know what I expected Addison to do, but it definitely wasn't this.

She makes me try on clothing because "it bring out the color of my beautiful blue eyes", or because "it makes me seems more muscular" and stuff like that. It's her words not mine. I swear.

"Ugh Addison are we almost done. I've practically tried on everything in the mall!" I groan and she laughs at me. She has an amazing laugh. Did I just think that. No! You guys didn't read anything.

She smiles at me and says, "Oh stop being so dramatic Daniel, besides I think you'll need a few more outfits. Oh! Some shoes too, and a hair cut. I can't see your beautiful blue eyes with that shaggy brown hair in the way. It's also very unprofessional. "

"This is torture," I groan and Addison rolls her eyes at me.

"Stop whining you big baby."

"I am not!" I groan again and drag my feet while following Addison to a store with suits. Here we go again.

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The shopping part of my torture is finally over. We were there for like two hours. How do girls find it fun? I believe that that will always be a mystery to me.

But right now I think, in my opinion  that this is the worst torture imaginable. I'm getting my hair cut.

"I like my hair the way it is!" I pout and Addison rolls her eyes at me and opens her mouth to speak but I quickly add, "and I think the old me with all those memory's will agree with me."

Addison chuckles, "Well you're right the old you probably loves that hair cut."

"Haha! So yo-"

Addison cuts me off, "But that's the point. That's the old you and the new you needs a hair cut."

I just goan at her.

"Okay what do you think, a nice trim or-"

I practically yell, "Trim!" As fast as humanly possibly.