Remember Me? (A sequel to Holiday Of A Lifetime, a Josh Cuthbert fan fiction)

Chapter 1

"Driving in my car, driving home for Christmas..."

I sang along to the radio whilst I drove back from University in my old red Vauxhall Corsa, racing down the motorway to get back home. It was the 3rd December. The beginning of my Christmas holidays and the end of my first term at University.

So much had happened these last 3 months. I had got into University after getting my A-level exam results, met some amazing new friends, and my course was so much fun.

I indicated off the motorway at my junction and in 5 minutes I was pulling up outside my house; everyone's houses in the street were decorated with Christmas lights and my family was waiting for me to come home before we decorated our house and put up the Christmas tree.

I jumped out of my car and ran to the front door, leaning up to knock just before the door swung open and George and Lucy stood in front of me, holding up mistletoe and puckering their lips for a kiss. I giggled and kissed them both on the cheek, pulling them into a hug as they welcomed me home.

"Finally home for Christmas!" My mum shouted from the kitchen, putting down her oven gloves and running to meet me in the hallway to give me a kiss.

I heard my dad chuckle in the living room and he walked round the corner of the hallway with our dog in his arms, Phoebe, who was struggling to get free to greet me.

"Phoebe!" I shouted, opening my arms as my dad put her down and she ran to me. I lifted her up and squished her against me in a hug, laughing as she wriggled in my arms and tried to lick my face.

"Welcome home, Lil's" my dad said, pulling me into his arms for a hug as he greeted me with my old nickname.

"It's so good to be back" I smiled, putting down Phoebe and grabbing my bags, taking them upstairs to my room. I looked around and grinned at my familiar surroundings; my wall was covered in photographs and a map of the world. I had marked on it everywhere that I wanted to go to when I was older. I glanced at the photographs and again noticed the gaps where I had taken some down, it hurt to think about the one's that had been there before. I really needed to rearrange the wall to get rid of the gaps.

I shook my head and  placed my bags down in the corner and headed back downstairs, walking into the kitchen where George and Lucy were making George's famous dish; 'Shelley's Chilli'.

It smelt amazing and I poured myself a glass of coke as I stood against the counter. George was bent down with the oven door open, checking on the meal, whilst Lucy stood by the sink washing up.

"Smells so good, George" I said, walking over to the sink to help Lucy with the washing up.

"Tastes better" George laughed, closing the door and leaning against the counter. He had told us all about this amazing meal he could make, so I was really looking forward to finally tasting it.

"So, how are you, Lily" he asked. His voice held a hint of sadness and I tried not to think about what I knew he was thinking.

"I'm good" I smiled, trying to hide the ache in my heart, "glad to be home though. University is pretty stressful" I giggled, hiding my feelings as best I could.

But George knew me well enough by now to know that I wasn't telling the whole truth. "Beside's University?" He pressed. My sister had now turned to look at us, wanting to hear my answer.

We all knew I still wasn't completely ok. I had never experienced heartache before, until about 2 months ago.

Love is the hardest thing to find, and once you find it, you think nothing can break it. That's what I thought, but I was proved wrong. Even when you feel like your love can overcome everything and anything, sometimes it can't and you are left feeling empty and alone. Thinking about what went wrong and why it didn't work out are the hardest thoughts to run through your head.