Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Nostalgia

"You are being too aggressive with the film." I said. Francisco kept shaking the film with all his literal strength. I snatched the film from out of his hand. Glancing at the film, which was already done printing it off. "It's been done for like sometime now."

"I know, I just wanted to see your reaction after I shook it so many times." Francisco replies.

"I can't believe that you guys ended even actually getting me presents. You didn't need to. I mean you all don't need to. The only person who owed me a present was Halle. That's because I got her fifty dollars worth of stuff on her birthday." I said changing the subject, because I didn't how to continue on with the subject.

"Well you deserve it. And don't talk so down upon yourself. Especially on your birthday." Francisco replies. I rolled my eyes at fact he says that, because when I first met him. He was so bitter and negative about everything.

"Hypocrite. Oh that somehow reminds me. But can we drive to your penthouse, so I can pick of the rest of my belongings?" I ask.

"That's like an hour and half of a drive." Francisco answer.

"You've done it so many times. What makes this time different?" I argued.

"Maybe because it's twelve o'clock and that means it's really late." Francisco replies.

"Come on." I begged.

"Fine." Francisco finally complies, pulling out his car keys from his jacket pocket. I set down my instant camera on the table besides my bed. Getting off it. As I walked over to my closet. I put on my parka and grabbed my Hunter chelsea boots.

It would go with my black denim overalls and white off shoulder shirt. After the opening of presents. I changed into something much more simple than my dress.

"Alright let's get going." I said. Francisco nods getting off the bed.

***

Francisco vertically slides the keycard on the door lock. It flashes green allowing us in. He opens it for the both of us. As we both enter into the cold penthouse.

He presses the door closed behind us. I held a cardboard box in my hand. Ready to pack up the rest of the stuff I had in this penthouse. I frowned at this being the last time I would be here.

"We probably won't have enough time to head back to the estate. So we will just stay here for the night." Francisco explains. I nodded my head.

"That's fine. I will hurry and pack, then take a shower once I am done." I tell Francisco my plan.

"Sounds good." Francisco said. I nodded my head, turning left to towards the steps. As I gradually made my way up them.

Finally reaching the second floor. I walked over to the wall, flickering on the light. As it dimly came on. I made my way over to my bedroom. Or now I could consider it my former room.

I turned black knob, opening the door. I found the darkness off the room. I turned on the lights. Finding something across the headboard of my room. I pulled off my Hunter boots, setting them down besides my vanity.

I walked over to the headboard of the bed. Looking at them closer. Only to realize that there were ceiling lights, except I guess now you could consider them, headboard-lights.

They were white roses with lights inside of them. Which were beautiful. I was confused at why this was here thought.

I followed the wire until I found the of it, which was the left out plug. I plugged it into the outlet. Illuminating the lights. I walked over to turn off the main light. Making the lights look even more exquisite.

Without even paying attention. There was a paper tent lying on my vanity. I snatched it off the table. Glancing up towards the box that was still empty and none of my stuff was in that box, yet.

A true relationship is two unperfect people refusing to give up on each other. And that's what we were. The handwriting was sweet. The cursive was amazing. Something I probably couldn't manage doing.

Afterwards, I started my cleaning process. It was easy since there was not too many things to put in the box. It nearly filled all the way to the top. With the exception of the slip I had to use to go to sleep in.

Finally after finishing my organization. I placed the flaps over each other on the box. Setting it down on the chair. I made my into the bathroom. Shutting the door behind me. I realized that I couldn't lock the door, Francisco must've taken it off.

Pealing my clothes off, I pulled the curtain to my left allowing myself into the shower. I leaned down and turned the faucet to the right. Allowing a gusting amount of water to come out from the bottom, where you would get the water if you were taking a bath.

I kneeled down and I pulled the random top piece connected to the spout up. The water disappears and becomes droplets of water. I allowed my body to become wet.

I reached over and grabbed the bar of soap from the shelf implemented into the shower. It was fresh new bar. I soaked it under the water for a second. Before bringing to myself.

I started rubbing the bar around my low regions, bring it up to my stomach. Suddenly out of the blue. Someone's hand wrap around my stomach, pulling me against their body.

Before I could let this continue. I removed their hands off of me and turned to face them. It was Francisco, not that at the top of my head I thought it was him. A hurting smile left my face.

"You aren't happy about something." Francisco said. I felt a tear slip from my left eyes and slowly descended down my cheek.

"I am just going to miss all of this. The estate, parties, events, and mostly. You." I admitted.

"Don't let tiny little things like that, ruin something huge that you have been waiting to do for months." Francisco replies.

"But you aren't a small part of my life. It's quite the opposite actually." I disagreed.

"Doesn't matter. Let's just spend the last three weeks together wisely. At the end of it, I will make sure you won't regret leaving." Francisco said, as a smile grew on his face. That damn smile.

"What did I do to get so lucky with you?" I question, along with a smile on my face.

"I think I am the lucky one, actually." Francisco answers. Suddenly, Francisco leans down and presses his lips against mine. Instead of trying to resist it. I just let my eyes shut until he pulls away.

"Now, let's actually take a shower and not waste water." I suggested. Francisco laughs.

"I agree." Francisco replies.

***

As some of you know! It's my girl, Hailee Steinfeld's birthday today and ironically tomorrow is Sage's birthday. Ever since I started this book. It's gotten me to really enjoy Hailee Steinfeld's presence now and she's become extremely relevant to me.

I love her personality and how she's down to earth. I am going to 99.9% honest with y'all, I am going to miss this book so much after it ends. It's brought me closer to all the characters in the book.

Especially with Francisco and Sage. And made me love them even more in real life. I have always liked Hailee Steinfeld. This just makes me love her more. I have grown so attached to them both.

But that's a special little note. Happy early birthday to Sage and Happiest birthday to the queen Haiz (Hailee Steinfeld)!