Blessed By The Moon

Chapter 17

 Author's note : This is not Skye remembering her past, more like you guys knowing it in order to have the story move along. By the end of this you will understand many things about her.

 the Lost Memories will last for a few chapters.

So basically I hope this helps you understand how she lost her  memories and her relation with the others. I hope you enjoy this <3

Lost Memories part 1:

Skye's- No, May's pov:

A year ago.

3 hours before Jordan's birthday party.

I'm in full-on multitask mode. The house is electric, friends everywhere, all working to get things ready. I'm bouncing from one corner to the next, trying to keep everything on track without completely losing it.

"May, where do I put these balloons?" Katie asks, clutching a rainbow of helium balloons like she's holding her breath. She's practically shaking.

I laugh, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Katie, it's okay! Just leave them on the floor for now. Jake will handle it when he gets here. Besides, it's not like the balloons have a right or wrong spot!"

She nods, her shoulders loosening a little. "Right, right. I just want it to be... you know, perfect."

"It's gonna be," I promise, giving her a quick squeeze. "Because you're the one doing it."

Across the room, Andrea is fussing with some DIY pom-poms, brow furrowed. "May, would you mind grabbing the glue gun from the storage room? These fluffy things are falling apart."

I grin. "On it!" I dart off and return with the glue gun in no time, handing it over to her with a flourish.

She rolls her eyes, smirking. "Alright, show-off. Seriously though, what's your secret? Are you, like, part superhuman?"

Laughing, I lift a whole couch by myself to make space, just to mess with her. "Two cups of coffee, chocolate every day... and being blessed by the Moon! "

Andrea watches, laughing, as I single-handedly move the furniture. "Remind me never to challenge you to a race."

I wink. "I'd let you win to be honest."

Things are coming together, but we're still short on pastries. "I'll run over to Yara's Bakery to pick up the food!" I shout, tying my sneakers and stepping out the door. Mom's car is sitting in the driveway, and for a second, I consider hotwiring it just to save myself the walk... but I decide to keep my life intact for now

I'm just tying my laces when a car pulls up beside me. Jordan rolls down the window and grins, shameless as ever. "Fact: Tony's dick is actually smaller than his hand size. Confirmed."

I burst out laughing and dig out twenty bucks from my pocket, handing it over. "I'm not even gonna ask how you know, but if you're lying, you—"

He cuts me off with a quick kiss. "Will get off scot-free if I make you the world's best dinner."

I smack his arm, checking around to make sure no one saw. "I was gonna say I'd send a picture of you in my bra to your brother, but yeah, your idea works too."

He opens the car door for me with a wink. "Please don't. He'd never let me live it down."

We head to Yara's Bakery, and once inside, I'm meticulously checking that our order is exactly what we need—every pastry and cake accounted for. Jordan, meanwhile, is casually sneaking bites of everything he can get his hands on.

"Stop it, birthday boy! You'll get to eat all of it later!"

"Shush, I'm starving! Birthday boys get first dibs!"

We finally get the boxes loaded in the car, and I'm practically giddy when I see the cake. Jordan tries to sneak a peek, but I swat him away—Yara's masterpiece is a surprise. Yara herself is in full mom-mode, going over every detail with us. She suddenly stops, looking at Jordan like she just remembered something crucial.

"Jordan," she says, narrowing her eyes. "You're not even old enough to legally drive, let alone own this car."

Jordan leans against the car casually. "I know, right? Crazy how my subconscious keeps warning me about that."

She sighs, clearly exasperated. "You know I'll have to tell your parents, right?"

Jordan just shrugs, a grin spreading across his face. "And what are they gonna do, ground me?" He pauses, looking a bit more serious. "Oh wait, they actually would. Guess I'll have to sneak out... again."

Yara glares at him, but before she can lecture him further, he pulls a small bag from his pocket. "Anyway, it's a shame, 'cause I found these rare mud seeds on my hike yesterday. They're perfect for the oracle's potions... but I guess I'll just keep them."

Her expression changes in an instant. "How many seeds do you have?"

"Enough to get you a free session with her." He tosses the bag to her, smirking.

With Yara satisfied, we head back and start arranging everything. I've got just enough time to get ready, but as soon as I get up from the couch, Jordan pulls me back down, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug.

"Jordan! I have to get dressed!" I protest, laughing.

He doesn't let go. Instead, he turns me so I'm lying back on the couch, him hovering over me. "But it's my birthday, and I get whatever I want. Including a kiss."

He leans down and kisses me, slow and soft, before pulling away with a smirk. I laugh, pushing him off. "This is nice and all, but we both have mates somewhere out there, Jordan."

He shrugs, leaning back. "Unless we're mates. I turn today, and you turn in a year and six months. What are the odds?"

I roll my eyes as I get up. "Keep praying," I call over my shoulder, heading to my room.

Deep down, I'm 90% sure we'll end up as mates. We've been inseparable since we were kids. I want it to be him... but I can't get too attached. What if he finds his mate tonight, and it isn't me? Or I find mine, and it isn't him? The bond between mates is too powerful to ignore.

I slip into my red dress, tie my hair up in a high ponytail, and make my way back downstairs to check that everything is in place. The house looks amazing, and I can hear Jordan getting changed in my little brother's room.

We're hosting the birthday in my house because it's the biggest.

Tonight, I'll let go of the "what ifs" and just live in the moment. The party's about to start, and I know it's going to be perfect.