Two souls wanting to make a mark on the universe and not to be forgotten.
'Forget Me Not' is a novelette of self-discovery, heartbreak, and an unforgettable journey that the characters nor the readers will ever forget.
*I originally pulled this d...
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We don't end up going to India; instead, we end up on a Native American reservation.
"It's utter bullshit that I can't leave the country due to medical concerns," she huffs angrily. "I'm perfectly fine. Assholes."
"Calm down, it's not the end of the world."
"But I wanted to take you out of country!" she all but whines.
"We can go out of the country later. I'm not going anywhere for awhile."
She gives a look that I can't quite decode. I let it go. I just have to accept that I'm not going to figure her out.
"Well, at least we have a new opportunity. Sometimes beauty can be in our own backyard."
She smiles at me, flashing me her straight white teeth. "Remember, you're the apprentice," she says to me, giggling. I grin back at her giddiness, though inside, I'm unsettled.
We stay with a couple of elderly folk from the tribe I assume. I don't know all of the details but I know that there's a festival going on that they want Felicity to photograph. Sometimes I wonder how she can get such great opportunities when a lot of people hire amateurs or take pictures with a smartphone. I'm not complaining, of course as this is my career path, but it's just spectacular. Hopefully I get these offers just from being her apprentice.
"Well, we have a few days to get settled," Felicity says, putting away her unmentionables into a dresser. I hope she leaves me some drawers or our underwear is going to have to share space.
"What are we going to do during those couple days?"
She shrugs. "Probably get to know some people around here. There's a few bars around that will probably have some lit square dancing."
"Square dancing and lit should not be in the same sentence," I say, joking. She rolls her eyes, finishing her unpacking.
"These are some very different bars than where we come from," I say, walking into a scene of Appaloosa.
"Have you actually been in any bars back home? I mean, you are eighteen."
"Right in the gut, Felicity, right in the gut."
She waves her hand dismissively. "I like the saloon bars. It seems socially acceptable to get into fights here."
"I don't think it's socially acceptable to get into fights anywhere."
She ignores me, looking around like a kid who just discovered candy. In a flash, she's asking the bartender for some strawberry drink. I kind of expected hard liquor for her personality, to be honest.
"That'll be seven dollars," he tells her.
"That's not a great pick up line, Dave."
"My name is Kyle."
I give the guy the money. "Kyle" didn't seem happy at all and I don't want to break up a knock out drag out between the bartender and Felicity.
"Isn't he just the greatest boyfriend ever?" she giggles bubbly, pointing at me for the bartender.
"Oh, he is..." the bartender agrees, looking me up and down with something more than friendly appraisal. I'm definitely not into guys. Half the time I'm not into females either. I think I'm just not into people.
After she finishes her drink, Felicity attempts to stand up. She stumbles, falling into me.
"You're not that drunk yet, Fel."
"I don't know, I am really dizzy...and there's two of you..."
And that when Felicity Robertson hurled all over my black Converse.
*Yes it's short. But only because it's a filler. This will be a short-ish story, probably fifteen chapters so things will pick up soon.*
