You Never Lost Me. You Never Will.

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

ALIYAH’S POV

What did he say? Did he just ask me if I like him? I thought as I composed myself from the shock brought by his question.

“What are you talking about? Of course I like you.” I said. Idiot. My heart and mind was at war when I saw his face really literally lighten up.

Letting him enter once more in your heart gives him the license to hurt you again. What if he leaves again? My realistic mind said.

It didn’t take me long to save me from what I just said. “As a friend.” I quickly added.

He continued to stare at me for a few seconds and then he wrapped his arms above my shoulder.

“Aww.. I like you too best friend.” He said and he accompanied me towards the door of my house. I noticed the curtains on the big window beside the door move. I’ll have a talk with my parents about this later. I thought. I smiled at the thought.

“So, see you tomorrow at school?” he asked.

“Yeah, maybe.” I simply answered.

“Let’s walk together tomorrow on the way to school. Deal?”  he said charmingly.

“Maybe.” I said as I entered our house. Wait, I was supposed to walk with him to their house to greet his grandparents. Oh well. Maybe some other day. I watched him reach his house before slowly closing the door. As I turned, my parents were standing in front of me and the first I noticed was their huge grins.

JORDAN’S POV

I am happy and at the same time disappointed. It was weird. I am happy to finally see and talk to my fist love a.k.a. my best friend. I was really hurt when she said she doesn’t know me when in fact, she does.

After talking to her at the park, it made me realize that I was really wrong when I left suddenly without giving her goodbye. I realized that I really should make it up to her.

The moment I asked her if she still likes me, I thought I would die of suspense. I really wanted her to like me not as a friend but a special someone. The moment I said those words, I regretted it. Especially when I said ‘I still like you’.

Half of me wanted her to say I like you too because you’re my special someone. Half of me wanted her to say ‘You are my best friend after all’. I guess it was really a stupid question. We were below ten years old that time for pete’s sake!!!

I really felt stupid and foolish for that question.

“Dan, is that you?” I heard grannie said coming from the kitchen.

“Where have you been? It sure is late.” She said.

“Grannie, do you remember Aliyah Takahashi from before? The girl I used to play with, before we moved out?” I asked. If there was an award for having a great memory and full physical strength at the age of 82, my grannie would have won that award.

“Yes I do. Why do you ask?”

“She lives right in front of our house.”

“You mean the one vacated by the Smith family? The ones who went to England?”

“Yes.”

“Really? Oh why didn’t you say so?” she said in surprise. “I should go out and talk to them.” She said as she removed her apron and was headed outside. I stopped her before getting out because it’s already late.

“It’s late grannie. They might be resting or doing something. Maybe today’s not a good time. We could invite them tomorrow for dinner if you want.” I suggested. That thought really just popped randomly from my mind.

“Maybe you’re right.” She said going back to what she was doing. Okay, dinner’s saved. I thought. If she went out and talked to the Takahashi family, not only will we disturb them, but grannie would surely forget the dinner she was cooking. She was very talkative and if mood strikes her, she would just talk and talk and go on talking, totally forgetting everything.

“I will just be up on my room. I’ll go back when dinner’s ready. Where’s pops?” I looked around for my grandfather.

“He’s out in the porch with his friends. Maybe you want to join them.” She said.

“No thanks. You know how they talk. I would surely feel out of place with those old men. Everything’s vintage for them.”

“You silly boy. Up you go. Be sure to be ready by the time I call for dinner.”

I didn’t bother to offer my help. We do have our scheduled day to cook. I cook every Saturday, Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Knowing grannie, she would not let me be near to the kitchen if she’s on schedule.

I went upstairs to my bedroom and upon entering, I dropped my body to the bed and thought of what happened earlier. What is she doing right now? What will I talk to her about tomorrow morning? What if she changed? Those thought were my last ones before I fell asleep and dreamt of her. Aliyah.

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