17 Again (Double Trouble)*Under Construction*

A Week Later

A week later (Thursday)

        Things have turned back to normal ever since the basketball game. I realized that I have no regrets during this one in a  life time chance of being a teenager again. I kinda miss being a high school student, not caring about a calorie count, running class to class, hanging out at the nearby café and drinking espresso keeping us awake during the first few periods till lunch, tanning ourselves while lying on the fresh cut green grass and it may seem weird, but I do sorta miss the sweet smell of body spray and men's Old Spice deodorant after a rough practice or gym class trying it's best to cover the overpowering aroma of sweat, but that's just me. ;P

        Even though I was a teenager once, but right now I think growing up in a different time slash decade. Being a teenager once was enough. I'm really thankful that I got to experience it twice in my life. I love being in the comfort of my bed again with my husband by my side and seeing my son every morning at the crack of dawn and giving him a ride to school, knowing that I'm not keeping another secret away from him. 

    Work has been kinda slow lately. Ever since I came back to the studio I've hit a giant patch of artists block. (yes, that's a real thing) I've spent my morning in my office sitting around waiting for something to hit me on the head and give my an inspiration but all I got was nothing. I worried for this day to come. I then spend my afternoons in my art studio in the basement going through my old books, photos, journal entries on lose pieces of paper in many of my note copybooks and whatnot from back in the day. Is it possible that you go through a whole book of junk and I still come out with no ideas popping in my head. 

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        Knock, Knock  "Come in" "Hey, what's up?" "The usual." "Oh, okay....Is there something you need?" "Hmm, no it's just that I still can't believe that you- " "were transformed into your 17 year old self." "That and how could you be that cool." "You thought that your own mom wasn't that cool to begin with?" I smile. "That and.........I would have thought my mom as being my friend." "Wellll..-" 

"Knock, Knock. Is anyone home?" My husband says jokingly poking his head into the bedroom. "Hey why is everyone in here? Is there a party and I wasn't invited? he sacasticly gasps. "You're always welcome." I say patting the empty seat right next to me on the bed. "Hold on" my husband wished before he walked into the closet to change out of his work clothes and into his pyjamas. "Mom, were you really like that..back when you were in high school. Playing guitar, playing in the men basketball team..?" my son curiously asked.  "Ye-" 

        "Of course she was!" My husband answers for me, coming out of the closet wearing his pyjamas which consisted of a white under shirt and black and grey plaid cotton pants, he continued. "Your mom was everyone's role model, she was super smart, ultimately talented and beyond beautiful." he finishes before pulling he into a chaste kiss, causing me to giggle afterwards, since forgot that my son was in the room. My husband looks at his son, "Hey Ant can you walk over to the bookshelf over there and get that thick blue and gold hard cover book?" "What for?" Ant asks, getting up doing as he's told. "Just bring it over here." 

"Okay" he says as he drops the heavy book on the bed covers making the bed vibrate. "Now what page is it..... come on.....come on.." David  flipped through the pages scanning past many memories, stored within the photos, before stopping at a page dedicated to the basketball varsity team. "A-ha" he smirks before turning the book facing it to our son. "Guess who that is?" he points at the only girl in the photo. "Ha, that's you mom." he smiles as he continued looking at the image until something caught his attention. "Dad who's this dude knealing next to mom in this photo? He looks kinda like me." he points at the person in the picture, which made my husband and I look at each other before answering. "Um, that's me" "Seriously!?" "And the other guy next to me is you uncle Mike and the little blond, who's jumping in fear is... Uncle Ned." I explained pointing at the image making him chuckle. 

        He began to flip through the pages to the middle where the senior student photos. "Okay...O'Donnell...O'-A-ha! I found you mom and woah...can your curls get any bigger?" "Hey it was the style back then" "Ya, ya, excuses, no I'm just kidding." he smiles before flipping through the book a little more before he speaking once more, "So that's how all of you became friends. huh?" he asked raising a brow. "Well not exactly I met you mom and your uncle on the first day of junior high and then we met your uncle Ned in our first year at Hayden High. And then afterwards we all met your aunt Scarlett during the beginning of our senior year." my husband explained before I gently took the large hard cover book out of his hands. "and that's another long story for another time. Right now it's 11:00 on a weekday, I think we should all be getting some sleep." "Awww" Ant whined. "when you weren't here dad allowed me to stay up. Well... now that I'm back my rules are put back and to be followed. "Fine, and mom-" he asked from the door. "Yes?" "Glad you're back." he said making me smile. "Me too, goodnight." he said before closing the bedroom door behind him. 

        Suddenly I feel warm lips pressing a kiss on my temple, I turn my head to face my husband who lightly kept smiling. "Hey you okay?" he asks me in a soothing voice. "Ya, it's just that I have one thing that's been on my mind lately ever since the basketball game." "Oh ya, what is it?" "Work is driving me insane, because I can't come up with an inspiration for me to continue on with this project." I whined. He wrapped his arms around me, "It 's okay don't think about it too much don't stress yourself over this. It's be- you're tired, I'm exhausted. Sleep on it, maybe you might come up with something subconsciously." "Yeah, maybe you're right." "Am I always?" I smile at his little rhetorical comment, while scooting myself deeper, under the sheets. "Good night" I sang. David pressed another kiss on my forehead "Good night Char." he whispers as he stretches to his bedside table to turn off the lamp. Click. With a press of a button the house became silent yet peaceful, allowing me to slowly close my eyes and blissfully dream. 

There's your chapter as promised. It sure took me a while, but the end of the school year is closely arriving and that mean studying!!  And on top of that, this year is the most important year of my life soo you know what that means. I'll need to study up to my full extent.

- Thank You guys for understanding.

I'll try squeezing in a chapter before exams but I'm not making any promises. Sorry :(

Don't  you all worry there will be plenty more chapters and flashbacks in next chapter that will be coming up next week for you guys.

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as always I love every one of you and

of course infinite kisses Muah!

- Dany Man