Remember Me || P. Parker

Artwork and GPA

Oliver was the first one down the stairs on this fine Wednesday morning, there was a slight spring in his step, meaning he was happy about something. "Off to school today are we?" he stopped in his tracks and looked towards his mother. She held her watering can and a few dead leaves in her hands. She stared at him intensely, waiting for the brunette boy to answer. "Yeah, mum I felt super sick yesterday, must have been something I ate" Oliver continued on into the kitchen towards the fridge. "Or it was something you drank... Oliver, how many times do I have to tell you not to go to parties on a school night? I don't care if you drink but just know, if you get caught by the police, you're not my kid" Alice leaned against the island, shaking her head at her brother what an idiot she thought. "Let me be a rebel mum! I have street cred to build and skipping out on prestigious parties like that won't help" Oliver groaned, pouring himself a glass of orange juice. Alice was thoroughly amused with the conversation. "Oliver... it was a frat party, hardly prestigious" Wendy tended to the plants by her side as she spoke, plucking dead a dead leaf as she watered. Oliver went to speak, how the hell did she know it was a frat party? "There are now secrets in this family Oliver Harvard, you should know this by now." His mother sent him a knowing look as she dumped the rest of the water into a smaller plant by her feet. Oliver narrowed his eyes and looked towards Alice. "You son of a b-""Oliver!" "Sorry mum!" Alice shook her head and pulled her bag over her shoulder, giving her brother the hint that she was going to leave with or without him.

Oliver had gotten his usual seat on the bus, next to a tall, platinum blonde haired girl (who reminded he of Gwen but he tried not to think of her, Alice's friends were off limits). She was a little bit older than him, he guess a year. Her makeup was always dark, but flawless, her facial features were sharp. Whenever she would look out the window Oliver would steal glances at her, he admired her daily. Though they had sat next to each other for the better part of three months, they had never spoken a word to one another, mainly due to the fact that she got off at the stop just after he got on. But today she stayed. His heartbeat grew quicker as he waited for her to stand up, but she never did, so he took it as a sign to say something. He thought carefully about his words, not wanting to mess it up. He stole a glance at her, mentally noting that she looked prolonging at the art museum they passed. "You know, that museum there has one of the most expensive paintings ever, done by Leonardo da Vinci. It's called The Persistence of Memory, apparently it was donated here by some guy who bought it for two hundred and fifty million" he was proud of himself, he was able to strike up a conversation with a pretty girl and look smart about it too! "Wrong" she spoke, not tearing her eyes away from out the window. "Sorry?" "I said, wrong. Your information is wrong" she looked to Oliver, glancing up and down at his body. "The Persistence of Memory was painted by Salvador Dali and your right about the donation, but it was bought for five hundred and fifty million. Quite a large number for a painting so small. Also, you were implying that MOMA has that painting, but in fact, they had that painting. The key word being had. They used to. But ever since yesterday morning it's been hanging above my bed at my apartment, I find it really ties the whole room together." Oliver was, for a lack of a better word, shook. He stared at her with a shocked look on his face, she couldn't really be serious. She was just making him feel dumb, she was letting him know the hard way that she wasn't interested. "You're cute though, makes up for how dumb you are" the girl got up from her seat beside him and exited the bus as soon as it opened its doors. Oliver, who was still in shock, didn't realize that she had stolen his watch in parting.

Across the city, Alice paced in front of her locker, she was nervous MJ watched her closely, fixing her beat up, hand-me-down backpack, further up her shoulder. "AL! Would you relax?! It's just a quiz, it'll barely count towards your final grade" Mary Jane was as bright and sunshiny as ever on this wonderful Wednesday. "I need to get a high GPA this year MJ, universities look at this year in more depth than senior year. I can't afford a low mark..." MJ rolled her eyes, it was times like this that she questioned why they were friends. "Alice, you have churro dust all over you. If I didn't know better I'd say you and Peter lady and the tramped the shit out of one on the bus" Gwen brushed off the dust from her red turtleneck sweater. "More like I deep throated the entire thing by myself because peter had already gotten one this morning" Alice muttered. MJ smirked, it was times like these that she remembered the reasons why they were friends in the first place. MJ looked her two friends, Gwen fixing up Alice's outfit and Alice trying to hit Gwen's hands away, telling her that it was fine and to leave the toothpaste stain alone. She shook her head to herself, she knew it was coming, she knew she would have to say goodbye to them. Because out of all of the friends she's had, in the many schools she had gone to, these two girls meant the world to her. MJ looked sad for a split second, but she flipped her ginger hair over her shoulder and put on the forced smile mask she knew all too well. "Let's go you bozos, we'll be late" she spoke.