Chapter Eleven

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September 5th, 2014

I'm running out of food. Luckily, I saw a small grocery store in the trailer park that I can get stuff from. People most be very lazy to have their own supermarket in their neighborhood.

I out my hair in a bun and put on my glasses, to tired to put in my contacts. I'm glad I don't have the wireless glasses I had two years ago, the ones I have now are apparently called hipster-glass and are very cool.

I get on my golf cart and drive through the winding roads until I find the store. I remember driving past it on my earlier golf cart expedition. I walk out the door in my sagging sweatpants and hoodie and unplug the golf cart.

Driving quickly, I get to the store right as it opens. I park my cart and shop quickly, roaming up and down the isles.

"Hey, hey! Jo!" I turn, holding a carton of milk, and spot the holder of the voice.

Braden.

"Hey Braden." I greet him. Yesterday was weird, but judging by his presence, he's moved on.

"What's up?" He asks.

I glance upward, "Well, the ceiling is at the moment."

He laughs and says, "I'm sorry about yesterday. I think the cold water was affecting my brain."

"Yeah, well, I should get going..."

"Maybe we could hang out sometime, as friends, not like we're-" he pauses, "never mind."

I walk away quietly. I get back to my trailer and turn up the heat, the autumn chill came a bit early this year. But autumn has always been my favorite month.

I pick up my phone and dial Liam, my thumbs seemed to know what to type even though I hadn't remembered his digits.

He picks up after a few rings, "Jo? Is everything alright darling?"

"No, I mean, yeah. Everyone's good, I was just calling to talk for a second." I say, sitting down next to Tiger on the floor.

"About what?" He gives a little breathy laugh at the end and it makes my heart tremble.

"I don't know, my memories?"

"What have you remembered, in total?" He asks quietly.

"I remember being at the club with you and Louis, buying my trailer, you leaving for tour, and being on Ellen's show." I say, remembering each thought individually, and thinking them over.

"That's not too bad." Liam mumbles, but I can tell by the tone in his voice that's it's. Not good either.

"I know, I wish I could just remember everything." I say, sighing.

"Me too." Liam whispers after seconds of silence.

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