In Memory

Chapter 1: Last Memory

Aubrey laid in bed clicking through the images on her camera. Her big curly hair obstructing her vision, so she constantly blew it out of her face. She had a warm orange sweater with some jean shorts her mom sent her from a thrift shop. Her dad walks in and looks over her bed filled with developed photos from this summer. One she really liked was the photo she took with her mom before she left for her dad's this summer. Her mom's Asian features can somewhat be seen in Aubrey's face, though she mostly looks like her dark skinned dad.

"Why don't you go out and take photos of the town before you have to leave for the airport in the morning." Her dad sits on the bed which worried the hell out of her that he was smashing the photos. "But I already have so many" Aubrey pointed out. "Go take some more of the people around here, I know how you love taking pictures of people in their natural habitat." Her face lit up at her fathers words. She grabs her camera bag and dashes out the door. "Just make sure you get their consent first!" He calls out down the stairs. "Yeah, yeah!" She yells back, already out the door. Aubrey looks around and sees a couple of kids playing down the street. She starts to make her way over there when she hears classical music.

Her eyes search where the sound was coming from when she realized it was an open window to the house next to her dad's. She squinted her eyes further once she saw a figure moving elegantly inside. Aubrey peaked through the window like the creeper she is. there was a teenage boy wearing shorts and a tank top. He had dark curly hair that was put up in a man bun like a true ballerina. He looked so beautiful, so content with what he was doing, she knew she had to capture this moment. Right when his leg went in the air, reaching towards the ceiling a loud click is heard from the bushes.

The flash caught his eye, she quickly hid in the rose bush, thorns poking and jabbing at her skin. The dark skinned man rested his elbows on the frame of the window as he looked around for what made the sound. A small whimper escaped the bush as she tried to hold in her cries of pain. Not the smartest escape plan she must admit.

"Hey, perv" The beautiful man smirked placing his head in his palm, gazing down at the not so clever stalker. She falls out of the bush and brushes off the thorns lodged into her sweater. "I'm not a perv..." She muttered quietly. "Your a quiet one, say did you like my choreography, stalker?" He smiles teasingly.

"I have a name you know!" Aubrey shouted out of embarrassment being called such demeaning names. "What would you like to be called my little pervert." He cooed flirtatiously. "My name is Aubrey" She crossed her arms stubbornly. "Nice to meet you Aubrey, I am what people call the gayest straight person you'll ever meet" He chuckled.

'"Because your a ballerina?" Aubrey questions. "Yeah, at first it was just to get close to the girl I liked but after we broke up they wouldn't let me leave the class because I have 'too much potential', I grew a passion for it over time" He gave her a little wink with a finger gun.

"I'm Wilby by the way" He smiled this bright smile. He seemed very confident in himself. They shake hands formally and she can't help but notice how large rough looking his hands were compared to hers. He couldn't help but notice how small and soft hers were. "I wanna see what you took a picture of " Wilby smirked as he grabbed her camera out of her hand and started skimming through her gallery. "That's actually a really nice shot of my penché" Wilby said scrolling through her other images.

"Your what?" Her mind goes dirty thinking it was a raunchy Spanish word due to his Hispanic accent. "This" He did the ballet move once more, bending over and lifting his leg in the air. She sighed in relief. "Here, I got to get back to practicing but uh... you know where I live now so, don't be a stranger, okay, stalker?" He smiles handing back the camera.