When Jenny and the kids finally drove away, I ran up to my room to find Tate lying on my bed reading a book. "What are you doing?!" I ask clearly frustrated. He glanced up. "I'm reading. What does it look like?" He smirked.
"Where those people down there ghosts?" I asked softly. He looked up and put the book aside. "Yes. But dont worry. They wont bother as long as I'm here." he said with a smile. I smilsd back. It wasn't a totally real smile but it was completely fake. I thought about the last time I truely smiled or laughed. It was with him.
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It was one of those days where it wasnt rainy and cold but it wasn't hot and uncomfortable. It was just... perfect. We where walking along in an old park and he led me over to a bench.
"Isn't beautiful?" i asked as we watched the sun set. "Not as beautiful as you." he smiled. I glared at him. "Stop it. You're too cheesy." i groaned. I hated it when people got all cheesy like that. And he knew it. Thats why he does it. He loves to get on my nerves.
"you make me that way."
"Well then i guess we shoukd break up" i joked. But the smile vanished from his face. After that, i apologized and explained that i didnt mean it. "Its okay," he smiled," i cant stay made at you, beautiful." he kissed me. It was my first kiss. But it didn't feel right. It didn't feel... real. We pulled apart and i smiled. Even though the kiss didn't feel right, I smiled a true smile.
<end flashback>
I was brought back to the present by Tate calling my name.
"Rose? Rose? Umm hello earth to Rose." I jerked my head up and looked at him with tears in my eyes. His face softened and he gathered me in for a hug. "Rose what's wrong? Was it something I said?" I shook my head. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"I don't know. Maybe." I sniffed. I'll never get over him will I? I thought to myself. "It's okay. If you don't feel like it then you can tell me when you're ready." He said gently. I sighed.
"No. I should probably talk about it. I haven't told anyone this."
"What about Jenny?" I shook my head. "No. I just.. I just don't feel right going to her with all of my problems."
"Why?" I sniffed and took a deep breath. I was gonna cry. Just the thought of saying what I'm about to say out loud hurts me. "My mom committed. Four years ago maybe? I was twelve when it happened. I just feel like it wouldn't be right if I confide in her." I take another deep breath. I'm so close to tears right now. "I mean, yeah she wasn't a great mom most of the time. But she would have given me advice for things like break ups. S-she left. She never even braided my hair when I was little." I sob. "She she wasn't there for me at all. My prom, she didn't go dress shopping with me. Jenny did. Sh-she didn't help me get ready she didn't help pick the dress. Sh-she left me. And didn't think of what it would do to me." I felt Tate's arms tighten around me. "They never found her body either." I whisper.
"I'm sorry." He said as he dried my tears. Even though 2,000 more where bound to come. "Wait did you say they didn't find her body?" He asked. I nodded. "Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, she left you? As in left you with Jenny and went off to do things to take her mind off the suicide of her son and the death of her husband?" He questioned. Huh. I never really thought about it like that.
"You think she'd change her name?" I ask while pulling out my laptop. He shrugged. "Maybe. If I didn't wanna be found I would." I logged on every social network and searched " Mary Bryan" and found none that looked like her, I searched her maiden name "Mary Ross" nothing.
"Hmm"
"Hmm what?" I ask.
"Did she ever wish she had a different name? Like, a name she dreamed she had. Or her name with the person she used to have crush on. You know like those school girls would do like 'Mrs. Rose Langdon." I gave him the 'did-you-really-just-say-that?' Look. He looked back at me with wide eyes.
"Um I did not mean to say that." I laughed. He looked at me confused. "Aww Tate! I love that you have dreams of a 'Mrs. Rose Langdon'!" I laugh. He cuts me a glare.
"Aww come on Tate. I was kidding. Lighten up." I made a face at him. It took almost three million weird faces to make him crack. "Okay okay. To be fair I shouldn't have given that as an example." He laughed.
"And why not?" I scoffed.
"Because" he smiled.
"Because??"
"Just because."
I groaned. "TATE JESSICA LANGDON!!"
He burst into laughter. "Jessica!? That's not my name!"
"I don't care! It was the first thing that came to my mind!" He laughed. Soon after we where both lying on the bed laughing. Then my laptop beeped. I checked and saw I had a Facebook message. I opened it and looked. I almost choked.
"What is it?" Tate asked seriously.
"I think.... someone just sent me my moms new name.." So was it all a lie? Was she even dead!?
"Rose. Someone could be playing a trick. Or it could be someone else."
"Who would play a trick like that?"
"Someone who doesn't like you."
"I haven't even met anyone besides you."
"You have school tomorrow. Someone could have found out there's a new kid and they might wanna start early on the bullying." He snarled.
Before I could answer Jenny pulled up in the driveway. "ROSE IM HOME!!"
"NOTICED!"
"I BROUGHT YOU TACO BELL!!!"
And with that, I went running. I could barely hear Tate laughing in the distance.
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I really don't know where I'm going with this.
Like my head is jumbled up with all these great sad ideas and I just don't know where to put them.
So.... Her mummy might be alive.
Wow. I'd be so mad at my mom if she did that to me.
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