Don't forget About Me

Chapter Five

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Author's note
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I apologize for not updating in a while. I've been a little busy with my brother and plus Halloween. And I stayed at my moms for a couple days and just simply didn't have much time to update. So hopefully I'll be updating a lot more. I'm sorry this chapter is kinda crapo

It was now afternoon as Elvis and I drove up the mountain in his truck, on the winding dirt road through the trees. It was a beautiful day, and there was almost not a cloud in sight. It was April, getting close to summer but it wasn't as hot as it was in the summer, to which I was thankful. The fresh air blew in swiftly through the window as I leaned my head out slightly, loving the feeling of the cool breeze against my face. The sound of Bobby Darin played on the radio, which set me in a happy mood. Elvis and I snacked in popcorn and Pepsi we bought at the store before we left town. We joked about random shit, and sang along to every song that came on the radio.

Elvis didn't mention what happened this morning and I certainly wasn't going to bring it up. The dream had left me in a weird state of mind and I couldn't seem to shake it. I would forget about it, then it would come back nagging at me. I never thought about Elvis in that way before, although most girls across the world probably did. I figured it was just because I had raging teenage hormones coursing through me. Elvis, being the only guy I'm close to just happened to appear in my dream. Yeah that's exactly why.

"Look." Elvis pointed to the left outside his window. There stood a small baby dear and his mother a few yards away from the road.

"Awww he looks like Bambie." I cooed. The two dear eventually saw us and scampered away. It was the most adorable thing ever.

My favorite thing about being in the mountains was seeing animals. I was a nature girl, no doubt about it. My parents always had to keep an eye on me when I was little because I used to wonder off into the woods alone. One time in particular, my parents and I were camping. I was only five or six at the time and after dinner I followed a rabbit into the woods. It was nearly dark when my father found me almost a mile away from our camp. They scolded me for it, but they knew I was just curious. But of course, curiosity killed the cat.

I glanced at Elvis, I noticed his black hair was fading into a light brown, which you could only see in the sunlight. I really didn't understand why he didn't like his natural blonde color, but black suited him well. His eyes held concentration on the road ahead and he looked at ease for the first time since he got back. He was always extremely tense whenever he returned. It took him a long time to finally wind down from traveling and working so hard. He went from being hyper, to exhausted, then restless. I doubted he got much sleep while he was away. It seemed like every time he got back to a normal sleeping pattern he had to hit the road again.

We arrived at the lake and it looked about the same as it did last time we were here. I got out of the truck and took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air, and sighed in contentment.

Elvis got our fishing poles and we walked down to the lake. We sat on a rock close to the edge of the lake and began our fishing routine. We both hated fish, so if we caught some we'd take a few home to Vernon and Gladys. Most of the fish we caught, we threw back into the water.