Pictures Of A Memory

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Okay so this chapter is super short because it didnt really fit in with the next chapter so I had to make it its own. But, I am uploading the next chapter as well so yay! Comment and let me know what you think! :)

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I was flipping through an old photo album when my mom walked in. "How are you feeling today sweetie?" 

"A lot better." I said looking up from my book.

She glanced down to see what I had been doing. "Gosh, you kids look so young," she said pointing to a picture of Dalton, Brady and me.

"Yeah, that feels like forever ago."

"Remember when I took the one above it," she said pointing to a picture of just Dalton and me.

"Yes, how on earth could I forget." I remember everything about that day.

My mother laughed, "I needed to develope the role and had one picture left! Plus, it was a good memory."

"Mhm, sure mom." I still didnt really believe her motives behind taking that picture.

I heard her sigh as she looked at the page with me, "You guys make quite the pair."

"We're a trio mom..."

"Yes, yes of course. Thats what I meant. Anyways, breakfast is ready." She said and got up to leave my room.

"I'll be there in a minute." What did she mean by pair?

I sat there thinking about the day that picture of Dalton and me was taken.

Flashback:

Dalton was walking me home after the fiasco at the park. I told him it wasnt necessary but he wanted to anyways. We got to my house, "Well thanks for...well everything. Do you want to come inside? Get a soda or something, for you know, all your trouble?"

"It was no trouble at all," he smiled. "But yeah, I'd love something to drink."

We walked into my house and into the kitchen. My mother was there looking through bags on the counter. I saw the look on her face when she looked up and realized who was in our home. I couldnt quite figure out what the expression meant though. "Mom, this is Dalton. Dalton, this is my mom." I said introducing them to each other. 

Dalton shook my moms hand as she said, "Ah yes, I remember seeing you at Brady's. I've heard quite alot about you. Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, please." He answered.

She handed us cans of soda, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"I came across some bags in the garage so Im going through them. Look what I found," she said holding up a disposable camera. "I think it was from our vacation last year. I have one picture left. Oh! Let me get one of the two of you."

I stared at her blankly, "Um, no...I think you should just take it of the sink or something."

"Come on Lyrica, its just a picture and I dont want to waste good film on something like the sink."

I looked at Dalton, "I think Dalton has to be going now."

He laughed, "I have time for a picture."

"Wonderful!" My mother said delighted. "Now, go stand in the living room by the fireplace, thats where the best lighting is."

I couldnt believe she was doing this to me. She made us stand together with my arm around his waist and his arm around my shoulders. It was awkward and embarrassing but Dalton didnt seem to mind. She snapped the picture. Dalton stayed for a bit longer before my mom offered to drive him home. We dropped him off and I got outta the car to say bye. 

"Seriously, thanks again." I said to him.

"It was really no problem. You mean a lot to Brady, any friend of his is a friend of mine," he smiled at me.

I gave him a hug, "Im sorry."

"For what?" He asked confused.

"For not liking you..." I admitted quietly.

He chuckled, "Its alright. You thought I was trying to steal Brady, I get it. I hope this means we can all be friends now?"

"Of course! I think Im gonna like you." I smiled back at him

"Oh, you'll love me!"

I hit him gently and rolled my eyes, "Yeah we'll get along just fine."

On the ride home, I saw my mother snicker to herself, "What?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing." I keep staring at her. "Its just, I knew you'd come around eventually."

"Lyrica!" I snapped outta my thought process when I heard my name being yelled. Crap, breakfast. "Coming!" I shouted back. I took one last look at the photo album before heading down stairs.

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