32 Memories - Cameron Dallas

Day 19

chapter 21: memory 31

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Mary's POV

What have I done?

Thoughts were racing around my head as I sat on my bed, hugging my legs and burying my face in my knees.

Now how am I supposed to know what memory 31 was? And all the other memories? I thought I wouldn't care once they were gone, but now curiosity is taking over me.

I haven't spoken to Cameron since that moment I ruined everything. I hate myself for wishing he called me. I don't know what I expected. I told him to leave me alone, but I secretly wish he would show up at my door or contact me somehow...

If he wanted to talk to me, I'm pretty sure he would. It's my fault he wants nothing to do with me anymore. I wish I could blame it all on him but I can't find anything in me to do that. All I can do is continue to blame myself and sit here, going insane as the thoughts take over every part of my mind.

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Cameron's POV

The sound of the basketball bouncing off the rim sounded over and over. I came out here to get things off my mind, but I was so distracted that I couldn't even shoot the ball into the hoop at least once.

I have to tell Mary the truth. I have to tell her that we did not kiss in the memory of us painting her room, and I have to tell her all about memory thirty one.

Memory thirty one was the night before the terrible accident. I have no idea how I'm going to explain to her all of my lies, but I have to. I'm not giving up.

I tossed the basketball in my yard, not caring about it and running down the street immediately. I was panting by the time I got to her driveway, and I was completely out of breath.

"Shit." I muttered when I noticed her mom sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette. She'll never let me inside.

I hid behind the bushes and caught my breath before thinking of a plan. I could just wait for her mom to go back inside and then... what would I do after that?

Maybe I should just go back home.

I was about to go back to my house when I heard Mary's voice.

"Look what you did!" She yelled.

"That was all your fault." I heard her mother reply.

"If you wouldn't have left the door open that nasty cat wouldn't have went into the house!" Mary yells again and I cringed at the thought of the scrawny, flea-covered cat entering the house.

I hear the door slam and I peer over the bushes, relieved when seeing Mary walking down the driveway. She was coming my way.

She didn't see me at first when she passed where I saw crouched behind the bushes. That was until I said her name.

She looked at me quickly, like she was hoping that would happen. She didn't look too good. Her hair was tangled and messy and her eyes were bloodshot. Of course, though, she was still beautiful.

"Cameron."

"Can we go to the hill?" I asked her.

She nodded. I stood up all the way, and the walk back to my house was quiet and full of tension that I didn't want. Finally, when we reached the top of the hill, the air was fresher and we both had things to say.

"I'm-" she started to say right when I started to say, "So I-"

"I'm sorry, you can talk." she blushes.

I take a deep breath and say, "That day we painted your room..."

"We didn't kiss?" She finishes. "I know."

"How would you know?" I ask her in confusion.

"I just... when you told me that we did, you seemed a little guilty. Like you weren't telling the truth. And it just didn't seem right, the way you told the story."

"Oh." is all I can say.

"Is that all?"

"No," I say. "We didn't kiss that day, but we did kiss... another day. On our thirty first memory."

"That's what it was?"

"Yes."

"Why couldn't you just tell me that? It's not a big deal."

That kind of made my heart ache. It's not a big deal that we kissed, apparently. "Not a big deal?"

"Obviously us kissing isn't a big deal if you were willing to lie about the day and time that we did." she shrugs.

I have nothing else left. Nothing to do, nothing to say, no more memories because the memories are all gone. Every single one of the thirty one memories are emptied into the river and gone forever.

Wait a minute.

I gasped. I didn't mean to gasp, it just came out as I realized something.

"What?" Mary asks.

"The thirty second memory."

"I thought there were only thirty one?"

"No, no, no," I can barely talk. "There's another one! You never knew about it because I made it myself."

"Well, what is it?"

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GUYS OKAY SO IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, THE NIGHT BEFORE THE ACCIDENT AND THE NIGHT OF THE ACCIDENT IS ALL GOING TO BE UNFOLDED AND A BIG FLASHBACK OF THOSE TO NIGHTS SO WE CAN ALL KNOW WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED

WOO WOO