Forget Me Not

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

        The desolate place that Lemon called home made her grow restless. For years, or so she believes has been years, she had been forced to stay and live with her friend. She loved her dearly, but as each day went by, she had grown bored and craved for more people.

         The two of them have been together ever since the day they woke up, side by side together, and this has never changed. They were somewhat younger than they were now. Now their hair is longer, their bodies fuller and taller, though her friend has never grown. Lemon realizes this has shown through physically and metaphorically. Everyday as Lemon grew as a person, a mature young woman, her friend had always been the same. Cheerful, energetic, and always craving attention. Their friendship has slowly turned from them having fun, to a babysitting job.

      Lemon knew today she would talk about her feelings. Or perhaps, she would back out like a coward, never having the guts to tell her best friend that she's not fun anymore.

       "Are you okay?" a sweet, shrill voice broke into her thoughts. The friend's name was Kooky, a short girl with dark brown hair and pitch black eyes. Her hair curls up to her temple like fluffy ribbons and is put in a low ponytail. She wears a turquoise shirt with short, puffed sleeves and a light brown peter pan collar wrapped around her neck. She sports a round skirt that somehow stays up without a crinoline. The skirt is brown with black spots splotched over, each dot a different size.

         Lemon was an average sized girl, with bleach blonde hair and fair skin. Her hair wraps her face like Kooky, but not as curled. She wears it in a high ponytail that reaches to the end of her shirt due to the longevity of their stay with no hair dresser. She wears a yellow dress that reaches her knees and who's sleeves reach up to her elbows. It is tied at the waist with a pink ribbon in which the bow hangs to the left of her hips. She wears white stockings that go up to her knees, and Mary Jane shoes.

     Kooky had surprised her with her sudden intrusion, but this was to be expected. Everytime Lemon is alone with her thoughts, Kooky is still there. Her only escape is when they sleep, but she has a feeling that even then she's not alone.

      She glanced over to where Kooky had been looking up to her on her hands and knees. Her eyes seemed to always be set to "puppy" or as Lemon calls it, not even recalling if she has ever seen a puppy, or knows what it is. The both of them were on the floor, for there were no chairs or anything to sit on. Lemon had been sitting with her legs crossed, hands on her cheeks to provide support to her drooping head.

      Kooky was still looking up at Lemon, her curious eyes becoming more worried as Lemon stalled her answer. "Fine. I'm fine," she said, still in her own thoughts. She looked back down to her hands, before jerking her head back to an even more worried face. Lemon panicked, she hates to see Kooky experiencing any negative emotion. It's not what she's used to, and it's not like she's ever actually seen Kooky cry.

     "Hey, hey," she murmured softly as she took Kooky by the hands to comfort her. 'I'm fine, really. I've never been finer."

      "Stop lying," her voice was dark, almost angry. Does she resent me? Kooky was looking away, focusing her vision on the floor in order to avoid eye-contact. Lemon looked at her in disbelief. What had happened to make her this upset? The two of them have already had conversations like this with each other. It usually ended with Lemon saying she's fine, and Kooky would always just back off.

     Lemon let go of Kooky's hands, and searched for whatever they could do for fun, to get them both to forget this conversation, to get her to forget this conversation. But before she could think of anything, a board game appeared before them.

      The place they live in is a type of desert, at least by Lemon's standards. There's no beginning and no end, like a void. No people, no anything. The only way they survived was when they asked for something. Say one of them wanted a snack, they would either say it, or think it. The place was a conscious void that listened to their commands and answered them in fully.

     The place consisted of a two color color-scheme. On some days it can be pink and blue, on others, it shows yellow and brown. Today it showed green and lime.

      Once the game showed up, Kooky had immediately forgotten the situation. She leaped over to it, looking back at Lemon to play. Lemon scooted towards the game, swallowing up a sigh of relief that their conversation was all so soon forgotten.