Remember Me

4. Small Things

I was certainly a mess. A big mess. Lily and mom were running over to me like I fell from a horse. God I don't even wanna think about their reaction if I ever fall from a horse.

It was just a minor accident. I don't even feel the pain anymore. I repeated over and over that I was fine like a robot but they seemed like they didn't give a shit.

Dad and Robert stood there like they didn't know what to do. And yep, they exactly didn't know what to do. Steve sat near me holding my hands (I have no idea why he did that and I tried to lose the grip which ended up resulting in more tight grip) asking me if I was okay for what I could recount as a gazillion time.

And at last from a cry of exhaustion from people making a big deal out of the minor injury I was allowed to head back to my room. it was almost 8 p.m now.

I took a little tour around the house after the Wilsons left and I pretty much love the house. It's not a big gigantic house but it is one that I've always wanted to live in. the ground floor is where we have the kitchen and a bedroom and the living room and the other room near to kitchen which I assume is the dining room.

Dad told me it was an old house that his parents bought for him and he asked some of his friends here to repaint it for him. No wonder why I could smell the fresh paint making their way into my nose. I love the smell of paint. they always remind me of something fresh and new.

The first floor doesn't contain so many rooms. It's just two room on the left and center side. the room in the center is my bedroom. This is my favorite room from all of the rooms. Well, for a fact there is only 3 rooms and this is the biggest and best room. I have a balcony that leads from the room. So I could grab a cup of coffee in the evening and sit there and read books.

Dad told me that even though it rains here quite a lot, when the weather is good, the sunset is really beautiful. Of all the times I've been here, I've never been able to experience it. I wonder how it would feel to sit in the balcony experiencing the blend of beautiful sharp colours leaving their mark forever on the sky.

I settle on my bed which is really comfortable thinking of things I miss to things I can only get here. It has started pouring slightly outside while my mom calls me for dinner. This is one of the things I really like about my family. No matter how busy we are we always find time to have dinner together. It has been a tradition of ours from the day I could remember.

My mom makes the best spaghetti in the world or I at least feel it. Maybe because spaghetti is my favourite food. As I take in the delicious spaghetti in front of me trying to remember every bit of its taste as if I'm having it for the last time dad speaks up

"So, do you like it?"

"Of course I do, everyone who knows me knows that my favourite food is mom's spaghetti"

"Honey, dad's talking about the place" Mom says.

"Oh, it's good dad. Not as bad as I expected it to be"

"It's okay Ell, you don't have to pretend it is good here for me. I know its hard for you to move in to this place and that you miss California. I thought you would like it here. but I should've gave spoke with you before deciding it by myself" Dad says with guilt.

How could I tell him that I'm saying the actual truth?

"Dad, I swear I'm not saying this to make you feel good. I mean it. I like this place. It has, I don't know its on touch of beauty"

My mom gives me a smile. Dad seems happy too.

The rest of the meal goes by with mom and dad talking about their jobs and the neighbourhood.

As I head back to my room I remember it. SHIT. I DIDN'T CALL AIMEE.

Before leaving the place Aimee asked me to call her as soon as I get here. I run to my room falling here and there. Finally, when I make it there and look at my phone I see that I have 12 voicemails from Aimee. I'm surely getting killed today. she wouldn't mind coming here to make sure she kills me.

Each voicemails had Aimee getting more and more angry and worried. I jump on to my bed and calls Aimee. She picks up on the first ring itself. Somehow I knew she would pick up so fast.

"ELLA MARIE JONES. WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN. I CALLED YOU FOR GOD KNOWS HOW MANY TIMES ALL TO END UP WITH YOUR STUPID VOICEMAIL SAYING "HELL OO THIS IS ELLA. I AM BUSY SO LEAVE A VOICEMAIL" TO FUCK WITH VOICEMAIL. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING OR IF YOU GOT NEW FRIENDS BUT YOU CAN NEVER EVER FORGET ABOUT ME FOR A SECOND. DO YOU GET THAT?"

oh I guess I forgot to mention that Aimee can get a temper any time.

I wait for her to finish swearing on me.

"Hello? Ell? You there?

"Em. Yeah Aimme. just waiting for you to stop being mad at me."

"Pfft.. Yeah like that's gonna happen."

"You never change"

"Of course I don't. Now tell me everything that happened since the moment you stepped out of CA."

I fill her in with the details of our trip. From the flight to the moment right now. When I told her about Steve, she questioned me a lot like, what's he like? how's he? is he hot? Typical Aimee.

"No Aims. I don't have a crush on the guy" I scream into the phone so she would stop dreaming her fantasy about me and Steve.

"Yeah you said the same about Adam" I cringe at the name.

Adam and I studied at the same school. He has been the whole school girl's crush. I've never liked him because I thought he was too obnoxious which he is. He had a little crush on me but I rejected him and Aimee believe that I regret my decision on rejecting him. that's why she always find it good teasing me all the time.

I lay back on my bed and talk with Aimee for who knows how long till I realised its actually midnight. I hung up the phone after saying goodbye to her.

a small breeze comes through the balcony spreading my hair all over my face with the cold feeling. I smile at the small but good factor. such small things make me so happy that I actually forget to be sad. I take one more look at the view outside and stare at the gleam that the full moon gives to all the things below it. I feel good because I am. I feel like through my pretty busy life I forgot to appreciate the small things that make life what it is. I decide against closing the windows and the door to balcony laying it wide open. As I plop into my bed I make a mental notes on my to-do's for the week. I have exactly 1 week towards school and someone in side my head keeps telling me that I am going to have an amazing time. I fall asleep forgetting to erase the smile on my face.

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A/N

So hi! and thanks to everyone reading this.

I am a really lazy person so I am lazy at updating but I will try my best and I haven't reread the whole stuff. I write the story as it goes. I just have the climax prepared and everything else is just. well everything else lol. but getting to the point. since I haven't reread and mistakes can be made by humans. I like to say I am too much of a human because I make too much mistakes so feel free to point it out and I welcome every type of criticism. thanks for being patient. Ly all

-G