The things i don't want to remember

chapter 5

okay so my soon wasn't really soon. hahah here, let's continue okay!

"Don't! let go of me!" i could almost feel her tears on my arms.

"No way! Not after you provoked the tickle monster!" I shouted, tickling her harder.

"Logan Anderson I swear if you dont....ahh! Stop!" she laughed, unable to finish her sentence.

I eventually stopped after seeing her red flushed face. She sighed, relieved and stretched out her hand, ordering me to pull her up. I kept a straight face and just looked at her. She raised an eyebrow and I couldn't hold back my laughter. I stood up from the couch, swaggering to the fridge and grabbed a soda, keeping my eyes to Solange who was still lying down, waiting for me to pick her up.

"You do know the couch's springs aren't strong enough to push you up right?" i questioned her,examining her pretty face closely.

"And you do know that the tickle monster in me is craving revenge, and that the diva in me is waiting to stomp your feet, and that th-"

"blah blah blah coming from someone who is still on the couch like a dead,rotten potato on the countertop, waiting to be cooked!" i cut her off.

"potatoes that are waiting to be cooked are dead, smartass!" she screamed in my ear as i was bending down, trying to pick her up from the couch.

I covered my ear and pretended to run away, she stood up immediately and went after me. We ended up in her room, where we spent most of the time after school together. That day was no exeption, we drove home, her home, straight after school and watched movies, hung out and just talked.

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(a/n: yes they're still at the party!)

After the confrontation by Thomas,I walked back to the dance floor and started dancing with an acquaintance. Sweet, sweet memories of high school with Solange came to me as I saw her dancing with some guys who were trying too hard to impress her. It reminded me of prom and the way she looked in her hot red dress. I remembered that night, like it just happened yesterday...

"Hurry the crap up we're gonna be sooooo late!" she screamed from the living room, dragging the 'so' as long as her breath could handle it.

I opened my mouth to shout back but her voice cuts mine off. "I'm the girl and I finished before you Hogan! Be very ashamed! Mrs Withers would be sooooo disappointed in you!" she continued screaming, mentioning our favourite teacher's name. I took one last look in the mirror and touched my hair lightly, and then I grabbed Solange's purse and walked out of my room.

"I am done, your highness. And you left your purse, your lowness. We're just the right amount of late!" i gasped, shocked at how excited i sounded.

Solange gave me a death glare and pulled my suit. "Logan Anderson darling, care to explain your right amount of late?" she said softly, smiling at me.

Uh oh, this is dangerous. She's smiling, and she just called me darling. I took a step back and cowered my head.

"Uh, er, we're...fashionably late?" I tried surpressing a chuckle.

She smiled a fake smile and hit my head hard. I winced in pain as she laughed and offered her hand for me to hold. We held hands and walked all the way to school, a mutual idea since I lived three blocks away.

Once we reached school, we met Thomas standing alone near the office. He pulled us apart and dragged me away from my beautiful bestfriend. I shot her an apologetic look and she just waved back. I sighed, sometimes I think she's too perfect. Too nice. Thomas brought me to the dark and empty cafeteria. He sat me down and walked away,towards the nearest toilet door. I raised my hand,wanting to question him but suddenly i thought, "why the hell am I raising my hand" and i just called out his name as confidently as possible.

He stopped in his tracks and spun on his heel. "I'm gonna make tonight perfect for you. For us." he smiled and continued walking away.