Young Adult

Chapter five - Welcome home

I immediately ran out of the car to take in some fresh air and compose myself.

How did I even know that I wanted to work at King designs?

That paper! Mr Jenkins made us write down our future career paths and I jokingly put King designs, it was a start up graphic design company that at the time was beginning to gain traction in Europe.

I saw the article in Forbes future billionaires back then and fell in love with Mr Reed, he was raised by a single mother and lived alone at 15 after she remarried. He left Brighton university to pursue his own company and managed to make it successful after only three years of business, I said as a joke to my friends that I would become his number two in his business and become an asset to him so that he couldn't reject my confession.

I didn't think back then that I would lose my memories and find that joke of a future career list, take it seriously, become an asset to him and he confess to me instead. They don't tell you how to deal with this in after school philosophy.

I wanted to run away right there and then but god damn was this house beautiful.

It portrayed my tastes down to a tee, "do you like the house?" I guess Mr Reed must've seen me stand there in awe, I nodded frantically. "That's strange, when I bought this house you said that it was too lavish and we should get a small house in LA instead."

I turned to look at him "I said that? The same Addison that has to rent out restaurants for the night instead of sit with others." Me Reed looked at me in confusion "your favourite place to eat is Panda Express, you said that it's cheap and quick."

I fell to the ground in despair "I have failed you Wintour, please know that I was foolish and wasn't myself when I thought that." I stuck to the ground like glue until Mr Reed had to pry me off and haul me into the house.

I sprung back to life when I saw the interior, it was decorated in a modernised classic French style, aka my dream house.

"You designed this house from one of your old scrapbooks you found." Mr Reed pointed out,
I couldn't stop jumping around, atleast old me had some sense - but I guess that they were influence by my taste so I'm not surprised.

"Where's my room I asked?" Beaming, hoping my room would be as amazing as the first floor, Mr Reed covered his blushing face before we headed upstairs.

"You probably wouldn't like it if we shared a room so you have the room adjacent to the master room, it's not really decorated at the moment so you can do whatever you want with it." He said as he opened the door to my new room.

It was an adequate size for a spare room, it was basically empty with a bed frame and a couple cardboard boxes lounging around collecting dust. "I can make do with this." I reassured myself as I took in the breathtaking views.

The en suite was a nice size too, but the one thing that caught my eye was the full length mirror.

I haven't really taken a good look at future me yet. I had grown my hair out a bit so that it was now down to my waist, I had some highlights making my hair blonde now not a dark brown color.

I huffed, I had gained a bit of weight and muscle I guess from all of that Panda Express and who knows what other fast food.

But the one thing that stuck out more than my hair or weight was my ageing face, what will my 30 year old face look like? And will I still be here trying to remember a time that I don't really have any interest in ...

"I have one more question for today." I turned to Mr Reed who was still lurking around my room incase I needed anything else from him.
"How long do I have to stay here? What if I give up on trying to find my memories?"

It looked like I had poked the skin on Mr Reeds missing scale as he was physically distraught and was hiding it badly. "I would like both of us to put more thought into the topic before doing anything drastic, but at the moment my thoughts are that I'm trying my hardest to accommodate you because I love you and I'm trying m hardest not to think that you forgot me this easily because you don't share the feelings as I do. I want you to try your hardest to remember me and the times we shared, but if that never happens and we both give up ... then we have to see where we go from there."

There was a thick layer of tension in the wait for a solid minute before I had made up my mind. I smiled "if I thought what my life would be in six years when I was eighteen this would be my dream, and I only have this because old me put all of her effort into making my dream that she had no memory about into a reality, so it's only fair I repay her. There might be a time later on where I want to give up and we'll have to see where we go from there, but for now I'll try my hardest to remember my old life."