Catch You

1| T for Trouble

We were both young when I first saw you

-Taylor Swift

Amelia

"You'll be fine, right?"

"Yes, I'll come home before 12, alright?"

"Okay, please be safe. Call me if you need anything. You know your way?"

I smiled, "Two years apart won't make me forget my home, Uncle Mase."

It had been three days since I moved. It still felt surreal, the fact that I was back here was still hard to digest. I'd only met Bridget in these three days, and that too because she had hounded on the door until Uncle Mason had opened up, then marched up to me and enveloped me in a hug. 

That was the exact moment I realized this was home. 

It was her birthday today. I didn't know how I felt about being swarmed by hormonal teenagers while my best friend got drunk. Parties had never been my thing, but Bridget never seemed to understand that simple fact. Instead, she used to drag me to every single frat party ever being thrown and get shitfaced drunk. I knew she won't let me make excuses for tonight.

I didn't know how much had changed since the last time I'd been here. Bri and I didn't talk about that much. I also didn't know if I did want things to change or be just the way they were. I especially did not want to be the 'new girl', but I also didn't want old memories to surface.

I wanted a fresh start.

And for that, I had realized, I needed a change. A change from everything, including myself. So I'd gone to the salon the first day of my being back and got my hair dyed blonde. Ash white blonde. Uncle Mason couldn't recognize me for 5 seconds straight. I'd always been a brunette. But with blue eyes, blonde seemed to match. For the first time in my life, I liked change.

So the new Amelia won't make any excuses or would not try to pull herself out of this. This was a challenge, a way to test the new me, and I had to take it. I had an urge to look at myself for the last time, to see the kind of change I'd done to myself, but I stepped out of the house before I could overthink any of this.

The dress I'd chosen was a deep black one, down till the middle of my thighs, with a plunging V-neck and backless bodice. So not me, but perfect for the new me. The black dress made my hair stand out, shining in the night sky. 

My blue Ford Figo had arrived two days before I had. Uncle Mason had checked the tires and gas, saying it was fine. I got in, taking a deep breath, clasping the steering but not starting the car. 

"You can do this." I chanted to myself. "You've changed now A, you can do this."

The engine roared as I drove out of the driveway and made my way over to The Galaxy. For as long as I could remember, The Galaxy had been the only standing bar in this town that attracted attention. It always used to be packed, with youngsters and teenagers and even adults. And if I did remember correctly, there had been a time when I absolutely hated that place. But then again, this is the new me we're talking about, the one who likes change.

The Galaxy was nothing like it had been before. The entryway was a shining golden and silver rather than the previous purple and black. It used to look Gothic before, now it looked like an actual classic bar. The bouncer standing just in front of the gate was bulky, with tattoos covering most of his body, his hands folded on his chest making the muscles bulge. When I went over to stand in front of him, I felt small under his gaze.

Then the voice in my brain reminded me who I was now, so I raised my chin and looked him directly in the eyes. "Amelia Parker, I'm here for Bridget Adams."