Last First Kiss [H.S.]

Memories

March 18, 2013
Holmes Chapel, England

I've been sprawled out in my bed all morning. I've either been on my phone or trying to get ideas for songs onto my journal. I haven't had much to go off of as no inspiration has come to my mind in a while. The last time I even wrote one word in this journal was when I wrote with the boys that one time. Other than that, the only thing these empty pages hold is collected dust. I throw the journal onto my desk, leaving it to be as my brain clearly won't work up the courage to come up with anything.

My desk has been left a mess from before I left for tour. Old school papers and university letters all over. Books crushing pieces of paper under it. My pencil holder tipped over, spilling all the contents over. I stand up with a groan and star to clean up the mess, knowing that if I don't do it now, I won't ever do it. As I'm fixing everything up, I look at the wall where my desk is against and look at all the pictures tapes up. My eyes land on a familiar picture from almost five years ago. A small giggle escapes my lips when I remember the day I took that photo.

*flashback*

I was in grade 7 when our science teacher decides to teach us how to mix chemicals in a lab. I was about 12 and Harry was 13. We had taken Chemistry together and never took it seriously. Well, he never took it seriously. He never took school seriously in general. I can't remember a day where he didn't drive our teacher completely insane. Stupid questions and silly mistakes was his thing.

"Ok class, what you're gonna do is you're gonna take the hydrogen peroxide and you're gonna mix it with potassium iodide. The end result should be that a white foam forms and it builds up over the tube" The teacher says. Harry was my lab partner today and he looked totally clueless. He held the tube and inspected it. I giggled at his face, it was a mix of confusion and concentration. I take out my phone and secretly take a picture of him.

He continues inspecting it and nods to himself. He grabs some liquid that wasn't what we're supposed to be mixing. "Wait Harry that's the wro-" I couldn't even finish as he pours the green liquid into the pink one. The liquids immediately have a poor reaction and crack the glass flask. The flask breaks and the mixture goes everywhere.

We both stare at the broken glass wide eyed and back at each other. We both start laughing loudly at the mess. We then hear our teachers voice, anger obvious in her tone.

"Harry! Emiliana! What happened?!" The teacher questions. We both stop laughing immediately and shrink back at her level of voice. Harry scratched the back if his neck sheepishly, laughing nervously. "I might've mixed the wrong chemicals Mrs. Romero. I'm sorry" He says.

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head exasperated. She then looks at me. "You have to watch him, he's always making a mess!" She says and walks away, frustrated.

"Story of my life" I mumble.

*Flashback over*

"Story of my life" I repeat after remembering the day. I suddenly get an idea and retrieve my leather journal from where I threw it. I open up to a blank page and look back up at my wall. I smile widely and write what comes to mind. The words instantly flow through my pen and onto the paper. A deep line that could mean a million things to someone, but only have one meaning to me.

Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain

I laugh at the line knowing that day is completely unexplainable. Many of my photos can't be explained. It's impossible to explain such a vivid memory only the people that were there can remember. Explaining a moment in time doesn't do it justice. My eyes land on a picture that was taken of me by Justin. It's the only photo I kept that related to him since it was a happy moment.