Lost In Hope (a peddie story)

Taking the Chance

After that weird encounter I cleaned the place up, locked the doors, and headed to my dorm. When I got there I was exhausted and fell face first onto my bed.

"You okay trix?" Said Brooklyn, which to my surprise, was still awake. 

"Yeah." I muffled into my pillow. 

"Don't lie, I know you long enough to figure that something is up. Come on you can tell me anything."

I sat up and wondered how I am going to explain this to her. Like, hey brook, I saw a guy today that looked strangely familiar despite being the first time meeting and to top it off, his girlfriend threatened me.

"Well you see..."  I trailed.

"Patricia Williamson, are you going to tell me or do I have to force it out of you myself."

"Okay fine, it's just that I was working until a boy around our age came in to pick up an order. He looked so familiar like I knew him before."

"That's it? Trixie I get feeling all the time. You probably just saw him around this campus or someone that looked like him."

"No its not that, its just a gut feeling. I thought I may be insane to think this but...." I trailed unsure if I should tell her.

"but what?" Brooklyn said.

"You know how a few years ago I lost my memory? I thought that maybe I knew him in my past life." I said looking down and fidgeting with my sleeve.

"Wow Patricia, what makes you think that?"

"When I first woke up in the hospital and saw my parents I had a feeling that was similar to this one. I didn't know them but it felt like they played a significant role in my life." 

"But I thought you were from England. What is he doing here?" 

"I'm not sure. All I know is that he is just not a regular customer."

"Well anyways let's move on all this thinking is going to keep you up all night. So, was he cute?" Brooklyn smirked.

"Brook, he has a girlfriend which threatened me because I was supposedly staring at him." I laughed and air-quoted supposedly.

"You find a way to make enemies everywhere you go." She joked and I jokingly threw a pillow at her. 

Eddie's POV

I was driving on my way to my apartment with Amanda after picking up dinner and all I could think about was that girl working there. She looked exactly like Patricia. Patricia. I never completely lost feelings for her. To be honest, I'm just with Amanda to convince myself I am over her but in reality I'm not. She had the same beautiful auburn hair and feisty personality. I regret not asking for her name, just her name. I was so shocked when I saw her. I thought I lost her forever. I knew she moved to America but I didn't expect her to meet her this quickly. 

"Babe, what are you thinking about?" Amanda said as I was in deep thought.

"Oh sorry, I'm just nervous about school tomorrow." I lied

Tomorrow is my first day of classes at my new university. I just moved back to America a few weeks ago and transferred to this university. I found myself unhappy in England. I couldn't find myself to focus on school and lost touch with most of my friends. After getting together with Amanda all my friends distanced themselves with me. They were disappointed and angry that I moved on so quickly and especially with Amanda. Since then, it was just me and Amanda. I thought coming to America and starting fresh will help me and I get see my mom after so long. It was only supposed to be me going to America but Amanda, without my knowledge, got a plane ticket as well and transferred to the same university. I tried multiple times breaking up with her but she still manages a way to stay. 

"Don't be nervous babe, you'll have me there with you at all times." She smiled.

"What if I don't want you to." I said under my breath.

"What was that?" She quickly turned her head and said.

"Ugh I said how I'm so lucky to have you." I quickly said.

"Okay good."

I dropped her off to her place and headed home. When I got to my apartment, I took a shower and put on my sweats. I opened up my laptop and logged on to Instagram. I searched my Patricia Williamson and scrolled through the searches that came up. Surprisingly there were a lot of Patricia Williamson out there. Suddenly, I stopped when I saw the picture of my Patricia. It was a picture of her smiling. It was a beautiful picture of her. Her smile brightened up her nice blue-grey eyes. I clicked on her profile but sadly it was private. Should I request her to follow me? What if she thinks I'm a creep? She only remembers me as a customer from the diner what if she thinks I'm a stalker? Okay I need to relax, there is a pretty low chance that she will remember besides, she probably had so many customers today. I decided to take that chance a press the follow button. Now to wait and hope that she accepts. A genuine smile sudden came across my face. All these years, I was finally going reunite with my yacker again.