Remember Me?

~August 21st~

The beginning of the rest of my life started with a kiss; my first kiss to be exact. That was six years ago around Christmas. I could say that my life turned out to be a cliché love story and the man that gave me my first kiss was the one lying next to me, but then I’d be lying. I could also lie and say that the man next to me was the love of my life, but that’s not the case. The love of my life walked out of my life exactly four years ago. He took my heart with him and I never got it back.

For the past four years, I would always spend this day thinking of our memories. I would try to only remember his bad qualities, but his good qualities always triumphed over the bad ones. I would try to convince myself that I was better off without him, but I can not help to think that I would be so much happier with him in my life. As I sat up in bed in the early morning hours, I couldn’t help but look down at my sleeping fiancé and compare him to my lost love. I cursed myself as I felt more drawn to the latter of the two.

My fiancé, Adam is his name, was the complete opposite of Will, my lost love. Adam had blonde hair that he liked to keep short; Will had jet black hair that he liked to keep shaggy. Adam had blue, innocent eyes while Will had brown, seductive eyes. Adam was so predictable, but you never knew what Will was going to do next. Adam was like an open book, Will was so mysterious. Adam was as serious as the plague; Will was always laid back. Adam was too trusting; it was easier for him to get hurt. Will never let anyone in and he was always dishing out the hurt; believe me, I would know.

As Adam shifted in his sleep, he loosely wrapped an arm around my waist. He sighed in contempt and slept with a small smile on his face. It was obvious that Adam loved me with all his heart; he’d do anything for me. Adam and I have been dating since we were fifteen. There was a time when I did love Adam as much as he loves me. For about a year and half, Adam was everything to me. We were the perfect couple and we were very much in love. Will came back into my life though and I fell out of love with Adam.

I sighed quietly and leaned down to press a small kiss to his cheek. I removed his arm from me and slipped out of bed. I pulled my robe on and tied it tightly around my waist. I walked out of our bedroom and into the living room of our small apartment. I walked into the kitchen and flipped on the coffee pot. I walked over to the doors that led to the balcony and looked out them. It was pouring down raining and ironically, the dreary weather matched my mood. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass and sighed as a painful memory invaded my mind.

It was Christmas time when I first developed feelings for Will. I was fourteen years old at the time. On Christmas morning, my mom woke me around eleven am. She told me that I needed to get ready because Will and his family would be coming over within the hour. I huffed and pulled myself out of bed; not too excited to see Will.

I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and a red off the shoulder top. I grabbed my lingerie and walked across the hall into the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, I brushed my teeth and ran a brush through my wet hair. I blow-dried it and let it fall down my shoulders. I got dressed and applied my make-up before walking back into my room. I slipped on my glasses and my Uggs. I walked downstairs just as the doorbell sounded. I sighed and opened it to see Will and his parents.

“Hey guys!” I smiled.

“Sup squirt?” Will greeted as he ruffled my hair and walked past me.

“Her Will,” I grumbled.

That’s the reason why I dislike Will; he treats me like a little kid. I’ve know him since I was six years old being that my older brother and him have been best friends since they were ten. Ever since I was twelve; my older brother, Easton, let me hang out with him and Will since I was mature for my age. Will didn’t mind me hanging out with them, but he still treated me like I was little and immature. Even though he’s eighteen, I tend to be more mature than he is at times. He just can’t get that through his head though.

Will’s parents greeted me with hugs as I let them in. I shut the door behind them and walked into the living room. I plopped down next to Easton on the couch and turned my attention to the TV; the football game was on.

“Can you follow what’s going on princess?” Will smirked, referring to the game.

I glared at him.

“Of course she can, I taught her everything she knows,” Easton smiled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side.

I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder. Even though Easton and I are four years apart, he’s still my best friend. He’s protected me through everything and he’s my shoulder to cry on. He always defends me when Will gets on my case too.

“Easton, Will can you go to the store and pick up some things for me?” our mom asked as she walked into the living room.

“Yeah sure,” Easton muttered as he took the list from her.

“Are you coming Reese?” Easton asked as they made their way to the door.

I smiled and stood up, following them outside. We got in Easton’s car and I jumped in the front seat before Will could.

“Alright princess, enough games. Get in the back,” Will grumbled.

“Chill, Will, she got there first. Sometimes you act like you’re eight instead of eighteen,” Easton laughed.

I smirked at Will as he glared at Easton and I. He slammed my door shut and reluctantly got in the backseat. We drove over to the closest grocery store that was open and Easton drove around looking for a parking space.

“Why the hell does it have to be so crowded?” Easton grumbled.

“Its Christmas!” I laughed.

“Way to point out the obvious Reese,” he mumbled as he found a spot.

We all got out of the car and Will grabbed a cart as we made our way in the store. As we made our way through the store, I grew very bored. Deciding to mess with him, I placed my hands on Easton’s shoulders and jumped up on his back. It didn’t phase him any as he grabbed the back of my thighs and held me up.

“Jeez you’re getting heavy!” Easton teased.

I gasped and swatted the side of his head.

“Ass,” I grumbled.

“Watch your language,” he smirked.

“Like you have room to talk!” I laughed.

About fifteen minutes later, we had everything we needed. Easton set me down once we were at the registers.

“I don’t get why its so crowded on Christmas!” Easton groaned.

“Will you chill?” Will laughed.

“But I’m so hungry!” he whined.

“Fatty!” I smirked, poking him in the stomach.

“I am not fat!” Easton huffed, pouting.

“He’s pudgy!” Will laughed, glancing at me.

I laughed as Easton looked at his best friend incredulously.

“You’re supposed to be on my side!” he shrieked.

“Princess over there is right though,” Will smirked.

“You guys suck!” Easton grumbled as he stepped up to pay for everything.

Easton and Will grabbed the bags when Easton finished paying. We walked out to the car and I plopped in the front seat as Will and Easton put the bags in the trunk. Before I could buckle my seatbelt, my door flew open. Will yanked me from the seat and threw my over his shoulder.

“Will!” I shrieked and pounded on his back.

“You already had the front seat,” he said smugly.

He opened the back door and threw my in the backseat.

“You’re such an ass!” I yelled as I kicked the back of his seat.

“You’ll get over it!” he spat as he buckled his seatbelt.

I huffed and glared at the back of his head as Easton drove off. When he parked, I jumped out of the car and stomped inside. I walked up the steps, taking to at a time, and stomped into my room. I slammed my door shut and plopped down on my bed. I didn’t come out of my room for an hour and a half. I sighed as I walked downstairs and paused in the foyer. I furrowed my eyebrows as I saw only my dad and Easton watching the game; Will was nowhere to be seen. I walked past them and into the kitchen. I saw Will sitting at the table cutting potatoes as our moms worked at the stove.

“What on earth are you doing?” I laughed.

“Cutting potatoes,” he grumbled as he dumped the remaining of the potatoes in a bowl.

“Why?” I asked.

I leaned against the wall of the entrance that led into the kitchen.

“Because of you,” he muttered as he approached me.

“Me?” I asked as he stood next to me.

I turned so we were facing each other.

“Yeah, apparently I pissed you off so they made me help,” he huffed.

“Serves you right for pissing me off,” I smirked.

He was about to speak, but our moms interrupted us.

“Aw!” they cooed.

“What?” Will asked.

“You two are standing under mistletoe,” his mom smirked.

We looked above our heads and we were indeed standing beneath mistletoe.

“You two have to kiss!” my mom smiled.

“I’m not kissing him,” I spat.

Will glared at me.

“You have to!” his mom exclaimed.

“Why?” Will asked.

“If you two don’t, you’ll have bad luck,” my mom smirked.

Will glanced at me.

“And you know we’ll never let it go!” his mom added.

“Lets just get this over with,” Will muttered.

My breath hitched in my throat as he began leaning in towards me. I fluttered my eyes shut as he brushed his lips against mine, giving me my first kiss. This may sound very cliché, but I felt a shock of electricity rush through my as our lips moved together. When we pulled away, I noticed that Will must have felt it too. His eyes were wide as he stared down at me. I smiled lightly and walked past him and into the living room. Will and I were both silent during dinner.

“Why are you two so quiet?” Easton asked us.

“No reason,” I shrugged.

I glanced over to Will and noticed that he was staring at me. I bit my lip and looked down at my lap as I felt my cheeks redden. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smile to himself and shake his head. After an awkwardly quiet dinner, I excused myself to use the bathroom. I walked upstairs and into the bathroom. I let out an excited squeal that I’ve held in since our kiss. A knock on the door startled me. I composed myself and opened the door. I was surprised to see Will standing there.

“I was just seeing if you were okay,” he smiled.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I smiled.

He nodded and smirked as he walked in the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and backed me into the sink.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I lightly bit my lip.

He smirked and held his arm above my head. I looked up and noticed that he was holding the mistletoe in his hand. I smiled and looked back at him. He smiled back and leaned down. I met him half-way and smiled when he pressed his lips to mine.

I couldn’t tell you what feelings Will and I discovered that fateful Christmas day, but I can tell that whatever we had changed our relationship for good. Ever since that day, Will stopped treating me like I was a child. Instead, he treated me like a mature woman. He also came over more often; he practically lived with us. Nobody knew of our intimacy; they would look down upon us since I was a minor. Will and I both knew that we would have to stop seeing each other once he left for college, but we didn’t care at the time. The two of us were just living our lives and we just enjoyed being in each other’s presence. I remember that it broke my heart when he left.

I sighed and pushed the thought to the back of my mind as I opened the glass doors and walked onto the balcony. I flinched slightly as the cold rain-drops hit my exposed skin. I walked over to the railing and braced my hands against it. I sighed deeply once again as I looked out at the still sleeping city. After a few minutes of just standing there, I felt Adam’s arms snake around my waist.

“I didn’t hear you get up,” I muttered as he placed his chin on my shoulder.

“You wouldn’t over the rain,” he chuckled.

“It is pretty loud isn’t it?” I mumbled.

“You’re going to get sick,” he mumbled.

“I’ll be fine,” I shrugged.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I turned my head to look at him.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I smiled fakely.

He nodded and lightly kissed me. I frowned into the kiss as the memory of Will leaving for college flooded my mind.

It was towards the end of August when Will left for college six years ago. I was lying on my bed while Will said goodbye to Easton and my parents. I wanted to say goodbye to him alone and I’m sure he felt the same way. A knock at my door interrupted my train of thought. I sighed, knowing it was time to say goodbye.

“Come in,” I called quietly.

I sat up as Will walked inside. He turned and shut the door behind him. He let out a deep sigh before he turned to me. We just stared at each other for a few long seconds.

“Come here,” he smiled sadly and opened his arms.

I hopped off my bed and rushed over to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his went tightly around my waist. His hand soothingly rubbed my back as I buried my face in his neck. I bit my lip, willing myself to hold back the tears.

“I’ll miss you,” I whispered.

“I know, I’ll miss you too princess,” he muttered.

Seven months ago, I would’ve snapped at him for calling me princess. Now, I couldn’t help but smile at the pet name.

“We have to move on though,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

I pulled away from him and incredulously looked up at him.

“You want to move on?” I asked.

“Of course I don’t want to, and I don’t want you too either. What other choice do we have though?” he asked.

“I’ll wait for you,” I insisted.

“You know I would love that princess, but I’m not going to ask you to do that. I want you to move on and be happy with someone who will actually be here for you,” he muttered.

“But Will I…” I trailed off, not wanting to be the first one to say L-word.

“Please don’t say it Reese. I won’t be able to leave if I hear you say it,” he muttered.

“Do you feel the same way?” I asked.

He smiled and nodded.

“With all my heart,” he whispered before kissing me.

“Will I see you again?” I asked when we pulled away.

“Of course; this is definitely not the last of me,” he smiled.

I smiled sadly and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Take care princess,” he whispered into my hair.

I nodded, afraid to speak.

“I should go,” he muttered a few seconds later.

I nodded and looked up at him. He took my face in his hands and kissed me hard on the lips. This kiss was different from the others; this kiss silently spoke the three words we were afraid to say out loud. We both reluctantly pulled away. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and let out a shaky breath. He smiled sadly at me before wordlessly walking out. I rushed over to my window and opened it, not caring about the rain. I climbed out the window and sat on the steel awning outside my window. I heard the front door shut and I watched as Will walked to his truck. He opened his door and looked up at the awning. He smiled sadly and waved when he caught sight of me. I waved back, thankful that the rain covered the tears that were falling down my cheeks. He smiled sadly at me once more before getting in the truck. I let out a quiet sob as he drove down the street and out of my life.