Our story by her side
Me & him

I will look for you in every lifetime, until you finally stay.

Chapter :- 1

"she spins around to look back at me, her long hair catching in the breeze, the sun outline her face. It's like an engineered instagram photo come to life. A perfect shot that would usually take hundred tries to
get."

Morning cold breezes flow my blonde hair just like the leaves of the trees i grow with, as i sit on the pink striped deck chair, reading the pool instead of a purple-yellowish book with an exasperated blurb "finding true love" that i randomly brought last night.

"Rebecca!" mom shouted.

Again a cold wind blows up my goosebumps, reminding me it's still not summer, neither winter. It's spring. the middle of it. May. It's not like i enjoy reading true love stories but i often like peoples who love fairy tales, when i saw this book resting in a corner of my favourite section "fictional romance" i view the last pages of the books instead of taking a look on the beginning chapters because

"no matter how it starts it should end well"

But it was a note from the writer "mikki" she wrote on page 322

"Call me crazy. Call me delusional. Call me dreamer. I'm okay with that. I'm just thankful that you've chosen to meet me here, in my world, and have allowed me to share my stories with you, because i will always believe in fairy tales. I will always believe in true love. Just try and stop me."

and that was the time when the rain was sprinkling the street, the store was filled with 90's johnny cash music, i found someone like me in a random book.

"All this time"

"Rebecca!!" mom shouted again.

I sneezed 2x this time, when the breezes touched my half naked legs,
Last night someone pushed me in the pool when i went to the farmhouse party to bring noah home

In the throng of school seniors nobody even saw me tripping in the unheated pool, thusly i didn't get noah last night but i get up with a fever which didn't let me sleep whole night because of which i woke up so early sitting on this 10 year old deck chair sharing thoughts neurons to neurons to nobody.

I opened my journal book by replacing the romance book, I write so swiftly that i don't even realize when I've written a sentence

04/27/2018

Today's routine

• school work: 10 am to 11 am
• study: 1 pm to 3pm
Pre works:
• maths derivations
• Physics law
• Chem formulas

3 pm to 8pm try to have fun with mom or try to convince Noah to come back home

My journal fell from my hand and a random page opened by the winds, it was from

04/27/2017
Things i stop loving.

Watching television, social media, hot teas, rubbed jeans, friends who vape, romanticising life.

It was full of nostalgia when I gazed and read that page from 2015, the best part of writing a journal is that you can see what you were before.

Journal 19 April 2015

My life has been on repeat since that one boy, Daniel Thompson..

I recheck my huge cringe monologues to make sure it is really about a guy

Oh yeah it is.

I sigh and started reading to my 16 year old vixatious behaviours

Daniel thompson that childhood guy who left texas 7 years ago to live with his uncle, I never find out why he went to california leaving his family, the fact is that our mothers are best friends never lend a hand to me to find the reason, when I turn 13 he was a fictional boy to me, a story where he got sulk with me and went away, then few years ago i turn 16 I do actually had a Daniel that time but he was not Thompson he was MacDonald it's the name that remind me of him even though he was not even a percent of him, he tried to kiss me but I ran away because I found out I was forcing myself to love him, then few weeks ago Daniel thompson who was not a fictional boy to me anymore finally came back, he was little tan, slight skinny and quiet tall as compare to the Daniel I fall in love with. We didn't talk i bet he barely found out it was me, I remembered I passed the salad bowl to him when we had dinner with our families and then he was gone, he didn't come back for two years basically if I gaze in my love life, There is no one after him, there was no one before him.

"REBECCAA!" mom's earsplitting howling voice must have spread to the next two houses

"mom don't shout i'm here" I screamed.

I tear the paper in disgust for the sake of my future self. God it was so cringe

as she walks towards me i can't help but hide the paper in the book, her tied up brunette hair and her dimples when she smiles always makes her more beautiful than most middle aged women, i always wish to have them but unfortunately I got dad's blonde hair.

"oh honey how are you feeling" she said in concern
"good" i replied, still gazing in the pool

I try to talk delightfully but my heavy nose and puffed eyes pull it down.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked
"mhm" i replied by nodding my head
"Do you want to eat something, i'm making pancakes over-"
"No mom i don't wanna eat anything, I'm fine" i said as there was slight head aches in my head from last night. As i didn't chin up and look at her

She stands there for over a minute, putting her hands over her waist, looking down at me, she didn't say anything but sits beside me.

"Noah didn't come home last night" she started

Noah is my elder brother, who didn't come home for 3 days I tried last night to bring him back but i couldn't meet him perhaps he was not at the farmhouse, he would've come home if dad put intentions that i did last night to brought him back, Noah and dad's relationship is enigmatic they love each other but didn't show, they care for eachother more than anyone in the family but disregard at the wrong time.

I looked at her "he was not at the farm house, he was at a friend's house, I'm sorry I told you to go yesterday when he wasn't even there and on top of that you got fever" she continued with disappointment

"It's okay mommy" i said with a flat smile, again a cold wind blew up my goosebumps it was cold enough to make me sneeze and sniffle back and fourth in front of my mother Teresa

She glared at me realising that I'm sitting in this cold breeze with skimpy of clothes on and some night fever, i looked at her expecting..

"Rebeccah! It's so cold here, get in the house right now" she shouted showing her index finger to the house, i chuckled, i love my mother.

As I stand up the frozen blood in my legs hurts, I started picking up my books from the table

"And no books" mom added but i didn't put books down "i'm taking them to put on my book shelf" i explained, she maybe wondered Me, rebecca johns putting books on her shelf, the sun might rise from the west.

I started walking to the house from our big yard and she bumps me from behind putting her hands around my shoulder and kisses me on the cheeks
"let's have some fun today" she said
"you stole my words" i replied with a laugh and a sniffle

My house is on the country side where only finance people live but we do also have neighbours or in other words my mom's best friend's house.

We entered the kitchen, she stayed there and I went to my room

The peppermint scent filled my nostrils as I opened the door, the sun light entering from the window to my bed and posters of Madelyn Cline and Ariana grande shining, last night's wet towel hanging on the top rail of the door, messy duvet blanket, and romcom books on the floor. It's the kind of aesthetic I love but my mom would kill me if she come to my room.

I put the purple book on the lidded basket besides my bed and furiously make my bed.

My life is still boring as summer holiday started early and the thought of senior year haunting me everytime I look at my study table.

I signed and looked at my work with pride.

The sheets are perfect and clean along with duket blankets, there's no dirty clothes or wet towels and no messy books in my room anymore my mom's aesthetics.

I looked at the vintage brown clock it's showing quater past eight in the morning
I put on a white peplum top with flare jeans and my favourite brown comfy backless slippers

I flew down the stairs, mom was on a call, holding phone with shoulder while making pancakes, I reached out to her and held the phone with my hands so she can comfortably do her work, i assume a familiar voice on the call

"If blue versity jaket suit" said the female voice on the call

"What the hell is versity jaket?" Mom questioned by fliping the pan

"It's a kind of jacket i wore on our last picnic" i whisper in her another ear

"Is that rebecca?? Give the phone to her" the stranger's voice commanded

Who is she??

I looked at her bewildered "who is it??" i murmured

"Ana" she murmured back

her best friend and my favourite neighbour

"Hello Mrs thompson" I greet her with a perplexed laugh

"Hey becky baby, I'm looking for a perfect fit for Daniel for his birthday, can you help me find the trending outfits" she talked quickly and pleasedly

"Oh okay" i replied making a whole image of guy

What does he look like?

He was skinny, and tall as long as I remember so a linen shirt and trouser would be perfect and give some old money vibes

"What's his favourite color?" I asked but the real question was, is he really gonna come? this time? despite it's been two years since he is making excuses, couldn't he just spare a day for his mother? I feel bad for ana.

"Royal blue?.. or maybe sky or navy blue.. i don't know it was always blue he found pleasant" she stated, there was a kind of melancholies in her word that describes the emotions she's holding

I remember last year, it wasn't the same month but it was autumn "November" when he said he'll come but he didn't. The next day ana cried in my mother's arms and I listened to her weeping

"He should try white sometimes" i advised by knowing it's Ana's favourite color

"So a linen white shirt with a beige trouser would be perfect" I added looking over mom who's smiling at me.

I cut the call after she thanked me for like everything even though I did nothing, she's the kind of lady you would love to be friend's with.

After discussing every college and university in the city, when mom and I had the few bites of pancakes left in our plates , I asked

"Will he come?" i asked just like I did last year.

"Let's hope" she answered with a flat smile

I thought this is the best time to ask her about why Daniel abandoned his family at an earlier age but I was wrong when I said "mom?" She gives me the same glances when she knows what I'm asking for and the answer was "have your medicines before leaving for the library hunny"

I washed my hands, pulled out my favourite strawberry crush soda from the refrigerator and packed my mini bag with my routine books to study.

when i was wearing my shoes mom told me to bring flowers for daniel's if he might come.

I took a break from studies after having a hit of one and a half hours, I love studying.
and ride my basket bicycle all along to the nearest bouquet shop.

I felt the warmth of spring while riding in the streets of Texas, it's sad that summer is taking over it next month.

As i paddle down to the flower shop my attention seekers were the tulips but I wanted something long lasting so I bought a bouquet full of his favourite color, blue orchids with some tiny blooms and blue hydrangea.

I put the flowers in my basket and went back to the library thinking I should've bought them while going home but the flowers freshly stood there at my study table for 2 hours beautifully.

When I finally closed my new senior year books that nobody even thought about, I saw the time on my phone 4:35 pm 3 missed calls from mom

Oh no.

As I was paddling through my house I saw a black car in front of my house it seems similar to noah's Chevrolet Camaro that he brought from his YouTube money, I cleared my visions by paddling close to it.

It's him. He was throwing sodas to his friends in the car, okay so he came after 3 days just to refill his trunk with sodas, one of his friends on the driver seat was vigorously bumping the horn "beep beep beep"

The car's window slides down, it was a familiar face from afar, I cannot see him properly because his face was hooded by his white hoody until his glanced at me.

Daniel...

author's note

Holy what? 2340 words on the first chapter,
I love long chapters :)

This chapter was kinda lengthy because I wanted to explain how she was before Daniel and for the recognition of becci aka rebecca just hold up for some chapters and Daniel thompson would give new nicknames to our female character ;)

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