Talania: A Trip down Memory Lane
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“I will,” she says. “I will when I come back in three months.” She turns away from the camera and I do the same. We sit and stare at one another.
“I love you like crazy,” my voice whispers across the T.V.
“I love you too, just like I love my camera.” She giggles right before I kiss her nice and slow in front of that silly camera.
“You see that folks? Love exists when you are this young. You just got to find it.” She sighs sweetly while looking into my eyes. Then the camera shuts off.
“Wow, we were something else,” she murmurs.
Yeah, you could say that.
“Thanksgiving is even better. You talked Drake into helping you act like you weren’t coming. You wanted to catch my surprise at you being there on film, that is.” I frown, remembering that one because it hurt like hell thinking she wasn’t coming.
“You want to clean up and take a break for a bit?” I nod to her bag.
“Yes please!” She jumps up.
“Oh hey, what do you want for lunch? Does Chinese sound okay?” She used to love Chinese.
“That sounds delicious,” she sighs out, grabbing her bag.
“Okay, I’ll order it. It should be here by the time you get out.” I walk to the drawer, pulling out the menu and picking up my cell phone. I have a dozen missed calls and twenty missed texts messages. I really need to change my number, especially if Ev is back. Sighing, I dial and order our Chinese.
Twenty minutes later, Ev comes down in Juicy sweats, looking fresh and beautiful as always. “Nice shower?” I ask.
“Yes it was.” She smiles sweetly.
I take my silver chain bracelets off my right hand and my black cuff off the left hand so I can wash up.
“Hey! Where did you get that?” she questions as she grabs left my wrist, turning it over. My eyes go wide as she touches the tattoo.
“Uh, we got them together,” I say quietly, my voice barely above a damn whisper. I can’t help it; her touch brings back all these memories, and stirs all those feelings back to life again.
What is wrong with me? Man, pull it together!
“I have one on my shoulder blade. What does it mean?” She pulls down her sweater.
I gulp.
Do not show me bare skin Ev.
“It means infinity.” I run my finger over hers, causing her to shiver, and I bite back a grin.
Oh yeah, it’s definitely still there.
The air around us shifts just when the doorbell rings.
“Can you get that babe? I have to wash my hands. It’s probably just our food, so go ahead and let them in.” I turn on the faucet.
“Sure.” She bounces to the front door. I love how happy she seems.
My hands are washed, but she still isn’t back. What is taking so long? I walk towards the hall to find Jenelle and Evelyn talking.
“Jenelle, what the hell are you doing here?” I ask with a pissed off tone.
“You weren’t answering your phone or texts. Who is this?” She points to Evelyn.
How can I phrase this so that she will get it the first time?
Ah! That’s it!
“This is ‘Love Lost’,” I answer back, crossing my arms. Evelyn gasps.
“This is her?” Jenelle asks and sneers at Ev.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“So she heard you were getting famous and came crawling back?” Jenelle smirks, pointing her long finger at Ev.
“Excuse me?” Ev says, taken aback by Jenelle’s catty tone. “Seriously? Tristan,” she looks at me, “is this what I’m going to have to deal with while I’m trying to get to know you again and get my memories back?”
“I’m sorry,” is all I can manage to say.
Evelyn unzips her sweater and peels it off, throwing it to the floor. She is standing there in just a sports bra.
I have to gulp again. This time it was silent.
Damn it, she is going to kill me.
“What in the hell are you doing?” Jenelle screeches.
“You see this tattoo right here?” Ev turns and points. Then she walks over to me, flipping my wrist over.
“And you see his? Do you see how they match? It means infinity. Do you know what infinity means? It means I could be dead right now and this,” she places her hand over my heart, “would still belong to me.” She turns and smirks at Jenelle.
“So you see, whatever you had, it’s not what we had, so off you go.” She pushes Jenelle out the door. Evelyn shuts the door behind Jenelle, turning around and leaning against it. Her chest is rising and falling with each breath.
“I’m sorry, that was very rude of me. I can go apologize if you like, but she was being very nasty,” she sighs.
“No, it’s fine. She started it, and the sixteen-year-old Evelyn I knew made an appearance. It was refreshing,” I croak, running my fingers through my hair.
Please put your sweater back on Ev, please!
Just when I think it can’t get any worse, the doorbell rings again.
“I’ll get it. Who knows, maybe it’s someone else I can scare away,” she laughs, opening the door.
“Hello. I have a—,” the delivery guy stumbles on his words.
“Thank you, we’re famished.” Ev takes the food, walking away with the delivery guy’s eyes on her ass the entire time. I walk over and pay, giving him a warning.
“Close your mouth buddy. She’s not on the market.” I whisper, but not as quietly as I assumed because Ev starts giggling.
“I love you like crazy,” my voice whispers across the T.V.
“I love you too, just like I love my camera.” She giggles right before I kiss her nice and slow in front of that silly camera.
“You see that folks? Love exists when you are this young. You just got to find it.” She sighs sweetly while looking into my eyes. Then the camera shuts off.
“Wow, we were something else,” she murmurs.
Yeah, you could say that.
“Thanksgiving is even better. You talked Drake into helping you act like you weren’t coming. You wanted to catch my surprise at you being there on film, that is.” I frown, remembering that one because it hurt like hell thinking she wasn’t coming.
“You want to clean up and take a break for a bit?” I nod to her bag.
“Yes please!” She jumps up.
“Oh hey, what do you want for lunch? Does Chinese sound okay?” She used to love Chinese.
“That sounds delicious,” she sighs out, grabbing her bag.
“Okay, I’ll order it. It should be here by the time you get out.” I walk to the drawer, pulling out the menu and picking up my cell phone. I have a dozen missed calls and twenty missed texts messages. I really need to change my number, especially if Ev is back. Sighing, I dial and order our Chinese.
Twenty minutes later, Ev comes down in Juicy sweats, looking fresh and beautiful as always. “Nice shower?” I ask.
“Yes it was.” She smiles sweetly.
I take my silver chain bracelets off my right hand and my black cuff off the left hand so I can wash up.
“Hey! Where did you get that?” she questions as she grabs left my wrist, turning it over. My eyes go wide as she touches the tattoo.
“Uh, we got them together,” I say quietly, my voice barely above a damn whisper. I can’t help it; her touch brings back all these memories, and stirs all those feelings back to life again.
What is wrong with me? Man, pull it together!
“I have one on my shoulder blade. What does it mean?” She pulls down her sweater.
I gulp.
Do not show me bare skin Ev.
“It means infinity.” I run my finger over hers, causing her to shiver, and I bite back a grin.
Oh yeah, it’s definitely still there.
The air around us shifts just when the doorbell rings.
“Can you get that babe? I have to wash my hands. It’s probably just our food, so go ahead and let them in.” I turn on the faucet.
“Sure.” She bounces to the front door. I love how happy she seems.
My hands are washed, but she still isn’t back. What is taking so long? I walk towards the hall to find Jenelle and Evelyn talking.
“Jenelle, what the hell are you doing here?” I ask with a pissed off tone.
“You weren’t answering your phone or texts. Who is this?” She points to Evelyn.
How can I phrase this so that she will get it the first time?
Ah! That’s it!
“This is ‘Love Lost’,” I answer back, crossing my arms. Evelyn gasps.
“This is her?” Jenelle asks and sneers at Ev.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“So she heard you were getting famous and came crawling back?” Jenelle smirks, pointing her long finger at Ev.
“Excuse me?” Ev says, taken aback by Jenelle’s catty tone. “Seriously? Tristan,” she looks at me, “is this what I’m going to have to deal with while I’m trying to get to know you again and get my memories back?”
“I’m sorry,” is all I can manage to say.
Evelyn unzips her sweater and peels it off, throwing it to the floor. She is standing there in just a sports bra.
I have to gulp again. This time it was silent.
Damn it, she is going to kill me.
“What in the hell are you doing?” Jenelle screeches.
“You see this tattoo right here?” Ev turns and points. Then she walks over to me, flipping my wrist over.
“And you see his? Do you see how they match? It means infinity. Do you know what infinity means? It means I could be dead right now and this,” she places her hand over my heart, “would still belong to me.” She turns and smirks at Jenelle.
“So you see, whatever you had, it’s not what we had, so off you go.” She pushes Jenelle out the door. Evelyn shuts the door behind Jenelle, turning around and leaning against it. Her chest is rising and falling with each breath.
“I’m sorry, that was very rude of me. I can go apologize if you like, but she was being very nasty,” she sighs.
“No, it’s fine. She started it, and the sixteen-year-old Evelyn I knew made an appearance. It was refreshing,” I croak, running my fingers through my hair.
Please put your sweater back on Ev, please!
Just when I think it can’t get any worse, the doorbell rings again.
“I’ll get it. Who knows, maybe it’s someone else I can scare away,” she laughs, opening the door.
“Hello. I have a—,” the delivery guy stumbles on his words.
“Thank you, we’re famished.” Ev takes the food, walking away with the delivery guy’s eyes on her ass the entire time. I walk over and pay, giving him a warning.
“Close your mouth buddy. She’s not on the market.” I whisper, but not as quietly as I assumed because Ev starts giggling.
