When I Forget You Read Free Page B

tells my mom over the Bluetooth.
                  “Why?” My dad asks.
                  “Because, things have always been weird between them.
                  “Eh, I don’t know if ‘weird’ is the correct word. Maybe just...?”             
                  “Weird? Yes. Keep me updated.”
                  “With what?”
                  “Both of them.”
                  Cynthia’s crazy sometimes. I mean Kade and I don’t like each other, but I don’t think we’d hurt each other. Then again, we don’t know each other. I would never physically hurt someone. But maybe she’s talking about mentally? I’ve hurt many people mentally, but many people have hurt me, too. I don’t feel sorry, at least I don’t feel sorry for the people who don’t deserve to be felt sorry for.
                  I look over at Kade. There are bags under his eyes, and since he’s been crying it’s worse. I sigh, fluff my pillow, and then lay my pillow and my head down on the middle seat. My pony tail is inches away from Kade’s leg. I try to relax and fall asleep, but the feeling that’s radiating off Kade’s leg and into my hair is not making it easy.
    Back to after we moved in Kade’s stuff.
                  Kade and I are sitting on opposite sides of the couch in the living room. My arms are crossed over my chest and his arms are on the back side of the couch, resting calmly. My mom and dad are standing up in front of us. My dad looks at my mom and my mom looks straight back at him. They can’t figure out what to say.
                  “Let me make this easier for you guys so I can get out of here,” I say. “No sleeping in the same room, no interacting passed eleven. I don’t know, anything else that’s completely ridiculous because Kade and I are not going to be anywhere near each other,” I say.
                  “Um. Well. Hm... okay?” My dad feels his scruff, his ultimate thinking face. I snicker.
                  “Thanks, Becc, for that. I’ve been here for like thirty minutes and I already feel the love,” Kade says as he hugs himself and makes these googily eyes. I roll my own eyes.
                  “Are we done here?” I run my fingers through my perfect blonde hair and sigh.
                  “Not quite.” My dad sits down in the couch across from Kade and me.
                  “Babe we are just getting started.” Kade leans back thinking he’s the total shit. Which is kinda the total opposite. He spreads open his legs, which are covered by navy blue warm-up pants. He’s also wearing a cream colored sweatshirt with black shoes. Vans. I look down at my feet. Why did I have to wear my white Vans today? I mean, I do NOT want to be matching my new “roomie.” Chillax, Becca; they’re just shoes.
                  “Alright, so what ‘rules’ do you want to set then, dad?” I look up at him, ignoring Kade’s asshole comment. Scratch that. Kade’s comment shouldn’t even be called an “asshole comment” considering every single freaking thing coming out of his ugly mouth is an asshole comment. So basically, I ignored more of the stupid crap that came out of Kade’s mouth, as usual.
                  “Well, we weren’t thinking about you and Kade, per say, but more of your friends.” Obviously, Kade hasn’t told anyone. Neither have I. People should be worried about Kade and me. Well, they used to be worried about us. Now, I could care less. Four years ago, when Kade and I were thirteen, Kade kissed me. I kissed him back, and it was nice. Afterwards, he didn’t even look me in the eye when we were in the same room. I’ve been pissed at him ever since.
                  “You think I would sleep with one of HIS friends?” I am appalled. Scratch that. I am horrified.