Ah hahaha soooo.... This is my fourth story that I'll be working on.... DON'T BE MAD AT ME!!! But I wanted to write a story about me and my boyfriend, Mackenzie... (yes I used his FULL name in "Something Missing") I hope you guys enjoy it... Please and thank you. Sincerely, Katie Shute ~~~<><>~~~<><>~~~<><>~~~ It was cold and wet outside. It had been raining for the last three days and was miserable outside. I didn't like having to live so far from my house. My parents had always worked hard during the days so they never had time to drive me to or from school. I was in grade five... a small little girl with long dark hair and dark eyes. As well as being obsessed with music and studies. "I don't want to walk home... but I have too..." I said quietly. And with a pouty face I went out into the rain. I had barely gotten off of school property when someone ran into me. "Oh. Sorry." "It's... okay," I said and I turned around. It was and older kid. From the local high school perhaps? He had dark brown hair and grey eyes. I recognized him... but from where? "Oh... um. You don't have an umbrella?" he looked at his then back at me. "Hey. You live near me right? You're one of the Shute kids..." I only nodded. He was right. He lived two streets down from me. "Are you the youngest?" he asked. "No. I'm Katie Shute. Second youngest." "Ah I see. I'm Mackenzie Davis, oldest of two. My sister is Denise Davis, she goes to your school." Oh right. That Denise girl was in my class. She was quiet and she didn't speak very much to anyone. "I know who she is." "I came to pick her up, but it seems she's not here." "Your parents came and picked her up," I said. "About five or ten minutes ago." He sighed. "They never pick me up," he said jokingly. "Well then, if you want, I can let you share my umbrella since Denise won't be today," he said with a smile. I couldn't help but smile back. "Thank you," I said and I went under the umbrella. It was a weird feeling... The feeling I suddenly felt when I was near him... My hearts felt like it was going to burst. Was that normal? I guess this was the beginning of our soon to be friendship/relationship.
"Oh you mean Mackenzie Davis?" asked my mother. "I remember him. You guys used to be so close." I stared blankly at her. What was she talking about? I had just met that guy today didn't I? I frowned at her. "Mom. I just met him today, what are you talking about?" "You really don't remember?" "No. I don't remember at all. I don't recognize him at all." "Aww... but you guys used to be so cute. He knew you from when you were born. He came over all the time to play with you as a child. Right before you turned four he an his family moved to England. They returned around a month ago. A month now... Denise had only been here a month... I looked away. "But if he knew us, then why hasn't he come and visited us?" I asked looking at the ground. "I was wondering the same thing. Maybe it was because he felt ashamed." "Ashamed?" "Before he left, he told you he would write to you every week. He only wrote once in the six years he's been gone." Six years... maybe that's why I didn't remember. I hadn't remembered anything before preschool. "Oh I see. Maybe that's it then," I said and I went to my room. After dinner my mother came to my room with a photo album in her hands. "What's that?" I asked. "Pictures of you and Mackenzie." "I don't want to see them. If he really did make me so upset that I forgot about him, I don't want to remember." "Oh come now, just take a look." I sighed. I guess I had no option. I gestured her over to my bed and she sat down beside me. She opened it, and I gazed away. Was I scared of wondering? Was I scared of knowing who this was. "This is you, Mackenzie and Tristan." I looked at the picture but only at the little blonde haired blue eyed brother of mine, Tristan. He was adorable. Maybe two... probably younger. "He's so cute," I said. "Adorable!" "He was adorable. He was almost two in this picture. You were three and Mackenzie was seven," she said. I slowly looked over at the picture of the dark haired boy. He looked a lot like the boy I had met today only younger. I remembered... and tears formed in my eyes. "Katie? Are you alright?" asked my mother. "He said he would write. He promised he'd come home soon. It's been six years you stupid idiot!" I cried.
Oh my gosh that is so cute! I wish i had a romantic life like this! Me and my boyfriends just like hang out and other stuff.... lol