Forever Starts Now

Chapter 4

Alex POV - one month later

"Okay, tell me everything." Kel says and sits next to me at breakfast.

I sigh, "We're like towing the friendship line."

"What does that even mean?" She asks.

I sigh, "It means that we're cuddling on the couch while watching TV, often falling asleep and waking up wrapped around each other. That's what it means."

"Yikes. Have you tried to talk to her?" She asks.

I groan, "Yes, but she's great at dodging the conversation."

She frowns, "Where is she now?"

"Whistler. Filming."

She nods, "Does she have plans to come back to Portland?"

I nod, "She's helping me pack to move to Florida."

She stares at me, "You happy about the trade?"

I shrug, "Paul's an asshole so yes, but Florida is far from my family."

"And from Bailey." She adds.

I sigh, "Yeah. Not much skiing in Florida."

She pats me on the shoulder, "Looks like you need to have a little chat with her."

In that moment, my phone buzzes.

Bailey Hamilton: don't freak out.

My eyes widen.

Me: what does that even mean?

I watch as a photo pops up and my eyes widen.

Me: YOU HAVE A GASH IN YOUR HEAD!

I watch as the bubbles pop up, but then go away.

My phone then buzzes with a FaceTime.

I quickly answer it and Bailey's smiling face pops up.

"I'm going to have a cool scar like Harry Potter." She says.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Well. I went to 450 onto this rail, but I caught my edge and my face broke my fall." She says.

"Where was your helmet?" I ask.

Her eyes widen and she reaches for something.

She holds up her helmet that's cracked in the front.

"That broke my fall too." She says.

I let out a breath, "You were wearing one."

She nods, "You wanted me to, so I've been wearing it. Need a new one now though."

I feel myself smiling that she would wear one just because I asked her to.

"What?" She asks.

I shake my head, "Nothing. Are you okay?"

She nods, "The president is Obama, the year is 2015, and my birthday is May 2nd, 1989."

"When's my birthday?" I quirk my eyebrow.

She smiles, "Easy. July 2nd, 1989. I'm two months older than you."

I smile, "Okay, now I believe that you're fine. How many stitches?"

"A new record, 22." She grins.

"Let's try not to break that record." I deadpan.

She nods, "I have to go, but see you in a few days?"

I smile, "Yep, I'll be home on Sunday."

"Cool. I missed Blue." She says.

I frown, "What about me?"