Sometimes I wonder how finding friends and actually become one that stays and stand up for each other actually work.
Do we just meet and choose random people and connect with them miraculously? Or do they choose us?
What if it doesn't work out between the two of us? What if something made us disagree and quarrel? Would we make up and still become friends after?
As for me, ever since I lost my memories, I have never felt that way before. I never actually had a friend that stood by me and stayed by my side supporting me through thick and thin.
So I am hopelessly clueless of the term "friendship" and still figuring out on how to be good at it, at least.
I may have had some friends back in the past. But none of them took their time to actually visit me after my incident, or at least asked how my well being was. Perhaps mother had something to do about this. She may have forbidden them to contact me after that incident. But why would she do that?
Maybe she wanted me to give my past a rest and move on. Start fresh and all. Going through a whole new environment and communicate with different people. That's what people with disassociative disorders are supposed to do, right?
I guess things are quite better this way according to her. And I can't argue with that, because there is no actual guarantee whether or not my previously forgotten life being better than this one.
Stacey looked up to me. Confused.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?"
I quickly snapped out of my thoughts.
"Uh, nothing," I lied.
"Your face seemed so serious. Almost as if you are analyzing something or trying to figure something out," she led out a friendly grin, she looks so beautiful that way.
"You can always tell me, you know. If you like. Maybe I can help."
"How very sweet of you. But there doesn't seem to be anything particular for me to think about right now. I appreciate your concern, though. Thank you." I smiled back.
I wasn't ready to trust her enough with my real back story. Maybe next time, once we get to know each other a little more, then maybe we can talk.
We approached the library and continued on looking for the information we need for our biology paper work. Dolphins are starting to really get on my nerves.
But all of a sudden, I felt a slight hazy feeling. A feeling you get when you're being watched by someone.
I felt like there was somebody staring at me from the distance, hiding behind the bookshelves.
Without hesitation, I turned my head around and searched the entire area just to see a pile of books on their shelves.
Guess it was just my imagination.
So me and Stace just continued on working on our biology homework. Once we were done, we parted ways back to our homes and bid our farewells. Stace is such a wonderful person, I really should keep her around more often.
I took a bus ride to my new apartment, this may take some time to get used to. New York is indeed a crowded city. I guess what I heard was true, about this city being the city that never sleeps. The bus finally stopped to the avenue where my apartment was so I took a short walk and finally reached the lobby.
I pressed the elevator button going up.
The elevator door opened up then came in this familiar figure, broad and intriguing, with a strong scent from his seemingly branded perfume, "Is... Is that Clayton?" I thought as he approached my being with a genuine smile. He went out of the elevator and walked towards my direction.
"Leslie?" he seemed a bit confused to have seen me here.
"Oh, hi Clay!" Darn, way to blow it, Les.
"Do you live here?"
"Yes, do you?" Of course he does, that's why you met him here, silly.
"Yeah, I live in the penthouse."
"Wow, okay." The penthouse? He is no ordinary guy.
"Which room do you live in?"
"My mom and I just moved in room 1904 a couple of days ago."
"Well, you're always welcome to my place if you like. You should come over sometime."
"Sure, I'll catch up with you till then." Clayton just invited me over to his penthouse. Could this day get any more bizarre.
"Alright, then. I should get going now."
"Okay, bye Clay."
The elevator closed eventually, because I was too busy talking to Clayton earlier. But okay, that was so uncalled for. I do hope Clayton's personality is as decent as he looks.
I pressed the number 19 on the elevator and it escalated to the floor I was heading to.
I grabbed my keys from my pocket and unlocked the door. I can smell my mother's cooking just when I strode inside our little apartment. I guess we'll be eating mac and cheese again tonight. Can't complain though, she does cook the best mac and cheese I have ever tasted so far, that I sometimes ask for second helpings.
Though I still am left with curiosity of Clayton's penthouse and his living space.
Perhaps I should pay him a visit.
Guyssssss! We are terribly sorry for the unexpected hiatus we took on without telling you earlier :(
How are you enjoying the story so far? Leslie is indeed a character who is always such a curious berry. We will be unveiling so much about her throughout the story.
(With a little seasoning of drama of course.)
(Oh, and let's not forget about Clay;))
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