Remembering Chloe

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

 

May 7

6:23p.m.

‘Dear diary,’

I scribbled the date in my big, loopy letters with a smile.

‘Last night’s dream was amazing. Matt was there. He was with me! I finally had a dream about him and he was so wonderful. I feel like I should tell you all about him but I don’t want to get this description wrong because I’m terrified that that’ll be the only dream I ever have of him. His hair was the same colour as mine and was a mess onto of his sharply featured face. He had brown eyes like me that looked purple under the sun. He had a lip ring too and a slightly crooked nose that bent where his eyes met. He was tall, shorter than Ryan, but still tall. And everything in the way he spoke, stood, walked – everything – showed his affection for me. It was amazing.

In the dream, it was me and him on our vacation to Mexico over March break. I don’t remember seeing mom and dad there so I think it was just us. I looked about 15 so that means he was about 17.

Anyways, we were laying on one of those pool chairs when these really attractive guys walked by (they weren’t as good looking as Ryan though but still really hot). Matt caught me watching them by accident and he pushed my shoulder, knocking my glasses off my nose and we both laughed. The guys looked over but whatever. All I really cared about was being with Matt again.

I was blushing and then Matt started joking about how I should go over there and talk to them. I know it’s crazy! Imagine me walking over to strangers and flirting with them! That’s what I thought before too. But then he was telling me how I should purse my lips and stick out my chest and walk away slowly and stuff... I’m pretty sure he was just joking but then he dared me to do it so I did anyways.

I got two of their numbers and was heading back to where Matt was sitting and smirking, but I don’t know what happened next. That’s when my alarm clock for school woke me up.

It’s funny: I already miss Matt even though I’ve only gone half a day without remembering him. He was an amazing brother. Even just being in that dream, I knew that he would do anything for me and that I would do anything for him. I think we just had that kind of relationship. I miss him so much.’

“Chloe!” My mother’s voice bounced up the steps and into my bedroom, “Dinner!”

I peeked at the door and then back to the cracked spine of my journal.

‘Chloe Roberts.’

I signed my name and threw the book aside as I hopped off the messy sheets and past the threshold. My feet jogged down the stairs, my right hand sliding down the oak banister as I attempted to keep my balance.

“Coming,” I returned, jumping off the second bottom step and to the landing. Black edged into my vision so I paused and then continued on when it left.

My mother and father were already sitting across from each other at the dark wooden table. A decorated chandelier hung from the ceiling over their heads, lighting their greying hair with a halo-like glow. My parents were really sweet people. Anna, my mother, was beautiful even in her old age. My father, David, carried himself with strength. Even when he peeked at my mom with that gentle look in his fading blue eyes, there was a certain intelligence that he carried from beyond his years. It was truly inspiring.

“Hi,” I greeted. I eased onto my seat and pressed into the back of the chair, “It smells delicious.”

The faint aroma of dinner wafted through the dining room and I licked my lips. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until now.