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1. itsmystories
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   June 9, 2012 7:28pm UTC
   The Good Times
   Chapter 2
   The next day I woke up in the same room.
   I looked around and saw a familiar looking boy sleeping on the couches.
   I coughed to try and wake him up. His eyes fluttered open and once he saw me awake he
   sat up quickly. I noticed his gorgeous hazel eyes, and how his messy hair only made him
   better looking.
   "Who are you?" I asked as politely as I could. I noticed how my voice was still dry and scratchy.
   "So it's true, I'm guessing." I looked at him confused
   "You losing your memory." My mouth formed and 'O' and I nodded.
   He scratched his head and nervously smiled at the ground.
   "So... who are you?" I asked again.
   "OH." He cleared his throat.." I'm uh.. My name is Dylan." I nodded my head and smiled
   at the sweet looking guy in front of me.
   "I had a friend whos name was Dylan as a child.I don't know what happened to him though. My mom hasnt told me anything about whats happend in my past yet."
   I took note of the pain in his eyes and sweetly smiled.
   "So what exactly do you remember?" He asked
   "I remember things from my childhood. The farthest I can think is fourth grade." He nodded his head.
   Dylan leaned foward on the chair. Resting his elbows on his knees any laying his chin on his hands.
   "So tell me about the Dylan you know. We can compare him to me!" He said, nervously smiling.
   A sat up a little straighter. Why not I thought.
   "I'll try me best to explain. Where do you want me to start?"
   "The day you guys met." I looked into his hazel eyes and began.
   "Well I was at a park with my brother. The park was close to my house I think. Anyways I was swinging and I saw my brother picking on him. My brother was always bullying little kids and I felt bad for them. I went up to my brother and told him to stop. He shouldnt pick on people he didnt know. He just walked away. I helped Dylan up and apologized to him. We introduced eachother. He said he liked my dress. And he liked my eyes. I said I liked his glasses and i liked his eyes. Ever since then we've been best friends." He smiled. He looked like he was going to cry.
   "Are you okay?" I asked. He nodded his head.
   "Yeah yeah. Your story just brings some old memories back."
   We looked at eachother for a little while and he rubbed the back of his head.
   "Go on with you and Dylan. I want to know more."
   I told him about how people always made fun of us cause they thought we were girlfriend and boyfriend. How our moms were bestfriends. How we had campouts in our backyard. How he held my hand reassuringly during scary parts in movies. And how we covered eachothers eyes whenever there was a kissing scene in movies.I swear my last words to him made him cry though, but I don't think he'd ever admit it .
   I told him.
   "You know, Even though I was young and even though I don't remember how I exactly felt I swear to you," I paused and looked him in the eye so he knew I was serious.
   "I loved that boy with all my heart."
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2. itsmystories
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   June 9, 2012 4:26pm UTC
   Todays date is
   6/9/2012
   Have a sexual day.
   
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3. itsmystories
   posted a quote
   June 7, 2012 8:08pm UTC
   The Good Times
   Chapter 1
   It's been 3 years, 4 months and 6 days since I last heard his soothing voice.
   3 years 4 months 6 days since I last saw his beautiful hazel eyes.
   3 years 4 months and 6 days since the last time I saw the boy I fell in love with.
   I missed him more than words could describe.
   I called him. For a whole week and he never picked up.
   So I stopped.
   "Skye?" I turn to look at my bestfriend Leslie. She looked worried.
   "You were spacing out." She said softly. She knew I wasnt quite over it and she understood.
   "Sorry." I flashed her a smile and she went on.
   "As I was saying, there's a party tonight at Tristans house. You want to go with me? PLEASE?"
   I shrugged my shoulders.
   "I guess." She smiled wide and started hitting my arm.
   "Finally getting out there" She paused and started hitting me again.
   "I'M SO PROUD." She yelled.
   "Shhhhhhhh!!" She smiled and stopped yelling.
   "I'll be over around 6:45 okay?"
   Later that evening.
   "You all done?" Leslie asked walking into the bathroom. She looked at me and gasped.
   "You look beautiful." She stated.
   "You do too!" I took another quick peek at myself before we decided to head out.
   A few minutes later we were at a big house with music pouring from it's windows.
   "This is it!" Leslie said, she clamped her hands together and smiled. She stepped out and I followed.
   When we got inside Leslie went to look for the drinks, said I should mingle. I was roaming the dance floor which i'm pretty sure is his living room. I tried looking for cute boys. But they all seemed douchy. So I decided to stay away. My eyes landed on a cute boy with dark swooped hair. From the back he seemed well dressed and not like a total douche bag.
   A guy a little shorter than him came up and said his name. I read the word "Dylan." I widened my eyes. Its not him. It can't be him. I thought. But sure enough he turned around and I saw Dylans
   familiar warm eyes. I could recognize him anywhere. I could feel the tears coming. Why didn't he come see me? He looked at me then turned away. Then did a double take. He started walking over and when he was only a few feet away. I could see him opening his mouth to say something.
   I ran. I bolted for the door. I ran for the car. I could barely see. Tears clouding my vision.
   Finally I saw a familiar blue car and I hoped in and started my engine.
   Speedingdown the street ,trying to get away from the memories, I wiped my eyes which were still overflowing with tears. He didn't even come to my house. He didn't call me. He did nothing.
   Again I took my hand to dry my eyes. When my hand touched my face I took notice of a car backing out of a driveway. Its red lights catching my attention.
   Quickly I grabbed my steering wheel and swerved to the left and lost control of my car.
   Screaming. The last thing I remember is hearing someone screaming, and the pain on my head.
   It felt like a hammer hit me over and over and over. Screaming.
   The pain. screaming... the pain.. screaming.....
   "She's awake" Someone yelled!My eyes fluttered open and I saw my mom, my dad, my brother and a very sweet looking girl. My mom had tears in her eyes while she caressed my cheek.
   "Where am I?" I asked. My voice came out scratchy and dry.
   "The hospital." My brother said. I tilted my head to the side like a confused dog.
   "What am I doing at the hospital?" The young girl frowned.
   "It's all my fault." she whispered. I gave her a reassuring smile and she excused herself and walked out. My brother quickly following her.
   "Who was that?" I asked.
   My mom frowned.
   "Honey that was Leslie."
   "Leslie? Who's she?"
   My mom called the doctor. He came in and smiled. Se explained to him something I couldnt hear. Then my parents left and the doctor began asking me questions about myself.
   I became frustrated because some I couldnt remember. They were right there though.
   My doctor sighed and brought my parents back in."I'm afraid," The doctor began.
   "That your daughter has lost her memory."
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4. itsmystories
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   June 6, 2012 10:15pm UTC
   The Good Times
   Prolouge
   "You have one unheard message. First unheard message."
   Quickly I adjusted my phone so I could hear better.
   "Hey Skye it's me. So in a little while I'll be telling you something important.."
   I couldn't help but smile when I recognized his voice. The one that got me through everything.
   "But for now I'm just going to ramble on with memories. Until I have to go. Okay?"
   I nodded my head like he could see and listened closely as he went on.
   "Remember when we first met," He began. "It was summer and your older brother was picking on me.
   You came up to him and told him to stop. You said he shouldn't be mean to people he didn't know. He just nodded and walked away. Then you came up to me and helped me up. Apologized for his actions. We were what? 5? You were so mature at that age. God. I sound like your mom." I laughed
   because it was true. She always said I was mature for my age. Smiling I kept listening.
   "You introduced yourself. In your cute little yellow summer dress. 'Hi I'm Skye.'" He mimicked.
   "I always remembered your name because your eyes were as blue as the sky. Even if your eyes weren't blue I'd still remember your name. Then remember the time that douche Josh broke your heart and you came over crying & we watched the notebook together and you ate all my icecream.
   You fell asleep during the movie. I remember cause your head was rested on my shoulder. Your hair smelt like strawberries. Your eyes were puffy. Your lips chapped. Mascara stains on your cheeks. And all I could think about was how beautiful you were. Or the time we were climbing the tree and you were on the third branch. Trying to be cool I tried to go on the fourth. You told me it was dangerous. I shouldnt do it. But being as stubborn as I was I tried to impress you. When I lifted my leg up and lost my balance then fell off. You were screaming, climbing down in your skinny jeans. Hair in a bun. Your face all scrunched up with worry. Told me I was soo lucky I came out of the hospital with just a broken wrist and a concussion. Told me to never do something like that again." I stood still as suprised he remembered such odd memories. The phone pressed against my ear I could hear his mom yell it was time to go.
   "Well Skye. I have to go. So I need to tell you now." He paused and took a deep breath.
   "Skye I'm in love with you. And I have been since your sky blue eyes met mine. Since you came to me crying. Since I saw you sitting on that third branch. I've always wanted to tell you Skye always." I had tears falling down my cheeks. I could hear his mom yell at him again.
   "Skye. I never wanted to hurt you. Never. So please don't cry when Im gone." I could hear him rustling around. I was out of the house now. Heading towards his house to tell him I felt the same.
   "Skye. I'm moving. Tonight. I'm heading out now. I just want you to know. I love you and I always will." I stopped dead in my tracks. Moving? I started sprinting for his house. Phone still connected to my ear.
   "I'll be back in about 3 years. I have to go Skye."
   I sprinted as hard as I could while I listened to his last words he would speak to me for three years.
   "I love you. Now and Forever." And with that he was gone.
   
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5. itsmystories
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   June 2, 2012 3:38pm UTC
   Gone.
   Just like that. One minute she's here. Right beside you
   The next.
   Gone.
   You'll ask yourself.
   "Why her?"
   Then you'll say.
   "I could've helped her. I could've said hey. Strike up a conversation."
   Too late.
   You'll think.
   & think
   & think
   &think
   About all of those small little things that couldve helped her in such a big big way.
   You couldve said
   "Hey, wanna be my partner?" In class
   Or maybe,
   "Hey, I really like your shirt!" In the hall
   You couldve even said
   " Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out later?" After school.
   But you couldnt see past her mask.
   She hid so well behind that beautiful mask of hers.
   She made people think of what a perfect life she had.
   "I didn't know. I never knew."
   & you'll try so hard to reassure yourself that it wasn't your fault.
   You didn't do anything to her. You weren't one of those people who were mean, rude, harsh.
   Or irrational with her.
   But foolish child do realize.
   It's not what you did. Oh no.
   You see, it's what you didn't do.
   And now that she is gone.
   Buried deep where she can hide forever, there is nothing to feel but regret.
   But honey, no worries.
   Everyone will forget about her sad, lonely story in less than a week.
   No need trying to remember.
   She'll be forgotten in a matter of days.
   Her story, forgotten as well.
   And soon enough you'll be one of those people that forgets.
   And then one day you'll think.
   " Where exactly did she go?"
   
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