A Day To Remember

Chapter Six

Look, Caleb, I don't know what to tell you. I never asked you to stay, and if you're not happy then maybe you should go. I mean, it has been four months since everything with Danni blew up, we knew s**t would get hard and you still chose to stay. Don't continue to stay if its too much for you, but that's your choice I knew I felt like we were growing apart, but I didn't expect things to get this far. Over the last four months, all we have done is argue, and the times we got along were when Ana and Brandon were around. The tension has been a bit higher than comfort, mostly due to the fact that I'm unwilling to have s*x with him. I don't think it would be right, I mean, we cant get along so it wouldn't be special, nor would it resolve our relationship.

Caleb sighs as he searches for a response, I don't want to leave, and I am happy here. Maybe we should just take some space for today. I truly believe its the best response he could muster up, though, that doesn't make me feel any better. Deciding that space may be a good option, we silently part ways down the small corridors with nothing but the dull echo of our footsteps until they soon become just mine. I find myself in the front yard, an almost uncontrollable urge to continue walking down the street carrying me forward. After some time, I arrive at a small café in a small plaza nearby, entering with a watering mouth as the scent of warm coffee and cakes fill my nostrils. I take a seat in the window space, patiently waiting for the waitress to come to my table as I look at the menu. The seven months that Caleb and I have been together playing through my mind, a thick feeling of sadness flowing through me as the waitress kindly introduces herself to me and requesting my order. A large hot peppermint mocha coffee, lots of sugar and creamer, and a blueberry muffin, please. The woman smiles, swirling her cherry blonde locks around her finger, Sure thing, sweetie. Back in a sec! I used to come here all the time with Ana, it seems like so long ago now. I cant help but remember the time when I introduced her to Snowlette

Ana, I want to introduce you to someone. My best friend turned to me, an eyebrow c****d, she never had shared well. This is Snowlette, and this is Ana, my best friend. Ana looked Snowlette up and down, a little too coldly, The one and only, hello. Snowlette had returned a wave in response, as she had sat beside me. "I've heard so much about you, Ana, its nice to finally meet you."

"Yeah, you too," Ana smiled at me, "How about some coffees?" I nodded, and signaled over the waitress, "How long have the two of you been friends? I've never heard Ambrosia talk about you before..." I turned to her slowly, making a face at her, as Snowlette begins to speak, "That's okay, she doesn't have to share every aspect of her life, I'm not angry. I never really heard about you until tonight, either, but I was trying to be polite. Its important to Ambrosia, if you cant tell." Ana blinked, I'm sure she wasn't expecting Snowlette to put her in the place, and I couldn't help but grin at Ana. I knew that they may not have gotten along, they were much too alike, but I had thought Ana would have made a bit more effort. I didn't blame her for being curious, though, so I was pleased when Snowlette continued. "Ambrosia and I met when she came to one of my concerts, my guitarist is an intense clutz, and spilled beer all over her. Jace had to give her something dry to wear, so he brought her to me. We've been friends since then, and she even has my shirt still." I chuckled in memory; she truly didn't miss that shirt. Ana had been interested once she heard concert, and her curiosity had gotten the best of her at the time, "Concerts?"

"I'm in band, my mother is in good with a lot of important producers, and artists, so we have concerts regularly. You should come with Ambrosia sometime, if you want to." Ana and Snowlette had discussed music for the rest of that night, but after that night they were incapable being friendly again. It was such a long time ago, when things seemed so normal.

A sudden noise of a plate being placed in front of me pulls me from the memories, the scent floating thickly to my nostrils of blueberry and fresh coffee. I smile warmly at the waitress, "Thank you." She smiles in response, lingering for a moment before speaking, "Are you alright?" I look up at her, "I mean, youre such a pretty girl, and its getting late, and youre all alone. You havent said much, or looked up, or even looked at your phone since you have been here." I look at my cup as I take a long sip, unsure how to respond to the very observant waitress. "I'm just going through a lot." She nods her head, as if she already knows.

"Mind if I sit? Im happy to listen." I take a deep breath while I consider this option, but theres nothing I can say against it. "Sure." I take a few bites of my muffin, after drinking some coffee, I ask her, "Where should I begin?" She refills my coffee, watching me put sugar and creamer in my cups, blending it together with a straw. She leans back in the booth, "How about starting from where it all began?" I take a deep breath as I choose how to begin.

"Well, buckle it right on up, darlin, because this is going to be one hell of a ride. It all started when my parents died in a car accident, on a dark foggy winter night, I was only six years old..." It feels different telling everything to a stranger, an unbiased eye, like learning how to fly. Its a powerfully enriching feeling to forge relief in exposure, the pure unraveling of all your truths, worst fears, or harsh traumas. I've never sat down with someone like this, just venting out my whole life. Every time I'd ever tried, I would find myself sugar coating the story, not wanting to burden others with my history. This time I do not bother to sugar coat or lower the blow, I let the story flow from my lips with ease. Though, when Caleb comes into the story, my heart seems to clench as an uneasy feeling rises in the pit of my stomach. I never met anyone like him, so adamant to be in my life. Now he isn't sure that he does, and I can't say I blame him. To know that it's coming to end, though, its a lot harder than actually saying goodbye. To my realization, thats what I fear the most, to come to the final stage of having to wish him well, with no idea of the outcome of how it will go. "I guess that really covers everything, my whole cup of tea. Jeez, I had no idea we have been sitting here for three hours, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't keep you."

She smiles at me, a warm smile, the kind that makes you feel warm inside, "Not at all, don't worry about it. You've had a rough life, lots of obstacles, but you pushed through every single one given to you. I think you should allow yourself to give yourself some more credit, and as for Caleb, I think it would do you best to just let him go. Every relationship you gain life, romantic or platonic, does not have to last. A relationship is meant to be a lesson, and you will not fall in love just once, Ambrosia. From the first relationship until your last relationship you will pull something from it, whether it be a lesson for your morals, ethics or patterns. At your current age, all you need to focus on is this; what do you want to surround yourself with? These lessons will show you want you want to avoid in the future, and while you may not be aware of how to predict these traits now, you will three years from now. Would you want to try a exercise of sorts?"

I nod at her, sipping my coffee as she continues, "Where do you see yourself in three years?" I hesitate, not quite sure how to answer since I have not seriously considered this. I sit back in my seat, "Well, I've always loved to cook no matter how bad stress is I can always lose myself in cooking. I want to be out of culinary school by then and planning my moving arrangements, I want to be a chef in Paris." She nods at my response, sipping her own coffee before she proceeds, "Where do you see yourself in five years? "

"Living in Paris with my best friend, Ana, working under an internship. Ill be in business school part-time, saving up to open my own restaurant." I smile, satisfied with my response, "Where do you see yourself in ten years? "

"Living in a bigger home in Paris, possibly married with kids by then, and running my own restaurant. Living a happy, drama-free life." With a new outlook, I venture out of the small business, and continue home, as an uneasy feeling forms as I question what will come tomorrow.