Chp 3: forgotten
"What the hell happened" was all I could manage to say when my mum and dad came home from work that night. "Watch your mouth young lady!" My father harshly announced. "What's going on sweetie?" Mum said in her sweetest tone possible trying I break the tension from my dad and I. "That's what I would like to know!" I sounded annoyed but I got out my phone to show them the video.
They didn't look surprised at all when the video was done. I stared at them trying to read their faces and waiting for them to say something, but nothing came out of their mouths. Mum looks up at me and nods as if it's no big deal while my dad goes and sits in his chair to read the newspaper. "Excuse me. " I said in a maybe too harsh of tone. "Why is my childhood best friend all over the news and in a band and playing drums" I couldn't get my head around it. My mom stared at me with big eyes an then it hits her. " oh my gosh honey u don't know?"
"Know what mum?"
"Well when we moved here nine years ago Ashton became very depressed and started getting made fun if at school and by the end of 7th grade he became obsessed with music and his mother told us it was the only thing that made him happy and that he started to play the drums again and I guess he got really good. " she said all of this like it was old news (and I guess it was) but not to me. I looked at her with a sad look in my eyes.
"My best friend was depressed and lonely and we still didn't move back to help him. To help me !" That's all I could say at that moment.
I ran up to my room and took my phone out and walked on to my balcony.
Hoping he still had the same number as from when he was younger I dialed the very unfamiliar (now) number into my phone. It begins to ring
"Hello?" A strange unfamiliar voice rang.
"Hello. Ash?" I said, regretting the word I had just said. (I hadn't talked to him in years and I still called him ash)
" um... Yea... May I ask who's calling?" He sounded a bit scared which made me chuckle a little.
"Oh. Well it's. Um..." Was all I managed to say
"Yea. It's who?" He stumbled out with a little bit of attitude.
"Sarah? Sarah who?" He questioned. I knew he probably wouldn't remember me. He was famous now and I was just a normal teenager struggling to get pass high school.
"Hello?" I must have trapped in my thoughts again.
"Um Sarah. As in childhood friends." I was weary of what I just said.
" yea sorry I think u have the wrong number. The only Sarah I know is the one who works at Starbucks on the weekends."
The line went dead. I knew he wouldn't remember me, but secretly I was hoping he did. I remember him. I remember every detail about him. Like how he has cute dimples when he smiled and that his favorite food was pineapple. I remember crossing my fingers behind my back when we made the promise when we were six about us getting married because I use to have the biggest crush on ashton!!!! I stood outside looking at the view off my balcony thinking of all our childhood memories that I guess had been forgotten by the new ashton Irwin.