Forgetting Luke

This is a typical love story. You have the protagonist. The new girl at school who's extremely pretty and whatnot, who secretly has depression. Her name is Suzy. You have the hopeless romantic who the protagonist 'falls in love' with. His name is Luke. You have the best friend, called Naomi. The best friends soulmate, Michael. The bullies. The boyfriends friends. Just a load of friends. You have the new home, the dead family member, the 'overprotective' mother who really doesn't care. Then there's the twist. This love story isn't perfect, in fact it might be the opposite of one. This is how Suzy, our protagonist, forgot Luke. (Thanks to all of my co-authors: Suzy_Hemmings, ShortPrincessa and Emress for working with me and helping me with my very first Movella) Updates any time from Friday-Sunday (hopefully) (Outfits for story on Polyvore)


30. When she finds him singing Lego House


Andy Black. 
That's the name that I now grow to despise. 
She was wearing a shirt with his name on when she caught me… when she got caught in a car crash. 
Ripped jeans, converse, what Suzy would wear. I don't know if Suzy now would wear it, or should I say Susannah. 
People look at me as I walk down the school hall. I don't know whether it's with hate or pity; I don't tend to look back. The jocks love me though. They hated her, don't know why. 
I mean, how can you hate someone like Susannah Jarosh? She's just perfect, the way her hair waves down her back; the way she pronounces her words, still cute and English but also a bit of Australian coming through; her eyes, oh how I could stare into her eyes all day. 
Of course she has her imperfections. I can't name them though, as I don't see them. There's not a black spot on her heart, nor her, well, face.

"I'm outta love, I'll pick you up when your feeling down. And after these things I've done I think I'll live you better now"
I let the guitar drop to the floor.
"I think my braces are breaking, and it's more than I can take" I belted out, tears streaming down my face.
"Um, I don't mean to intrude, but, are you okay?" a voice came from behind me. I knew exactly who that was.
Wiping my wet face, I turned and kept my head down, trying not to look her in the eye.
"Yeah… I'm fine… Your not intruding… hbdizmefbkaei…" I muttered, going into nonsence. 
"O-okay, I'll, uh, just, uh, leave you alone,"
Suzy left.
I fell to the floor gasping for air as tears overwhelmed me. 
How could I do this to someone so perfect?
Soon enough, I found myself in the boys bathroom, a blade in hand. 
I was scared. I'd never done this before.
I dragged the bade across my wrist.
"Once for Suzy
Twice for Michael
Three times for Naomi
Four for Ashton
Five for Calum
Six for Raven
Seven for Anna
Eight for Maia
Nine for Suzy
And ten for…"
I stopped, staring at the ten cuts on my wrist, seeping blood.
"Ten for me,"
The blood ran down the drain as I pressed a towl to my arm, stemming the flow of the blood. I let pain take me over as I started to see stars infront of my eyes.
This isn't the last, I thought as I lost consciousness.



"How could you do this to me? My reputation RUINED!" Michael fake cried. I laughed. You see, I had just CRUSHED him at Mario Cart and he was soooooo not happy about it.
"Yeah, well what you gonna do about it?" I challenged.
His head was laying on my lap as I sat cross legged on the sofa in my room. His flannel lay on my shoulders while he, for some strange reason, had my flip-flops on his feet. 
A cheeky smirk came onto his face as he got up and sat opposite me, looking me dead in the eye. I was watching his every move.
Well, obviously not every move as soon enough I felt a pillow wack me in the head, knocking off my JigglyPuff hat. I closed me eyes and curled my fist around my other pillow, my face scrunched up in mock anger.
"You did not," I scorched.
"Oh but I did," He retorted smugly, pecking my nose, "Your cute when your angry,"
"That does it," I shouted, swinging the pillow round and hitting him straight wear the sun doesn't shine. 
He fell to the ground.
"Man down, man down," he said weakly, collapsing onto my bed. 
I giggled, falling onto his chest. You see, Michael isn't in shape and like all the others boys his age. He's, well, squidgy. But he's Michael, and he's perfect. 
He planted a kiss on my now purple head and I put it up, resting my chin on his chest. 
"I love you, you know that right?" I asked, rhetorically.
"I love you too," He answered.
I pouted my lips and he brought his onto mine. It was a short sweet kiss, and not the first one.
"Oh, and, sorry about hitting you in the privates," I giggled.
"It's fine. It's your problem if we can't have babies when we get married though," he said.
I sat up.
"Did you just say you wanted to marry me?" I said astonished. Sitting up, he looked at me as if the answer was obvious. 
I climbed onto his lap, locking lips and wrapping my hands into his hair. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me as close as possible. Kisses travelling down my neck, I came up for air. We used no tongue when we kissed, we felt no need to. The air we used we shared, almost like we were breathing each other in like vapors. He stopped and looked me in the eye. 
"Naomi Kerslake, do you promise me that when we're 18 or 19 or however old you want, you will marry me and we will start a family, just you me and our twin sons, maybe a daughter can tag along. We'll have a doge dog called whatever the heck the quiz says it will, and a kitten that we can cuddle as we watch movies in our little farm house. You'll have a drum kit set up in the sound-proof garage and my guitars will line the walls. Huge fields wil stretch behind the house, a country side we can explore. And I know this will sound like a load of cheesy rubbish to you but-"
I put my finger to his lips. "I can't wait." I whispered. He smiled and brought me into one last kiss, before laying down with me as we fell asleep in each others arms.



I sat on the park bench reading my book The Vow. It's about a couple who get into a car crash after falling in love and getting married. She gets amnesia and they fall in love all over again. It's really beautiful.
The lages consumed me, transforming me and taking me to their world. 
Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned round to see the blonde boy from earlier, the one playing the guitar. I loved his voice, it was stunning, but he seemed upset. 
"Hey! I saw you earlier today. You seemed quite upset. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah," He replied, "once you help me do one thing."
"Anything to make you happy," I shrugged, like it was obvious. I felt connected to this boy somehow, I just don't know what.
"I'm going to help you get your memories back."

I updated early!
Guys, I know the Vow isn't a book, well it might be, but just play along with it.
I'm going to try and make the chapters longer and more frequent as the reads are going up rapidly. 
Linking to that, I would like to thank you for 7000 reads! It's crazy! I remeber not that long ago getting all excited because I had 15 reads, but 7000 is just WOW!
Love y'all so so much,
DrummerGirl xxx

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