Page 6 of Forgetting You, Forgetting Me

An hour later, I was no better at understanding algebra, but I was better at understanding my feelings for Sam were real. I was desperate to see him again, so I did something I’ve never done before.

“Did you maybe want to have lunch with me tomorrow?” My voice was high-pitched, completely uncool. Just as I was going to backtrack, embarrassed I let my fantasy of living happily ever after get the better of me, Sam nodded.

“Sure, Lucy. I’d like that.”

“Really?” I didn’t hide my surprise.

“Yes, really.” His response made me smile.

I feel so comfortable around him. I think its love.

August 6th 2004

Dear Diary,

Its official—I’m in love with Samuel Stone!

Our lunch date was just that— a date. I don’t know if Sam was aware it was just that, but to me, it was my first date, and it was perfect.

We chatted about everything—well, I chatted, and he listened. Just when I thought I was boring him, he’d ask me another question, appearing genuinely interested in my life.

The entire school was watching us. All the girls were jealous that someone like Sam was talking to me. But he didn’t even seem to notice or care. All he seemed to care about was me.

When the bell rang, I couldn’t hide my disappointment. I just spent the best thirty minutes of my life talking to the boy of my dreams.

Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any better, Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver necklace. When he handed it to me, I think I actually choked on my raspy breaths.

So here I sit, fingering the silver seven around my neck, unable to stop smiling as I think about Sam nervously explaining how he saw this and thought of me. He played it off as a joke, saying it was a good luck charm to help me pass my test, but we both knew what this meant.

We both have weird, messy, inexplicable feelings for one another, and nothing has felt sweeter.

I’m never going to take this necklace off. It may (according to Sam) only have cost five bucks, but as long as I live, this will forever be my good luck charm.

August 10th 2004

Dear diary,

O M G! I went out for coffee with Sam!

I saw him in the corridor, basketball under his arm, and thought it was about time I gave his book back. I was wearing the necklace underneath my t-shirt, afraid Sam might have regretted giving it to me. But when he smiled and suggested I give him the book back over coffee, I knew things were never going to be the same.

We met at Starbucks, not the most romantic of places, but I was with Sam and I didn’t care. We chatted about everything—he said he’d love to go horseback riding with me one day as his family owned a farm. I realized I must have chewed his ear off about my love for riding on our lunch date, and suddenly felt embarrassed. I just felt so comfortable around him—like I could be myself and tell him anything.

He mentioned Saxon, his twin brother. I don’t know why, but I got the distinct feeling they don’t get along. He said they look identical, but on the inside, they’re nothing alike. I wanted to press, ask for more info because Saxon seemed really nice. He was painfully shy, and didn’t really socialize with anyone, but the few times we spoke, he was actually really sweet and funny.

After Sam made it clear he didn’t want to talk about Saxon, he told me it was his dream to get a basketball scholarship, and if he had his way, he’d leave Montana as soon as he turned eighteen. I tried not to look too disappointed, but the thought of him leaving left a gaping hole in my chest.

He completely surprised me when he said, “But things change. Maybe there’s a reason for me to stay.”

Could that reason be me? A girl can only hope.

Three

My confession has the roomdropping to an unpleasantly cold temperature.

Dr. Kepler ignores the sudden discomfort. “Splendid news. As soon as he gets here, and he’s willing of course, one of the nurses can take his blood. We can also discuss the details about organ transplants.”

Greg clears his throat once again. “Our son, doctor…he’s estranged. We haven’t seen him in over a year. Last we heard, he was living in South Carolina. I doubt he’d be willing to help his brother out.” Kellie sniffles.

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