Time Forgets

A Story by LonelyDemon

Just a little something i wrote while bored one day. Based on a true story sadly enough.

One day is enough, more than enough to make you realize where you stand. The day I understood where I belong, was a sunny, spring Saturday. The day before, I had tried to arrange something with her, but she was always busy. She always couldn't go or I couldn't make it, the usual. It seemed as if nothing between us would work now or ever. She told me of a little festival where her dad was taking her. It was a small scale air-show at our town's little airfield. I decided to ask my mother if she could drive me, and at this point I would've walked if she said no, but she told me she would and I told her to pick me up at three the next day.

That morning I could barely contain myself. Today was the day I got too spend entirely with her. I took a long, hot shower, and brushed my teeth, making sure they were white as possible. I shaved and gathered my things. Wallet? Check. Gum? Check. Nervous? Check. In fact I forgot to eat breakfast that day because I was too excited. On my way there I tried my best to comb my hair, to look nice for her By the time I got there, the sun was, to me, only a few feet above the trees. I walked through the front gate. She had messaged me saying someone would wait for me, but I didn't see anybody waiting. That was okay though, I wanted to look around anyway. I paid the entrance fee and walked in. The smell of fair food instantly caught my senses. The fried things, sizzling in their batter. I hadn't eaten, but I didn't want to waste my cash on something that would probably make me sick later. To my left was the only building you were allowed to enter. It looked the the 'Customer Service Center' or something like that. On the other side were those who showed off their nice cars and there were tens of airplanes, here and there. To my right there were about twenty different vendors, each under their separate canopies.

For about ten minutes, I wandered between the stalls, looking at the different things the vendors had displayed. Then I noticed the stall at the far end. The canopy was wider than the rest and the stall was farther from the others. There were dozens of airplanes, about the size of large dogs, lined up next to each other. It looked interesting, so I decided to go and check it out. I saw a man talking to some other guys next to a trailer, behind the wide canopy. The airplanes stretched out to the left and preceded beyond the boundaries of the canopy. To the right of the stall was a small van and a red truck that had its back end facing the back of the van. It had its tailgate down. There was a woman and a little girl sitting in chairs under the shade of the canopy. Then behind them, I saw her, an angel in a humans skin. She had long, dirty blond hair with faded red highlights. She had prominent cheekbones and dimples when she smiled.Her teeth were perfect, and made me feel self-conscious of my own. She wore black boots that made her taller than me, but I didn't mind. She had on dark blue skin tight genes with bedazzled pocket and lining. Even her phone was bedazzled, I thought it was cute. She had put on a black shirt with no sleeves, only straps, and it had a big bedazzled star on it. The back of the shirt was open, held together by strings, so you could trace the line of her back. The most striking feature (which to this day still haunts me) are those grass green eyes, the color of the rolling meadows which lay around us, moving with the wind. It was eight thirty when I arrived.

Then, not to soon after I noticed her, she noticed me. From the grin on her face I could tell she was happy to see me, and that was enough. The man that had been talking by the trailer was her father. He seemed like a good, hardworking man, and even now I still don't know what he thought of me. The woman and the girl, were her mother and little sister. Her mother was also very nice, she reminded me of my own. Her sister made a lot of sarcastic remarks about her and I could relate to what it is like to have a sibling that you do nothing but fight with. She responded with her own sarcasm, so I dragged her away, knowing that this battle of will could last forever.

We sat on the tailgate of the red truck. She constantly got up and sat down, almost to often. She stood in front of me and I wrapped my arms around her waist. She wrapped hers around my neck and rested them on my shoulders. For the longest time we stood like that, starring each other down, as if trying to read one another's thoughts. Then we kissed, for the longest time. How could I be so lucky, to have someone like her?, was all I could think. We talked a lot too. About our own futures, what we were gonna do after we got out of this town, things like that. We probably sat there on that tailgate for a couple of hours, until the sun really started to beat down on us. Her mother and sister got up to look around at about eleven, eleven thirty, so we stole their chairs and sat down. It was nice and shady under the canopy. The chairs were the fold-able kind you take to firework shows or camp outs, so I slipped underneath the armrests, my feet through one end, my head through the other. She sat in the chair next to me and I rested my head in her lap. I began to close my eyes and take in the sounds, the conversations, the movement, the whir of the plane propellers and the purr of their engines. Then, just before I drifted off to sleep, she woke me with a kiss. She told me that I couldn't sleep or the time I got to spend with her would fly by, so I tried my best to keep myself from falling asleep, even though she was very comfy. Every now and again, she would give me another kiss, or show me a funny meme on her Facebook, just to make sure I was still awake, and towards about one o'clock, I decided to get up. I remember talking to her mother and her sister about scars because her sister had recently got a serious one and we went off talking about the injuries we'd seen. I could tell she didn't like talking about it, so I quickly changed the subject. Then we went for a walk around the airfield and ran into her friends. We sat under the shady tree next to the 'Customer Service Center', where music had been played. Her and her friends talked for awhile before we went back to her families stale. The sun had shifted and it was about two thirty now.

In the last half hour, before three, several people came up to her dad to ask about the planes. In fact he used one of them but at the same time, a real plane began to take off. He had to make an emergency landing in the meadow so as not to cause an accident. He was very angry because no planes were supposed to take off during that time. Just before three, I helped to pack up the canopy and load the stuff into her dad's truck. Then we sat at the curb together. She didn't want the day to end, neither did I. It was too early for that, and we both agreed on this. I asked if maybe she'd like to go back to my house and meet my family. I could tell she wasn't sure so I asked her if it was something she wanted. She said yes, so I asked her father and he said as long as it was okay with her mother and mine. Then my mother arrived and I asked her about it, she agreed. Then my mother confirmed it with her parents and we realized her dad knew my mom from high school. Small towns, haha. We rolled our eyes and knew that they'd be talking for awhile, but we were just happy to still be in each others company. Then, finally, it was time to go. We said our goodbyes and told her parents to pick her up at ten.

On our way back my mother talked quite a bit. This was a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing, so the house was, of course, a mess. She probably said that a million times. We finally got back to my house after what seemed like forever. God, how I wish I had a car. She climbed out of the car and began to follow me to the front door. My step-dad said no more than 'hi'. I introduced her to my brother who was surprised, and to my littlest sister who was also shocked. Then I introduced her to my three year old brother, who joyfully recited her name over and over. He still occasionally does this.

I led her back to my room and she sat down on my bed. She kicked off her boots and took out her phone while I preceded to clean my semi-messy room. After I finished, I sat down next to her and she rubbed my back. I asked her what she wanted to do and she didn't know. She hadn't seen The Avengers, I was like 'How??', so I stuck the movie in and she laid down. I laid down behind her and wrapped my arms around her. We interlocked our feet and laid there. She was so warm, so there, so.... real. This wasn't an illusion. I had never been so happy. I began to kiss her neck and felt the intense heat, radiating from her body, and I realized she had been sunburned. I instantly felt bad because I knew that I had made her sit on the tailgate with me earlier. I told her I was sorry and she said it was okay. I tugged at her ear and she turned around and gave me a kiss. Again I felt alive. She tried her best to pay attention to the movie, but I doubt she remembers most of it. The repeated process of me tugging on her ear got me a kiss, so I tried it often. We repeated like that through the movie. It was five o'clock when we went to eat. She didn't eat much and I always wondered about that. We went back and finished the movie and then I asked her what she wanted to do next. She didn't know, again. I played my guitar a little and she said I was very good. Then we laid back down, and didn't bother to put another movie in. We held each other, kissed each other, and I believe that that was the first day I fell in love. The first time I ever really felt like that. That continued for hours. It felt more like days though. Nothing mattered, we were the only two people in the world, if only for a few hours. I truly realized that people aren't the only ones that forget, time forgets too.

We stayed like that till about nine, when her parents said they'd get there, but they didn't arrive. Her mother messaged her saying they'd be late and we both let out a big sigh of relief. We got another hours together and we never let go the entire time. For that last hour, the world slowed down just for us, and we took every moment it gave us. When I heard her parents drive up, a sadness grew inside me, because I knew she would have to go. They talked to my mother for awhile which gave us another twenty minutes. We spent more than half of the day together, almost fourteen hours total. It was just amazing just to have that relaxing day with her That day was the day I fell in love, and today to grass green eyes still haunt my waking dreams. It was also the day I realized something.

- Time Forgets