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2 ReviewsSearching through old photo albums brings back more memories than Spencer could ever ask for.
Spencer Smith was cleaning out his half of the bedroom. The only reason he was doing it was because his room mate had called it a 'Toxic hazard'. Spencer wasn't usually one to listen to people when they said things like that, but he knew his roomie was right. His room was a mess. So, the nineteen-year-old cleaned out his bedroom.
By the end of it he was wiped of all energy. He couldn't even get up off the floor and climb into bed, so he just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. He turned closed his eyes and flopped his head to the side, screwing his face him as a fowl smell hit his nostrils.
"What is that?" He asked himself. He turned himself on his stomach and moved under his bed, the only place he hadn't cleaned. He found a moldy sandwich that he had lost about six months ago, still sitting under his bed. "That's disgusting!" Spencer gagged, pushing the plate out the other side of the bed, trying not to get too close to it.
Spencer tried to wiggle his way out from under his bed, but a white shoe box caught his eyes; Memories was written in black marker on the side and Spencer found himself smiling. The box contained all of Spencer's most precious childhood memories. He had totally forgotten about the box until that moment. He pulled the box out from under his bed and took off the lid. Spencer shuffled through the box, finding old bits and bobs from his past.
Right at the bottom was a photo album. He pulled it out and layed it on the floor. Just as he was picking the lid up to put it back on the box, he noticed the photograph taped the inside; Spencer and a girl when they were about seven. The girl had long blonde hair that complimented her pale skin. Her crystal blue eyes and perfect smile were lighting up the park they were in. The two were sitting on what looked to be red railings, both happy and smiling.
"Cheyenne." Spencer breathed out, stroking the picture with his finger. He started laughing at himself, it was just the picture. Every time he saw it, he would laugh. It was the memory of that day at the park. It was when Spencer had grazed his knee and Cheyenne had played doctors and nurses with him until he was better. When the two were younger, they were inseparable. They did everything together.
Looking closer at the photograph, Spencer could see the redness in Cheyenne's eyes. He then remembered the reason they were at the park; to cheer Cheyenne up. Her parents had been arguing for weeks, so Spencer's older sister took the two of them to the park. Next, Spencer noticed the golden mop of fur next to his leg, it was his pet Lab, Sunshine. He took the thing everywhere with him.
That photo held amazing memories of Cheyenne. Spencer and Cheyenne had been best friends since the time they met, to the time Cheyenne moved in Sophomore year of High School. They had never kept in contact when she moved. But Spencer had thought about Cheyenne often, then, after a while, she just seemed to slip away. Cheyenne was nothing but a memory.
Placing the lid back on the box, Spencer opened up the photo album. On the very first two pages were photo's from the town Spencer had grown up in. It was a very scruffy place, not safe for kids at all, but he had managed. The streets were rough and he made it his mission to protect his best friend against it all, and he had till the end.
"Look at that dump." Spencer whispered to himself. He knew the people who lived there when he had were slobs, but, now, the people who lived there had done it all up. The lawn's had been trimmed, the houses painted and the mailboxes weren't crooked. The whole town had look decent by the time Spencer had left for college. Back when Spencer was a child, he never realized what he had been missing out on, it was all normal for him to grow up in a scruffy place like that.
The last picture on that page was of Spencer and his siblings outside their house. Spencer, the youngest in the family, was lying across the overgrown weeds in the garden. His three older brothers were leaning against the wall and his sister was sitting by their feet, with her legs on top of Spencer's.
Spencer reminisced on all the times he had tried sneaking out of that second floor. It hadn't been easy. The window had nothing directly below it to jump onto, so he had to climb across the ledge till he was above the door, and jump onto the garden wall, then onto the floor. Every time he did it, he feel off the wall when he'd landed, hurting himself before his night had even began.
Spencer turned the page over and the next two pages were filled with school memories. Spencer instantly pointed out his high school. He'd never wanted to go and always protested to his parents. When his brother skipped classes, he wanted to tag along, but, for some reason, his sister always caught him out. Just him.
Spencer had never graduated at that high school. In the end he had gotten himself kicked out and sent to a high school in another town. He often wondered what his life might have been like if he had stayed in that school. It wasn't as if they would have let him back into the high school after they threw him out.
It was his brothers who got him started on the crime scene, but Courtney had always talked him out of doing all the stupid things that could have got him sent down. Then, Cheyenne left and he had no one to stop him. He often put the blame on Cheyenne, but it wasn't her fault at all. It wasn't as if she had wanted to move away, she had fought he parents for her to stay put. Being only fifteen at the time, it didn't do much.
"My life." Spencer muttered to himself. His life had been much better since high school finished nearly two years previous. College life was better for Spencer, he was a freeman. No one told him what to do and he could argue the hell out of his room mate all the time.
The next page held the memories of inside the house. Spencer could remember looking out the back door and seeing his back garden, that he and Cheyenne had nicknamed the jungle. They would always play their adventure games in the jungle, pretending to be explorers. But it was just kid stuff, nothing that really mattered to Spencer.
Sitting, with his photo album spread on the bedroom floor, helped Spencer. He understood what he had left behind when he decided to grow up. He knew he had to let everything go, it was the past. He had to say goodbye, no matter how hard it was for him, he had to say it.
The next photo was of Spencer running out the front door, trying to catch the bus on time. He could remember every morning he would wake up late and rush to catch the bus to be with Cheyenne. They really had been inseparable at the time.
Turning the page, there were photo's of Spencer and Cheyenne all over the place. They were in his house, in her house, down the park, at school. There were pictures of them all over town. It brought a smile to Spencer's face as he looked back on his past with Cheyenne. It had been so hard for him to say goodbye to her. It was the hardest thing he had ever done. And he always regretted doing it.
The old arcade. That was their hang out when they were younger. Every dollar they could get their hands on was blown there. Cheyenne, nor Spencer, ever won anything, but they enjoyed the time they spent together. The cops, Spencer's parents, hated them handing out at the arcade. Apparently it was known for people to take drugs there. It was a good thing Cheyenne's parents didn't know.
Recently on the news, Spencer had heard how someone burnt it down. All his precious memories of that place were gone. He only had the photographs to remember it by.
One of the photo's was of Spencer and Cheyenne sitting in the back of a red pick-up truck. It had been Spencer's oldest brother's first veichle. The two kids had spent hours sitting in the back, the radio blasting on high. Spencer and Cheyenne had sang to every song they knew, dancing around like the little kids they were.
The two had made plans to become a duo when they grew up and perform all over the world. They wanted to be able to perform to a real audience, not just the steering wheel like they used to. They had always stuck by that plan, right up until high school, where Cheyenne decided it was just a childish fantasy.
Spencer turned over to the next page, he was back at middle school. The class photograph was the first one to catch his eye. He recognized everybody from his class. Him and Cheyenne were standing dead center in the front row. Ryan was to the side of Spencer and Lily to the side of Cheyenne. Ryan and Lily had been their best friends, beside each other.
It was the girl standing behind Spencer that had attracted him to the picture; Janette. She had been his first kiss. Spencer had only kissed her to make Cheyenne jealous, it had worked. However, he was still nervous about the kiss. It was his first, after all. He would have missed Janette's lips if she hadn't had her hands on his face.
When we got to high school, Janette had turned into the school slut. She had a different guy each week, but Spencer would always see her as his first kiss, even when he developed his crush on Cheyenne.
"That's an old face." Spencer mumbled. He hadn't seen Janette in years. The two had never spoken after the kiss. They went their separate ways after high school and never looked back at each other.
Over the page were pictures of Spencer and his family. There was actually a picture of Spencer and his sister sticking all the photo's in the album when they were younger.
"Ivy..."He whispered, sorrow in his voice. Spencer hadn't seen his sister since he was fifteen, she left the same time as Courtney had. Ivy had moved to California to start fresh, away from her family. However, she left behind her hurt youngest brother in the process. Spencer and Ivy had always been close, but she had decided she wanted to get away from everything and start her life all over again, this time with no mistakes.
Spencer could still remember when he was little and Ivy would walk through the front door after school, he would run over to her and hug her legs because that's all he could reach when he was three. There was an eleven year gap between the two, but that never stopped them from being so close. They were a close knit family.
When Ivy had left, along with Cheyenne, Spencer cried. He actually cried because he had lost his two bestest friends, leaving him all alone in the world. No one wanted him, no one wanted the little boy who wasn't worth the trouble he caused. Saying goodbye was the hardest thing Spencer had ever done.
Spencer was starting to miss his old life. Looking through the photo album had sparked some memories that Spencer had wanted to keep locked away. The town Spencer had grown up in had long changed and he'd moved away, but he wanted it to stay the same, the way it always had been.
He missed all the people he had grown up with. Everyone from his school, his neighbourhood, he wanted them all back. He wished he hadn't moved away for college, he wanted to have stayed in his old town. Saying goodbye to everything and everyone was hard, but he finally understood why Ivy and Cheyenne never returned. The world outside that small town was an amazing one, one he didn't want to leave.
Spencer smiled. He saw underneath the caption 'If I could relive those days...'.
"If I could relive those days I know the one thing that would never change." He told himself.
Spencer would never give up the memories of the jungle. He would never let Cheyenne slip from his mind, she would always stay there. Ivy would still be his favorite sibling, she would stay on his mind, beside Cheyenne. The photo album, spread on the bedroom floor, had shown Spencer how much he had missed out on by forgetting everything from his childhood and from his past. When Spencer said goodbye to his two favorite girls, it was hard, but he knew it was time to say it. Goodbye.
All the memories of the town, of his family, they would stay with him. The only thing that meant more to him than family was Cheyenne, but he had always counted her as family, anyway. All the times that Ivy and Cheyenne had walked through that front door, it was amazing how he remembered all the times.
Spencer shut the book and reopened the box. He placed the photo album inside and smiled as he locked away the memories. He took one last look at the photo of him and Cheyenne, laughing as the memories filled his mind again.
"I love you." He said to the photo, placing the lid back on the box.
"Who are you talking to?" Spencer jumped to his feet at the sound of anothers voice.
"Uh...no one, babe." He said, turning to his girlfriend in the doorway. She had pale skin and golden hair, her blue eyes shone against the dim light in Spencer's bedroom.
"Really? Because it sounded like you were telling someone you loved them." She teased. She knew Spencer had been talking to the photograph, she had been watching him for the past ten minutes.
"Cheyenne, Princess, you know I love you and only you." He told her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her closer to him.
"I love you, too." She planted a gentle kiss on his lips. The two may not have kept in contact after she moved, but Cheyenne had ended up in the same college as Spencer. It was a happily ever after, after all.
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By the end of it he was wiped of all energy. He couldn't even get up off the floor and climb into bed, so he just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. He turned closed his eyes and flopped his head to the side, screwing his face him as a fowl smell hit his nostrils.
"What is that?" He asked himself. He turned himself on his stomach and moved under his bed, the only place he hadn't cleaned. He found a moldy sandwich that he had lost about six months ago, still sitting under his bed. "That's disgusting!" Spencer gagged, pushing the plate out the other side of the bed, trying not to get too close to it.
Spencer tried to wiggle his way out from under his bed, but a white shoe box caught his eyes; Memories was written in black marker on the side and Spencer found himself smiling. The box contained all of Spencer's most precious childhood memories. He had totally forgotten about the box until that moment. He pulled the box out from under his bed and took off the lid. Spencer shuffled through the box, finding old bits and bobs from his past.
Right at the bottom was a photo album. He pulled it out and layed it on the floor. Just as he was picking the lid up to put it back on the box, he noticed the photograph taped the inside; Spencer and a girl when they were about seven. The girl had long blonde hair that complimented her pale skin. Her crystal blue eyes and perfect smile were lighting up the park they were in. The two were sitting on what looked to be red railings, both happy and smiling.
"Cheyenne." Spencer breathed out, stroking the picture with his finger. He started laughing at himself, it was just the picture. Every time he saw it, he would laugh. It was the memory of that day at the park. It was when Spencer had grazed his knee and Cheyenne had played doctors and nurses with him until he was better. When the two were younger, they were inseparable. They did everything together.
Looking closer at the photograph, Spencer could see the redness in Cheyenne's eyes. He then remembered the reason they were at the park; to cheer Cheyenne up. Her parents had been arguing for weeks, so Spencer's older sister took the two of them to the park. Next, Spencer noticed the golden mop of fur next to his leg, it was his pet Lab, Sunshine. He took the thing everywhere with him.
That photo held amazing memories of Cheyenne. Spencer and Cheyenne had been best friends since the time they met, to the time Cheyenne moved in Sophomore year of High School. They had never kept in contact when she moved. But Spencer had thought about Cheyenne often, then, after a while, she just seemed to slip away. Cheyenne was nothing but a memory.
Placing the lid back on the box, Spencer opened up the photo album. On the very first two pages were photo's from the town Spencer had grown up in. It was a very scruffy place, not safe for kids at all, but he had managed. The streets were rough and he made it his mission to protect his best friend against it all, and he had till the end.
"Look at that dump." Spencer whispered to himself. He knew the people who lived there when he had were slobs, but, now, the people who lived there had done it all up. The lawn's had been trimmed, the houses painted and the mailboxes weren't crooked. The whole town had look decent by the time Spencer had left for college. Back when Spencer was a child, he never realized what he had been missing out on, it was all normal for him to grow up in a scruffy place like that.
The last picture on that page was of Spencer and his siblings outside their house. Spencer, the youngest in the family, was lying across the overgrown weeds in the garden. His three older brothers were leaning against the wall and his sister was sitting by their feet, with her legs on top of Spencer's.
Spencer reminisced on all the times he had tried sneaking out of that second floor. It hadn't been easy. The window had nothing directly below it to jump onto, so he had to climb across the ledge till he was above the door, and jump onto the garden wall, then onto the floor. Every time he did it, he feel off the wall when he'd landed, hurting himself before his night had even began.
Spencer turned the page over and the next two pages were filled with school memories. Spencer instantly pointed out his high school. He'd never wanted to go and always protested to his parents. When his brother skipped classes, he wanted to tag along, but, for some reason, his sister always caught him out. Just him.
Spencer had never graduated at that high school. In the end he had gotten himself kicked out and sent to a high school in another town. He often wondered what his life might have been like if he had stayed in that school. It wasn't as if they would have let him back into the high school after they threw him out.
It was his brothers who got him started on the crime scene, but Courtney had always talked him out of doing all the stupid things that could have got him sent down. Then, Cheyenne left and he had no one to stop him. He often put the blame on Cheyenne, but it wasn't her fault at all. It wasn't as if she had wanted to move away, she had fought he parents for her to stay put. Being only fifteen at the time, it didn't do much.
"My life." Spencer muttered to himself. His life had been much better since high school finished nearly two years previous. College life was better for Spencer, he was a freeman. No one told him what to do and he could argue the hell out of his room mate all the time.
The next page held the memories of inside the house. Spencer could remember looking out the back door and seeing his back garden, that he and Cheyenne had nicknamed the jungle. They would always play their adventure games in the jungle, pretending to be explorers. But it was just kid stuff, nothing that really mattered to Spencer.
Sitting, with his photo album spread on the bedroom floor, helped Spencer. He understood what he had left behind when he decided to grow up. He knew he had to let everything go, it was the past. He had to say goodbye, no matter how hard it was for him, he had to say it.
The next photo was of Spencer running out the front door, trying to catch the bus on time. He could remember every morning he would wake up late and rush to catch the bus to be with Cheyenne. They really had been inseparable at the time.
Turning the page, there were photo's of Spencer and Cheyenne all over the place. They were in his house, in her house, down the park, at school. There were pictures of them all over town. It brought a smile to Spencer's face as he looked back on his past with Cheyenne. It had been so hard for him to say goodbye to her. It was the hardest thing he had ever done. And he always regretted doing it.
The old arcade. That was their hang out when they were younger. Every dollar they could get their hands on was blown there. Cheyenne, nor Spencer, ever won anything, but they enjoyed the time they spent together. The cops, Spencer's parents, hated them handing out at the arcade. Apparently it was known for people to take drugs there. It was a good thing Cheyenne's parents didn't know.
Recently on the news, Spencer had heard how someone burnt it down. All his precious memories of that place were gone. He only had the photographs to remember it by.
One of the photo's was of Spencer and Cheyenne sitting in the back of a red pick-up truck. It had been Spencer's oldest brother's first veichle. The two kids had spent hours sitting in the back, the radio blasting on high. Spencer and Cheyenne had sang to every song they knew, dancing around like the little kids they were.
The two had made plans to become a duo when they grew up and perform all over the world. They wanted to be able to perform to a real audience, not just the steering wheel like they used to. They had always stuck by that plan, right up until high school, where Cheyenne decided it was just a childish fantasy.
Spencer turned over to the next page, he was back at middle school. The class photograph was the first one to catch his eye. He recognized everybody from his class. Him and Cheyenne were standing dead center in the front row. Ryan was to the side of Spencer and Lily to the side of Cheyenne. Ryan and Lily had been their best friends, beside each other.
It was the girl standing behind Spencer that had attracted him to the picture; Janette. She had been his first kiss. Spencer had only kissed her to make Cheyenne jealous, it had worked. However, he was still nervous about the kiss. It was his first, after all. He would have missed Janette's lips if she hadn't had her hands on his face.
When we got to high school, Janette had turned into the school slut. She had a different guy each week, but Spencer would always see her as his first kiss, even when he developed his crush on Cheyenne.
"That's an old face." Spencer mumbled. He hadn't seen Janette in years. The two had never spoken after the kiss. They went their separate ways after high school and never looked back at each other.
Over the page were pictures of Spencer and his family. There was actually a picture of Spencer and his sister sticking all the photo's in the album when they were younger.
"Ivy..."He whispered, sorrow in his voice. Spencer hadn't seen his sister since he was fifteen, she left the same time as Courtney had. Ivy had moved to California to start fresh, away from her family. However, she left behind her hurt youngest brother in the process. Spencer and Ivy had always been close, but she had decided she wanted to get away from everything and start her life all over again, this time with no mistakes.
Spencer could still remember when he was little and Ivy would walk through the front door after school, he would run over to her and hug her legs because that's all he could reach when he was three. There was an eleven year gap between the two, but that never stopped them from being so close. They were a close knit family.
When Ivy had left, along with Cheyenne, Spencer cried. He actually cried because he had lost his two bestest friends, leaving him all alone in the world. No one wanted him, no one wanted the little boy who wasn't worth the trouble he caused. Saying goodbye was the hardest thing Spencer had ever done.
Spencer was starting to miss his old life. Looking through the photo album had sparked some memories that Spencer had wanted to keep locked away. The town Spencer had grown up in had long changed and he'd moved away, but he wanted it to stay the same, the way it always had been.
He missed all the people he had grown up with. Everyone from his school, his neighbourhood, he wanted them all back. He wished he hadn't moved away for college, he wanted to have stayed in his old town. Saying goodbye to everything and everyone was hard, but he finally understood why Ivy and Cheyenne never returned. The world outside that small town was an amazing one, one he didn't want to leave.
Spencer smiled. He saw underneath the caption 'If I could relive those days...'.
"If I could relive those days I know the one thing that would never change." He told himself.
Spencer would never give up the memories of the jungle. He would never let Cheyenne slip from his mind, she would always stay there. Ivy would still be his favorite sibling, she would stay on his mind, beside Cheyenne. The photo album, spread on the bedroom floor, had shown Spencer how much he had missed out on by forgetting everything from his childhood and from his past. When Spencer said goodbye to his two favorite girls, it was hard, but he knew it was time to say it. Goodbye.
All the memories of the town, of his family, they would stay with him. The only thing that meant more to him than family was Cheyenne, but he had always counted her as family, anyway. All the times that Ivy and Cheyenne had walked through that front door, it was amazing how he remembered all the times.
Spencer shut the book and reopened the box. He placed the photo album inside and smiled as he locked away the memories. He took one last look at the photo of him and Cheyenne, laughing as the memories filled his mind again.
"I love you." He said to the photo, placing the lid back on the box.
"Who are you talking to?" Spencer jumped to his feet at the sound of anothers voice.
"Uh...no one, babe." He said, turning to his girlfriend in the doorway. She had pale skin and golden hair, her blue eyes shone against the dim light in Spencer's bedroom.
"Really? Because it sounded like you were telling someone you loved them." She teased. She knew Spencer had been talking to the photograph, she had been watching him for the past ten minutes.
"Cheyenne, Princess, you know I love you and only you." He told her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her closer to him.
"I love you, too." She planted a gentle kiss on his lips. The two may not have kept in contact after she moved, but Cheyenne had ended up in the same college as Spencer. It was a happily ever after, after all.
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