~~~History~~~

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Serena's POV

"I wish you would stop calling me stupid that really bothers me," He replied. "We are older and wiser now. If you keep calling me like that, others will too."

"Huh? "I exclaimed baffled."Where did that come from?"

He just stared at me and responded, "Will you stop?"

"Since when do you feel bothered when I call you an idiot?" I spoke bewildered and feeling a little insulted. "You know that I don't mean it literally."

"Yeah, I know." He returned. "Just, I think its a bit childish. To call me that and so often."

"Childish?" I exclaimed, stopping in front of the door. "Gary calls you 'Ashy-boy' and you find me calling you an 'idiot' childish?!"

"Calm down," He paused and turned to face me, by standing in front of me." don't get so offended so quickly."

"I'm offended because you call me a child," I remarked. "Don't act like you don't know that I do."

"Well, I thought that your attitude changed since then."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"You're treating me as if I am 12 again."

"I certainly am not!" I motioned my hands towards him. "I'm not a fool to see that you and I are obviously older than 12."

"Then-"

"Besides you were the one who bought me a "Happy meal'," I interrupted. "which is designed for kids, you could just buy me a hamburger but no! You, mister, thought it is fun to bring me a 'kids meal', you are also treating me as a child, so HA."

"Because you are treating me like one," He argued weakly. "You even just admitted it."

"Okay, "I admitted. "I might be unconsciously treating you as a child. But that is probably because I don't know any better. How else am I supposed to approach you, huh?"

"Hmm, let me think, I don't know, "He contemplated as if he doesn't know the obvious answer to my question. "Like an adult."

"Why are we even arguing about this?"

"Because it feels like you are constantly acting fake when you are with me!" He raised his voice, clearly getting annoyed. But besides that, his words sounded genuine and desperate. It pained me."One moment you're smiling and then suddenly in a snap, you frown. Like how? I don't understand. It's like I don't even know you anymore."

"You don't know me anymore or you mean you forgot about me?" I blurted out, which stunned him.

"Forgot?" He grumbled and I saw his jaw tense. His eyes covered by the shadow of his hair.

His words hurt me, more than it should. But it is true because even I can't recognize him anymore. The happy and innocent time since we saw each other again felt surreal. It felt like a play, a show or even a replay of a distant memory.

I felt angry, agitated but overall just sad and frightened. Because maybe this moment could determine that the boy I have been wishing to see again for years, is actually just an unrealistic fantasy. That not only me but maybe he also has been holding on to.

He was silent, did I made him cry? Did I make him feel hurt by my words? Is it wrong for me to want him to? So he will stay, he will say that we could still be like we were in the past, that we are just being silly? And that we could just move on? He will be the one to say sorry instead of me.

It is not worth it if it isn't real.

"You know, nevermind," I mumbled and walked past him. "Nevermind all of this."

"Oh no," He laughed and with a powerful jerk on my elbow, he pulled me back.

"Hey! Knock it off!" With another tug with the same force, he pulled me aside and pulled me closer. When he turned me to face him there was no trace of sadness, not in his eyes or in track marks on his reddening face. His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. He is not just mad but furious with rage.

"Did you even listen to me?!" He roared, drawing the attention of some people. "When I said that you weren't anywhere to be found. When I said that nobody was home, that you didn't answer my phone calls. That I looked everywhere and asked everyone for you and your mom. That I was losing my goddamn mind because I couldn't find you, huh?!"

"A-"

"Did you listen?!" I flinched of his volume and partly because he spat on my face.

"Ash, you are drawing attention," I whispered, not answering his question and turning my head to the small group of people who are casually trying to ignore but also listen to our conversation. Or argument, whatever it is?

Maybe I didn't listen, maybe my stubborn-self refused to listen while he was telling me it was my fault that I caused this mess. That only I am the one to blame. But even that I refuse to answer.

"Fuck them." He whispered with a raw edge. Still holding onto my elbow, he dragged me outside

"Slow down," I warned him, he is walking so fast that I couldn't keep up with him. While trying to hold onto my sports bag that is on the point to fall off my shoulder.

"Forgot you? How the fuck do you come up with that?" He mumbled. "One moment you are all innocent and hurt and suddenly you come all out at me and even in fucking public!"

I sighed in complete exhaustion and decided to lose this battle. "I'm sor-"

"No, don't say you're sorry when you don't even mean it." He stopped me for apologizing. " If you don't even mean it, then you are nothing but a bad friend wh-."

"I'm a bad friend!?" I raged at him. " You yelled at me, ditched me, never told anyone about me, you acted like a freaking jerk to me after I helped you when you were drunk, barged into my house, didn't talk to me for days because you weren't getting your way! Well, screw you, Ash for being a bad friend!"

"You are right why would I apologize for everything that we caused together." I swallowed."Why am I the only one who has to say sorry of the shit we both caused?!"

"You started it by leaving-"

"Oh really mature, Ash!" I barked at him. "Put the balming finger one me! Me, Serena Yvonne, screwed up big time by leaving, I get it! But I thought you were dea-"

"Ugh, here we go again." He growled." the 'you-were-dead' excuse, 'I was all-alone'..."

He started mocking me, going in my face practically accusing me form lies. Hurting me. A lot.

I don't know what happened next, but I slapped him. I slapped him hard.

He stayed silent keeping his head frozen as if he stopped moving the moment my hand hit his cheek. His eyes were wide and blank. His mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish with no sound coming out, before keeping it shut completely. I looked at him staring directly at the mark on his face from the impact.

"Excuse?!" I yelled at him, barely noticing the fact that I was openly crying."Do you know how much I have suffered because of you and my mom?! I cried every day because I was so goddamn lonely-"

He chuckled and he didn't let me finish before saying, "Bullshit."

I didn't speak a word after that, because the only thing that might come out after would be a scream of desperation and frustration, only that.

"Oh shit." He muttered before letting go of my arm. "Act like you don't know me."

"Wha-" I choked out and all of a sudden there was a crowd full of people standing in front of the entrance.

"Because it is easy for me to do, right?" He adjusted his cap, not even looking at me."Because I forgot you, right?"

He went into the crowd and left me alone.

"Who are you fighting with?" paparazzi.

"What?" He answered. "Nobody."

Then this might be the end.

History stays history.