Did you forget that I was even alive?

Did you forget everything we ever had?

Did you forget? Did you forget, about me?

-Demi Lovato

"There you are honey. All of your stuff are inside the boxes and the truck will be here tomorrow with the rest," spoke a middle aged woman with British accent, to the black haired boy who was facing away from her, fascinated by what he was looking out of the window. He seemed too distracted by what he was watching that she was sure he did not even hear what she said. What could he be looking at? Ahh perhaps, he was trying to see the person blamed of the cause of this blasting music coming from next door.

"Josh!"

Startled, the black haired boy turned around and looked at the petite woman. With what seemed like a forced smile, he replied with the same -but slight- accent, "I got it mom. You should head back. I'm sure the old man already misses you. Wouldn't want you to miss your flight back home." He was not sure what his mom told or asked him but she didn't need to know that.

The woman sniffed and wiped away a few tears that started to well up in the corners of her blue eyes. Her son was growing up so fast. How could she just leave him here alone like this and go back to UK? He was still just 17. But what could she do? This was her last chance on helping her baby. "Yes, I should go. The cab is outside, waiting for me," she said reluctantly and continued, "But promise me you will be good. You have one more day till you start school. I do not want you skipping school or making poor choices when making new friends. Ohh and you can go shopping tomorrow if you wa-"

"MOM! Seriously, I got it. I am a man now, I can take care of myself," the boy cut his mother before she went in to hysterics. She had been like this ever since he told his parent that he wanted to study his last year of high school in this town. He heard from his parents that they once lived around this part of the city in this country. He wanted to get away from England. Sure it was a beautiful country, his home, but that didn't stop him from feeling suffocated and not belonging there. So, when his parents mentioned in one of their conversations that they used to live in Canada, he knew this was his opportunity to get away and start fresh.

Josh walked his mom outside. Once outside, the woman turned around and hugged the boy tightly. He was not sure why his mother was this opposed to the idea of him living here but he held her just as tightly, perhaps to reassure her that this was not a bad idea. He loved his mom, he really did, and seeing her this sad broke his heart. But he couldn't back down. He needed to stick to his decision if he wanted a new start.

"Bye baby. Take care of yourself for me. Your dad and I love you. Whatever happens, always call us. We will always be there for you when you need us," stated the petite woman, kissing her baby's cheek one more time before stepping inside the cab and disappear into the darkness of the streets.

Josh looked at his watch and saw that it was already past midnight. He turned around to go inside but stopped to look at the house next door, his neighbours. Clearly, they were having a party of sorts. The loud music could be heard almost out of the city he was sure. He sighed. He hated parties. And to think he was looking forward to get some rest and have a peaceful sleep before he had to organize his house tomorrow. It was obvious he was not getting any sleep. He hoped his neighbours weren't people who liked to party a lot and that this was just an every once in a long time event, emphasis on the long. He went inside his room and turned on the lights. After making his bed look somewhat comfortable, he opened his suitcase and took out a book. Might as well do some reading if I'm not getting any sleep he thought before going to close his window. Sure it was summer but he didn't want to risk getting robbed by some thief.

Just as he was closing the window, something made him stop. He stepped closer to get a good look at what he saw. His window was looking towards his neighbours' backyard. He clearly saw it now. It was a girl, a very nice looking girl in white knee length summer dress. She was sitting on stairs that led to a terrace. He face was covered by her hands and she was shaking. Was she crying? There was nobody with her. But weren't they having a party? Why does she look so upset then? Perhaps something had gone wrong and she needed a space. "And why exactly do I care?" He asked himself out loud, shaking his head, and closed the window with one last look at the crying girl. He put his book down, no longer wanting to read it, turned off the lights and jumped on his bed. He felt like there was something he forgot to do but pushed the thought away, slowly drifting into sleep.

Rosemary's POV!

What was I thinking? Was Rosemary's thought after the whole exhausting day. It was her seventeenth birthday today. Despite the long protests, her two best friends Mia and Tyler still went and threw her this party. She hated parties, especially birthday ones. Ever since what happened on her tenth birthday, she came to despise them. They were never her thing. But at the same time, she didn't want to burst her best friends' excitement and accepted. She promised them that she was going to have fun this time.

But then, why was she crying outside on the stairs of her terrace alone? Why were the tears kept pouring out of her beautiful emerald green eyes? What was the reason behind her misery? Ohh yeah, it was her own stupidity. How could she expect this year to be any different than the last seven ones? It was over. She needed to get over it. The guy went and disappeared. Seven flipping years had passed. She wasn't a little girl any more But why did her heart hurt so much? Why was she feeling like she was getting suffocated?

She couldn't believe it. Seven year. Seven freaking years had passed since he, her AJ left the city. The guy, who had been her best friend since Pre-K, the guy, who she fell in love with in grade three, when he kissed her at their school's BBQ party, the guy, who's wish at his own birthday was to be her husband in the future, the guy who promised to call, e-mail, and send letters to her every day when he left the city seven years ago. And the same guy, who forgot about her and not even one day kept his promise since he left. So yeah, like she thought, why should this year be any different right?

AN: Hey! *Waves hand :) So I'm back with this chapter. I know it is not that long but I wanted to give you something to start the drama. ;) I hope you all like it. It will get interesting, I promise. Now that I'm done with my finals, I will try to update as fast as I can. I hope you be patient with me because this is my fist attempt to writing a long story and English is my second language so, it may have grammatical problems. Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing. I really appreciate it. Anyway, please review and let me know what you think. :) x