|The Unforgettable Notion of Love
Author: charminglyxquirky PM
"Gavin, you hear her? Seven year, she says." He laughed some more before turning back to Sylvia. "Let me tell you what, for the past seven years, this guy right here, didn't stop thinking about you. Not once."Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,602 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 04-02-12 - Published: 03-30-12 - id: 3009528
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Hello there! Charminglyxquirky here, with a shout out to Lucifers angel 666 and HungerInHerEyes! Thank you both so much for your review! Actually, Lucifers angel 666, if you read this previously, forget what I said! About your guess, yes. She does have a certain form of it and some of her memories are repressed. Although that is about to change soon! :)
After 2 hours of non-stop buffing and polishing, all Sylvia wanted was a bucket of low fat butter pecan ice cream and a fan blasting in her face. Her body stung after all the waxing and her head hurt after racking her mind for exactly who Gavin was. Gavin. Gavin. Gavin. So familiar but so difficult to remember.
She sighed in annoyance. As she tried on several different dresses, she wondered if she could possibly feign illness and just stay home. Probably not. Her mother would catch her in lie in an instant. Sylvia gave one more twirl and decided upon the black lacy Tadashi dress that she wore to Debbie's party two years ago. She struggled to pull up the zipper and wondered if it was a good choice for a dinner party. Before she could take it off, her mother burst through the door and started squealing.
"Oh Sylvia, darling, that dress is gorgeous on you. You absolutely must wear that tonight. I love it. Absolutely stunning."
Deborah Platt, Sylvia's mother, was forty seven but didn't look a day over twenty five. She was wearing a silky gray gown and had a gorgeous diamond flower bracelet on her wrist. Long blonde locks and a fit body with all her kick boxing classes, she could easily pass as Sylvia's older sister. With her looks, it wasn't a mystery why she managed to snag the fourth richest man in America, Jonathan Oaks, or as Sylvia lovingly calls him, boyfriend number nine. After her father's death, Deborah had been in a set number of flings and every time it would end up in tears with Sylvia comforting her through the phone. Sylvia couldn't stand her mother's constant cycle of broken relationships, but this time, she insisted he was the one and Sylvia came all the way from New York to make sure that he would stay that way. Even though her mother drove her insane, Sylvia loved her to death and didn't want any harm to befall her easily broken mother.
Deborah zipped towards Sylvia and trilled excitedly, "Oh! Let me help you with that dear." She gingerly held the small black zipper and pulled it up, "Oh my, quite tight isn't it! No matter, no matter, absolutely flattering and it's always good to go one size smaller!" Sylvia winced as the dress managed to get tighter and tighter. "There! Done! Oh look at you, if I had your body I'd wear something like this daily!" Sylvia rolled her eyes at her mother's antics, she knew her mom had a better body than her as tragic as that sounds.
Sylvia looked at the mirror and liked what she saw. Sure the dress was unbelievably tight, but it showed off her curves and made her waist look tiny. The one shoulder sleeve bared just the right amount of skin and the dress trailed across the floor making her tall frame look even willowier. She put on a pair of strappy black heels and walked carefully out the door, making sure not to step on the fragile material of the dress. Jonathan was waiting for them at the foot of the stairs and beamed at them.
"Why, Sylvia, I didn't know you had a sister!"
Her mom blushed at the compliment as she walked down the stairs. "Oh quiet darling, I look ages older than Sylvia."
"Nonsense. You look like you just stepped out of college." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek as lovingly held her. Her mother giggled and Sylvia almost gagged. Those two were disgustingly lovey dovey. However, Sylvia couldn't hate them. As annoyingly fond they could be of each other, Sylvia was glad her mother was happy. Hopefully, this happiness can last.
After a five minute drive, the family finally arrived. Fairy lights were strung on trees and the faint sound of jazz could be heard. As they walked up the cobblestone steps, Sylvia paused to fix the pin in her hair and apply a bit more of lipstick. Perfect. With ginger steps, Sylvia trailed behind her mom and entered the country club.
They were immediately ushered to a table by a waiter and she could already see the ladies eyeing her dress and her hair. Then they quickly rose up and each gave a quick hug to Deborah. Then a sweet looking lady with dark hair piped up and said, "Why Deborah! Is this really Sylvia? She grew beautifully! Absolute stunner like you."
Deborah beamed in happiness. "Oh nonsense Clementine! Thank you though." She then turned to Sylvia and pulled her in closer. "Sylvia, this is Clementine, do you remember her?"
Sylvia smiled graciously but gave a slight shake and mentally shot herself. How come everyone was asking if she remembered them? Clementine laughed, "Well, no surprise there dear! It has been seven years! By any chance, do you remember Gavin?"
Sylvia slightly jolted when she heard that name. "Gavin?"
Clementine nodded vigorously. "Yes, Gavin, my son! You used to be such good friends with him. Helped him out when we moved into town."
Sylvia nearly doubled over. Everyone was connected in this town. "Sorry, I don't really remember him." She didn't mention that she saw him earlier in the day.
Clementine nodded but looked a bit disappointed, "Well, perhaps you'll recognize him when you see him! He's here right now, somewhere." Clementine looked around a bit before turning back to Sylvia. "Sorry, he's probably out with his friends somewhere. Speaking of friends, Lillian is here! She was asking about you!"
Lillian! Now that was a name I remember. Sylvia smiled largely. Lillian Vanderbilt was Sylvia's best friend from pre-school all the way till she moved to New York. That was the person she did everything together with, although she couldn't exactly recall what they did together.
"Really, where is she?"
"Probably out in the courtyard, dear! And if Gavin is there too, please tell him to come in! The food is about to be served."
Sylvia thanked Clementine graciously and excused herself. She walked through the glass doors out into the cool, dark veranda and walked down the stairs. She saw a group of people sitting around a table and walked towards them.
"Sorry, is Lillian here?"
They turned and Sylvia saw familiar faces. They obviously felt the same way since they started squealing, "Sylvia!"
Sylvia started laughing as she recalled their names. "Oh my God, Jasmine! Shelby! Allison!" They gave her back breaking hugs and Sylvia had a flood of memories of good times together. Oh, the times when they played four square together, and directed the school play, and crashed the middle school dance party. She couldn't believe it and they looked amazingly similar to back when they did 8 years ago.
"You're not going to scream my name?" An icy, pretty voice called out. Sylvia looked at the girl who was sitting cross legged on the brick lining. She had straight blonde hair and was looking at her with an amused smile. Then she let out a sigh and rose up showing off her scantily clad figure. "It's me, Lillian."
Sylvia nearly doubled over. This was Lillian? Gone were the braces, the knotted, frizzy hair, and the chubby body. Instead, stood a slutty yet gorgeous goddess with confidence to kill. This wasn't how she remembered her at all.
Sylvia quickly collected herself and gave a huge smile. "Oh my God, Lillian. I just couldn't recognize you! You look so gorgeous!" She leaned forward for a hug. Lillian smiled and hugged her. "Thanks sweetie. Can't say the same about you." Sylvia eyed her weirdly.
"Just kidding bitch!" Lillian said lightly.
Sylvia laughed. Wow. She changed. Back then she couldn't even butt without turning beet red.
"Well, so great to see you guys. But I gotta find someone. So see you."
"We'll help you," said Shelby perkily. "Who're you looking for?" Sylvia gave a small smile. Of course Shelby would offer, she was the nicest girl at school back then.
"Gavin. Gavin Chambers?"
All the girls looked at her shocked. "Gavin, as in Gavin the super hot douche who's a major player and had all the girls at the school and dumps them in three days flat, that Gavin? Why're you looking for him?"
Sylvia opened her mouth but nothing came out. Douche? Player? He didn't seem like it last time she saw him. Really sweet in fact.
"Well, I heard he was a really good friend of mine."
"Yeah, like when you were eight." Jasmine said piqued. "He's totally different now. Not the sweet boy who followed you around like a puppy anymore."
Sylvia's eyes widened when she said this. "He followed me around like a puppy?"
Allison giggled. "Yeah, you don't remember? He was like totally in love with you back then. Like, ever since you talked to him."
Sylvia had a sudden flashback.
10 years ago
Emma and Taylor had gone home an hour ago and Sylvia was now waddling around in the inflatable pool admiring her nails. Her mother had painted them a bright pink color and drawn small white flowers on them. Underwater, the colors seemed much more vibrant and Sylvia watched the color change as she dipped her finger back and forth into the water. That's what she first saw him.
The backyard door was wide open so that her friends could come and go easily, and there he stood, few feet away from the entrance. He was watching her and when he realized that she noticed him, the large green bowl in his hand clattered on the floor. He hastily bent down to pick up the dropped goods. Sylva gave out a little giggle at his awkwardness and quickly slid out of the pool and ran towards him. Bending down she picked up what he dropped. Oranges. Her hand reached for one when his hand brushed against her as he reached for the same one. He jolted and quickly snapped it back. Sylvia looked up to see his face inches away. He was a bright red color and she stifled a laugh.
"Oh my goodness! Gavin, how could you?" Sylvia and Gavin's head turned to see a kind looking middle aged lady quickly walk towards them. She had a concerned look on her face and Sylvia realized that she was his mother. "Gavin, look at what you did!" She scolded as she brushed off the dirt on the oranges. She then turned to Sylvia with a warm smile on her face.
"Thank you for helping him. Do you live her by any chance?"
"Well, isn't that just wonderful! My name is Clementine, and this is Gavin. We're going to be your neighbors from now on. I hope you'll be good friends with him."
Sylvia gave another nod before turning back to Gavin. Gavin. What a funny name. Sylvia gave out a little giggle. "Nice to meet you Gavin. My name's Sylvia. Sylvia Platt." She extended her hand. He remained behind his mom and she gave out a little laugh. "Say hello Gavin." He remained behind her.
"I'm sorry Sylvia, he's just very shy."
Sylvia gave a little shake of her head. "It's fine." With that, she grabbed Gavin's hand and shook it herself. So warm.
With a smile, she said, "I like you already. I can tell we're gonna be good friends."
For a second, it was as if they were the only two there.
Clementine laughed at the forwardness of the little girl before fondly bringing Gavin close to her.
"That would be great. I'm sure Gavin would love to have a friend like you. Is your mother home?"
Sylvia nodded and pointed to the house, "just ring the doorbell and she'll be right out."
"Alright then, see you later Sylvia."
Sylvia gave a little wave and took Gavin by the hand. Giggling excitedly, she pulled him towards her backyard, "Come on, let's play in the pool while they talk."
The bemused Gavin silently followed but he basked in the warmth that radiated off of her. She really is like a mermaid he thought.
"Oh my God, there he is. Look at who he's with."
Sylvia jolted off from a trip to her past and turned around to see Gavin with the same bemused expression she saw years ago.
Sylvia rolled her eyes at Benny's little cry but quickly narrowed her eyes when she saw who he was with.
How'd you guys like it? A little dry I suppose. This chapter is mainly a character and setting introduction based thing, so it doesn't have too much going on. Just enough to see where everyone is coming from. I can guarantee that that's gonna change in the upcoming chapters. Hope you'll stick through! Xoxo, Charminglyxquirky