"Forget-me-nots" by: Cerise Donovan


You can go wherever you want. In the end, you'll always come back to those who are really meant for you.

April 2, 20xx

"It'd be fine with me if you forget me. It'd be better that way. Continue on with your new life without me."

I never pondered much on why you chose to end every bit of our friendship. Sure, I was rough on the edges and all, but I thought we were best friends? I guess it was all a dream, or even a nightmare of the past. I've already forgotten about you, until I received that little clump of forget-me-nots with a note in written in your scrawny handwriting. How you got it in my locker was a mystery. Written there were six piercing words I have longed to see, but I never expected to see:

I never stopped thinking about you. – K.

K. K for Keith. I tried to forget. I followed what you wanted me to do. Why? It's because I loved you, and I wanted you to be happy. And if that meant that I should be out of the picture, then sure, I would do it. Actually, I already did. Isn't that what you wanted? Why would you want to weave yourself into my life again? Just when I've gotten over you, that's when you make a surprising reappearance.

I kept the flowers in my Biology book after retrieving them from my locker. I had Analytical Geometry next and Biology right after, so that's where I kept it. I was hurrying to my next class so I wouldn't get late, but there's this git who bumped me and set my books and papers flying. I cursed under my breath as I picked up my things and fixed my skirt. The nerves of this guy to cause me such distress and not even bother to even mumble a simple 'sorry'. I noticed the flowers you gave me from a distance because it flew out of my book. I didn't hesitate to leave it on the floor, so I stood up, dusted myself and walked away. I've taken at least ten steps away when the git called my name and skidded towards my back. he breathed my name near my ear that sent chills down my spine. I turned to him and guess what? The git, he was you. You held my free hand and placed the flowers on my palm. And then you walked away. I just ran to my next class, only to find out that the teacher was absent and we had free period. So much for hurrying, huh? If we were still friends, you would've laughed at me and tell me it was okay. But we weren't. Not anymore.

"Daine? Why is your face so red?"

I kept on receiving those little clumps of forget-me-nots after that day. I kept on changing padlock codes. Just how do you keep on knowing my codes? Are you psychic, or worse, a thief-in-the-making? Why didn't you tell me? Oh, right. We weren't friends anymore. How would you mention it to me when we don't even spare each other glances?

I was with my own clique when Theo approached me and gave me a fistful of forget-me-nots with a little envelope. I said thank you and read it as soon as I saw his retreating back.

We need to talk. – K.

You've got to be kidding me, Keith. After everything, you resurface and try to hurt me again with yourwords? Well I have two words for you, I WON'T. There's no way I'm going to risk such productive progress I've made in shunning you out of my life.

I dropped the flowers to the ground and stepped on it. How'd you like that, Keith? Are you happy? I hope you are, you slimy git.

I went to my English Lit class and to my advantage, we're taking the topics I had in my summer class. And that had the teacher let me take the hour off. Yay! But I still had to stay inside the room to avoid getting caught loitering around the school campus. Aw, but still, I had an hour to doodle and stuff. But I didn't do any of that. Instead, I brainstormed on what to tell you in my note. I've wasted a lot of papers. That's sad, poor Mother Nature and her trees. But when I was satisfied with what I've written, I asked Caitlyn for a clean sheet of bond paper. I cut it in my half and started writing.


We have absolutely NOTHING to talk about. This is your entire fault. I tried retracing every step and recalling every word, but I never did anything to you. I actually cared for you so much. I said goodbye, so let go.


I folded it neatly and excused myself to powder my nose, which is girl talk for going to the restroom to pee. So much for watching The Fairly Odd Parents. Setting my kid-pleasures aside… On my way to the restroom, I came across Theo and gave him my note. He just gave me a weak smile, nodded and walked away. I entered the restroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked the same, but my eyes were different. They were still brown and round, but they were ENTIRELY different. They didn't show happiness anymore. They were like hollow and empty pits of darkness. I freaked out and ran back to the room. Miss Harrison eyed me suspiciously and slipped a note tied with a single forget-me-not bloom in my hand when I walked past her. I suddenly thought, 'How long did I take in the ladies' room?' Well, I took my seat and unraveled the note. It was from you. Just when will you stop?

Give me another chance. – K.

I'm tired of playing this stupid game. I secretly brought out my phone and texted Theo a 'Hi.'

Cellphone Conversation…

Me: Hi.

Theo: Mm-hmm. I'll hand over d cel 2 Keith.

Me: Nvr askd u 2.

Theo: Hey. –K

Me: Stop playing these games. Am tired.

Theo: Not playing wit u. Am serious.

Me: Dn't care.

Theo: Look, I'm sorry. :(

Me: Did u listen wen I said that? NO.

Theo: That was in d past.

Me: Past? K.

Theo: Just giv me 1 more chnce.

Me: I dn't think I evr gave u a chance.

Theo: Pls?

Me: No.

Theo: D more that u keep me away, d more that I'll bother u.

Me: Good luck getting tired tho ~ ! :)

I LOL-ed when I sent the last message and you didn't bother sending another again.

I was sitting in the cafeteria, making reviewers for Biology on index cards when the whole room full of Class A went silent. Finally. Silence to myself. I can actually hear myself think.

Caitlyn, Laura and Satori, my friends, turned their heads slowly at the approaching figure. And there goes a familiar scent wafting through my nose; the scent of forget-me-nots. Seriously. When will you stop all these nonsense? This is ridiculous. I kept myself busy with my index cards and glued my eyes to the table, not even bothering to look up to you.

"Danielle." You said as you gestured me to retrieve the tussie-mussie of forget-me-nots. I refused to do so. Everyone was watching, and I got embarrassed, but I still didn't get them from you.

"Go get them, Daine. It's okay. Flowers don't bite." A guy who sat beside me said. I looked at him and focused on his porcelain-like skin, his emerald orbs which were framed, and his tousled chocolate mane.

"Oden." I whispered in mixed irritation and pleasure in seeing him.

"Go on, Daine. You're embarrassing him." Satori preached.

"Y-yeah, Dainey. Get your florals." Laura giggled like a giddy schoolgirl, flipping her long blond hair, thus making the boys in the room swoon over her like a horde of perverts.

"Fine." I grunted.

"Those are a cool bunch of flowers." Oden said as he eyed my tussie-mussie.

"Still. Nothing beats the roses you gave me on my birthday." I argued.

"You silly bitch. Save your sarcastic tongue for those tlirfs."Laura spat.

"Language, Laura! You probably learned that from Quinn." Satori reprimanded her.

"I told you I don't want anything to do with you anymore." I bluntly stated as I packed away my things.

"Please. I just need one chance. Just one last chance. And if I fail, then I'll stop bothering you forever." And those words were enough to get me off my seat and walk away, leaving you frozen in the cafeteria.

"Don't worry. I'll talk to her for you." I heard Oden console you. And the last thing I heard before walking a far distance from the cafeteria was a loud chorus of, "Good luck, Keith Nielsen!" I can't believe even my classmates are encouraging you. But then… Oh never mind.

The journey of this filler is yet to come to an end. And its last destination is your hands. The last entry is dated today.

Class A has their early dismissal today, and I guessed it was the perfect chance to give it to you. But a face-to-face encounter is out of the question. I have a surprise for you, though. I'll amaze you with something you never knew I could do. I got my tools and surreptitiously picked your padlock with Caitlyn watching my back. Now I know I should've picked myself a lock with a key. But then I figured you could've learned how to pick locks yourself, and that makes it safe to say that I have no freaking escape. Well after a few seconds or so, your lock makes a click and I had to say goodbye to this filler. I didn't write much on the last entry, but it was brief and clear enough for you:

Well, this is it, Keith. I hope this'll answer all your questions. – Danielle

I skipped to the next page and scribbled in a big but neat manner ten humorous words which I hesitated to scratch out, but didn't.


Goodbye, filler. Goodbye, Keith.

The school holds a winter dance annually before Christmas break in the school gym. It's scheduled right after each class' simultaneous Christmas parties. Bands would play, and soon after, the dance would start. The filler may be with you, but in my journal, it's still you I address my entries to. I guess I still wanted to take a bit of a good memory with me. Hey, have I told you what happened today during Class A's party? Oden knocked at the door and everyone literally went silent. He asked for me, and to my surprise, our adviser Miss Harrison (Yeah, the English Lit teacher :p) dragged me out of the room and gave my hand to him. (Which in fact, he gladly took.) He made me turn around, and then he helped me wear a silver necklace. I looked at the pendant, and it was an little ornate-designed antique key. It was cute, really. This was how it went:

"Aw, it's so cute!" I giggled.

"Well, I knew how much you like these kinds of pendants, so when I saw it, I didn't hesitate to buy it for you. Merry Christmas." He said as he tried to avoid my eyes and comb his fingers through his hair.

"Thank you, Merry Christmas, too." I smiled.

"That isn't the only reason why I gave you that pendant…" he trailed off as he looked at me intently.

"Why then?" I was so curious. I was expecting a well-explained answer, but instead he pulled his right sleeve up and showed me a loose bracelet which had a little padlock on it. He gestured for me to lend him my pendant and he opened the lock, revealing a little metal heart. I hugged him before he said a quick goodbye and walked away. Am I lucky or what? ;)

The dance soon came after the bands played. The DJ took over and played songs consecutively. Unlike last year, I actually came with a date for the dance. Who? Oden, of course. Fun bit is, he actually told me to try wearing something that would match his outfit. He was wearing a white long-sleeved polo with its sleeves folded up 'til his elbow, a red necktie, a pair of black pants, and a pair of black shoes. I tried to wear something matching and cool, and I think I did a pretty decent job. I wore a Parisienne-inspired outfit. It's a dress with its upper half a striped black and shite blouse and its skirt a bold black that stopped mid-thigh, held together by a red ribbon. I also wore a red beret on my head, a pair of black spike-studded pumps, and the necklace he gave me. We were goofing around at the far end of the dance floor, but when Fuzzy Blue Lights played, we walked nearer to the dance floor itself. He took my hand in his, positioned the other on his shoulder, snaked his free arm on my back, encircling me in his grasp, and we slow danced to our happy song. (We shared a mutual liking for Owl City. :D) After our song, Say Hello To Goodbye played next and that's when he started talking. He held both my hands and positioned them on his shoulders and his hand hugged me by the waist.

"Daine. Don't you think it's time to forgive Keith?" he was talking about you.

"Oden. You know perfectly what happened." I told him.

"I know, but I'm pretty sure he wants to make up for everything now." He was trying to persuade me to forgive you, just like he promised you that day in the school cafeteria.

"By what? Sending me heaps of flowers?" I retorted.

"You know you like it." Was he trying to point out that I like you?

"I think you're on to something. And I've to say, I do not like the mere sound of it." Oh I know PERFECTLY what he was saying.

"Daine. Stop lying to yourself. You still have feelings for him. Trust me, I know." He insisted.

"What? NOOOOO!" I complained.

"You still feel something for him, and you were used to being the only one who feels that way. And now that he's returning the feelings, you're overwhelmed that it makes you confused on what to do." I have to admit, he was right.

"I have you."

"Of course. I love you, and you love me. But your heart doesn't belong to me. Didn't you think about why I haven't asked you to be my girlfriend yet? Even though I make a point to show you how devoted I am to making you fall for me?"

"You've been so great to me. I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. Just don't lie to yourself anymore."

"I'm so sorry."

"You've nothing to be sorry about. I took you in even though I knew I didn't have any chance."

"What do you mean?"

"He eyes you like a hawk, guarding your every move. To top that, he never gives up on you. And from that I knew that he loves you so much."

"Do you want the necklace back?"

"Yes. I think we should swap instead. You should be the one wearing the bracelet. Keep my heart with you until I find my better half." He said as he removed his bracelet and placed it on my wrist.

"Can we…"

"Kiss? Of course we can." He asked as he tilted his head to the side. I was so embarrassed to even blurt out the thought that I wanted him to kiss me. Stupid teenage hormones. I closed my eyes as he bent down to my level and kissed me. He pulled away first, took my arm in his and walked me to you.

"Take care of her. Or else I'll take her away from you." He threatened you. He really loves me. He really does.

"I will. I'll never hurt her again." You said. You surprised me. You took my hand and led me to the dance floor. I placed my hands on your nape and you snaked your arms around my waist. Learning To Fall played as we swayed awkwardly to the music.

"You know, I read the filler."

"I intended for you to do so."

"I read everything."

"Really now?"

"Yeah. My eyes came across a little note at the back."

"What's written?"

"I love you. Always have, always will."


"I must be so special. Nerissa just told me she likes me, and you, you love me. I have girls at my will." For real? You make me sick right now.

"There you go again. This is like how we fought all over again."

"I know. Chill. I was just kidding."


"Who? Me?"

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Isn't it funny? You're treating me like how I treated you on that day."

"I'm laughing my ass off. Ha-ha."

"I'm really sorry, Danielle. What do you want me to do to prove to you how much I am?"

"Oh, I don't know. Humor me."

"Wait. Let me get something from my pocket." I watched as you rummaged your pockets. You brought out a familiar bracelet. Something so important to me. "You remember the last time we talked? You gave me this, but I threw it? After you walked away, I picked it up and kept it as mine." You said as you wore the bracelet on your right wrist.

"You actually kept it." I said as I tried to fight back the tears from falling.

"I wore it every day, too." You said as you wiped your thumb below my eyes to stop the lone tear I failed to keep.

"I can't believe it."

"There's no harm in believing what's before your eyes."

"I forgive you." I said as we waltzed.

"Thank you." You kissed my forehead and buried your face in my hair. "Your hair smells like apricots." I laughed, but I wasn't satisfied with what I knew.

"Why did you get mad at me?"

"When I said I was in a bad mood, it was true. I didn't want you to leave me, but it was a good future you were headed to. You talked to me the day after, and you wanted me to make you understand whatever it was going on with me so you wouldn't react negatively. I was thrilled, really. But I guess I didn't know how to respond to the warmth you were giving me. And the day I told you to forget everything we had, I was thinking that I had to make you hate me so I wouldn't fall for you any deeper. You're pursuing a better life. I didn't want to pull you down. I love you, Danielle. I was too oblivious before, but now I'm sure."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Keith. But I can't return your feelings, or at least not anymore."

"What? So after a few seconds, that's it? You just told me you love me!"

"Keith. Once you have feelings for someone, it will always be there. You may not like them anymore, but you still care. And I care for you."

"But he just handed you over to me."

"He did, and I can't pretend like I'm not mad at him for that. But I love him now, Keith. When you left me, he was there. Of course it bothered him that he had to clean up the mess you made, but he never gave up on me. He never left. He stayed with me and loved me even though he knew my heart belonged to you."

"You're dumping me?"

"I prefer the term 'politely rejecting'." I said as I averted my gaze at the swirling beams of light.

"Well, I'm hating you for this."

"I'm not objecting this time."

"I know, because this time, it's mostly your fault."


"Could we be friends, though?"

"Something more would be great. Let's go back to what we were before, best friend."

I tried to look for Oden. When I finally saw him, he was in a corner alone, drinking a cup of fruit punch. I walked to him, took the cup from his hand and set it on the nearby table. I faced him again and gave him a kiss on the lips. I smiled halfway through the kiss and he pulled away seconds after. He brought my hand up and held the bracelet I wore and whispered six words to me.

"With this, you are forever mine."

You can go wherever you want. In the end, you'll always come back to those who are really meant for you.

A/N: That concludes this story Thanks for reading, please leave a review. I enabled anonymous reviews so that even non-ficpress members can leave one.

Xoxo – Cerise. 9:02 pm. 4/12/12. Philippine time.