"So, now I have a question for you." Scarlet smiled later that night, resting her head on the back of her right hand.
I turned towards her and smiled happily. This was the first night we'd camped out, and I'd managed to avoid Sid's prying eyes by telling him that I was just going out to have a look around, and promised not to travel too far and to be back by dark.
Scarlet and I had spent the entire night talking about each other. I'd already asked most of the questions about her personal life that I wanted to know, she hadn't had much of a chance to ask me about mine. So I wasn't surprised when she cut me off and started questions of her own.
"Ugh," I rolled over on my back, "Scar, I'm tired of talking. Can it be your turn tomorrow?"
Scarlet laughed, "Don't worry. How about this?" she leaned forward, so that their foreheads were almost touching, "I have a way so we can show our memories exactly as we remember them?"
I raised an eyebrow, "Really?" despite everything I'd seen over the past few months, I still found it hard to believe that it was possible for two people to show another person something exactly as they remembered it.
Scarlet nodded, "Gillian and I discovered it, but it only works for us four chosen girls." she put two fingers to my forehead, "Now, close your eyes, and you're going to see mine and Gillian's favorite memories from before we figured out about Guardian Angels and all that shit."
I did as I was told, closing my odd colored eyes, and letting the world go out in pitch black. Scarlet leant her forehead up against mine, and all of a sudden, my black world was shrouded with red. It was blinding, but only lasted for a second. When I opened them, again, I was staring at a boy with green hair, red eyes, and glasses. He was looking down at a girl with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes who looked to be about my same age.
"So, you must be Gillian." the boy smiled, almost flirtatiously down at her.
The girl-Gillian, I was presuming-smiled back up at him, "And you must be Jason. I've heard so much about you." she put a hand on her hip, "Though, I'm surprised you remembered me."
The boy-Jason-laughed, putting a hand to his mouth, "Well, Dan does talk to you, a lot."
Gillian rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right. I doubt he talks about me enough to make you remember me over his sister, Clarice."
Jason patted her head, "Well, you certainly stand out more to me than her."
Gillian chuckled, swatting his hand away, "That's only because you're a perverted 19-year-old. The only reason you like me more than her is because you can go out with me without people calling you a cradle-robber."
Jason crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow down at her, "Really? And how old are you? Thirteen?"
"Sixteen." Gillian corrected, "Three years make a huge difference."
"Really?" Jason raised an eyebrow, "What kind of difference?"
Gillian tapped her chin, thoughtfully, "Well, for instance, a newborn doesn't know how to talk, or walk, but a three-year-old does."
Jason laughed at that, "Yeah, I suppose you have a point, there." then he crossed his arms again, "But could you please remember, that I am also three years older than you."
"The difference between a newborn and a three-year-old seems much greater than a 19-year-old and a 16-year-old." Gillian put a hand on her left hip, "And I'm turned seventeen in three weeks. So, you're really only two years and some months older than me."
Jason laughed harshly, "I suppose you're right."
Gillian smirked, "You sound surprised."
The scene melted away into red again, before coming back to a pale little girl with shoulder length black hair and huge brown eyes. She was smiling widely up at a man with bright blonde hair and clear blue eyes the color of the ocean.
"Daddy, will you make me waffles for breakfast?" the little girl laughed, holding up her hands, and flexing her fingers in and out.
The man laughed, before picking her up, and propping her on his shoulder, "Of course, O'Hara. Do you want to see if Monica and Rob can come over? Maybe you can have movie night and a sleep over, tonight."
The little girl pouted, as she grabbed a hold of the man's forehead, wrapping her tiny arms right above his eyes, "No, daddy! It isn't any of our birthdays, so we can't have a sleepover!"
The man laughed, before ruffling the little girl's hair, "Aw, does little O'Hara want to spend some time with her daddy?"
"Yes!" the little black haired girl giggled, before grabbing a hold of the man's cheeks and moving her forward so that their foreheads were pushed up against each other, "I wanna watch Barbie and the Nutcracker!"
The man sighed, over dramatically, "Aw, man. O'Hara, can't we just watch the Godfather or something?"
The little girl shook her head, "No, daddy! You know I don't like that f***ing movie!"
And then the scene faded out, the little girl's laughter echoing through my mind the entire way.
"See?" Scarlet smiled, pulling away, "It's easy." she tapped my forehead, "Now, just close your eyes, and focus on your favorite memory in the entire world."
I thought about that for a second, it seemed easy enough. Why not give it a try? So I nodded and did as she said. As I did so, the world melted away into a huge pool of violet. Which faded away moments later to reveal four people. One man who looked to be in his early thirties, but was already going bald. A slightly overweight woman of about the same age stood next to him, and at their feet were two kids. One girl who looked about ten with white blonde hair and innocent blue eyes and a boy who looked seven with sand colored hair and dark eyes.
They were standing on a bridge that was right in the middle of a water ride. The woman and the little boy were walking away, leaving the little girl and the man standing there. The little girl was looking excitedly over the edge as the people filled log reached the top of the hill. The man smiled down at her, before sneaking away, with the woman and the little boy.
A boy who looked about eighteen suddenly appeared by the little girl. He had black hair that hung over one of his dark eyes, and was wearing all black. The girl hardly paid him any attention, though-she was too busy staring out at the now falling ride.
A second later, the black clad boy and the little girl were hit with a huge stream of water. The little girl closed her eyes against the impact, as the water started pushing her back. She clutched onto the railing to keep from going over the other end, but the boy placed a hand on her elbow, steadying her.
The stream of water was gone, just as quickly as it had arrived.
The now soaking-wet girl laughed before noticing that her father wasn't there with her, anymore. She glanced over to see him standing, bone dry with the rest of her family. She cried, half joking, half not at him, as she ran towards them, her Simpsons shirt dripping water on the already wet bridge.
The black clad boy didn't take his eyes off of her as she did so.