Chapter 2: Memories Return
Bia had left her house, and gone to Mc Donalds, ditching Mark to deal with decorating. Bia sighed, and noticed somebody staring at her. "Uh, hello?" It was a boy, in fact, it was the new boy in her class. "Oh, hey! Ryan, right?" He was silent for a second, his black bangs now covering his eyes.
"...Yeah." "Well, uh, do you wanna sit down?" She gestured to the chair across from her. "It's gotta be better than watching me from a distance like a creep." He hesitated, but eventually decided to sit down, staring at the table.
"Milady I deeply give you my most-." He started talking very weirdly but then he quickly stopped himself realizing what he'd done. "Sorry. Dudett. Um. Like." Bia stared at him, frowning. "Uh... I think your last sentence was weirder than your first." She grinned, and stood up. "I'm gonna go get some chicken nuggets, want some?"
"Nuggets? M'lady I've only heard of gold nuggets..." He said, confused. Bia didn't say anything, not wanting to be rude.
Eventually, she opened up her mouth. "I could buy a thing of twenty nuggets, and we can share, they're really good." Without waiting for an answer, she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a giftcard she had gotten for her birthday, the, she started walking over to the register. She placed the giftcard on the counter, and ordered the nuggets, along with a chocolate milkshake. Once they arrived, she took a sip of the milkshake, and carried the nuggets over to the table, dropping them. "Try one!"
Ryan studied the chicken nugget, with amazement. He reached for it and took a bite. He blinked and looked as if he wanted to vomit. Respectfully, Ryan swallowed it. "How was it?" Bia asked with a polite smile.
"It was... Rather... interesting. Yet why 'tis it called chicken when it tastes nothing like it?" Bia shrugged.
"No-one really knows for sure, besides the people who made it." She took a bite out of a chicken nugget, then reached for her milkshake.
"Oh yes, M'lady what is this party you speak of?" He asked putting the invitation on the table.
"Oh, it's my sixteenth birthday today! Crap, Mark is gonna kill me for ditching him..." She stood up, and sighed. "You might as well come with me to my house, the party starts in thirty minutes, there's no time to get me a present."
Ryan froze. "Today. You're 16th M'lady?" He asked checking to see if he was correct.
"Yeah, and since Mark is planning my party, it's bound to be a blast!" She grinned.
"We must not make waste M'lady. Let us hurry."
"Why do you keep calling me that? Do you call every girl you meet M'lady?" She frowned, crossing her arms.
"Does that offend you M'la- ah, miss?"
"...Stick to M'lady." She dropped her arms to the side, and started walking toward the door.
Back at Bia's house was Mark. He sat on a chair, feet up on the coffee table catching up on a book for school. He took a glance at everything checking if it was all in place. He'd placed speakers around the living room & in the basement.
There were refreshments set up on tables, everything important, he knew what was since he'd been in this house so many times, was put up. He had glow sticks all around, balloons, and of course... Streamers!
Mark gave a grin to himself. "All without leaving this seat."
Bia burst through the door, panting. She collapsed on the floor her hands supporting her. "I'm here!" She screamed outloud. Ryan, who was in perfect condition helped her up. "Thanks, Ryan." She glanced around, just now noticing the decorations.
"Wow, nice job Mark, sorry I wasn't here to help..." She rubbed the back of her head.
"Don't worry about it." He grinned at her, then glanced at Ryan. "You're the new kid, right?"
"Yes, that is I. You must be who M'lady speaks of."
Mark eyed him with suspicion, feeling uneasy. "I'd think so. Hey, have I seen you somewhere? You look familiar." Mark questioned, walking a circle around Ryan.
Bia, feeling slightly uneasy about those two being together, made up an excuse to leave. "I'm... Gonna go talk to my parents.." She left the room, frowning.
Mark and Ryan watched Bia walk outside to where her parents were mending their garden. Ryan turned to Mark once Bia walked out of the room, but Mark had gotten him before he could finish turning. He hooked his hand around his throat and raised him up on the wall. "Who the bloody hell sent you!?" He demanded, snarling with an old english accent that he'd always hidden.
Ryan gripped around Mark's grasp, not struggling. They both knew why. Ryan pulled Mark off him, flipped him over, and sat on his chest."I shall make this much easier for you peasant." Ryan laughed. Bia walked back into the room. "Well they said-" She started but stopped noticing them. "Sorry to interrupt your bromance..." Bia said awkwardly. Everyone just stared at each other, obvious tension lingering in the room. Luckily, the doorbell rang at that moment. "Oh, uh, I'll get it." Bia rushed to answer the door, and Ryan got off Mark.
"This shall be resumed!" Ryan screamed in a whisper.
"Don't you know it." Mark said returning to his false american accent.
Teens filed into the house, setting down presents on an open table. Bia stood at the door, making sure to greet them. "Hey everyone, welcome!" Bia glanced out the door, making sure everyone was inside before shutting it. She took a seat on the couch, frowning, and glancing at the clock, remembering that dream she had earlier today. "What did that voice mean.. 5:00 o'clock... 16th year... Did it mean today..?" She mumbled to herself quietly, but nobody seemed to notice. "And.. If it meant today.. Then.. What's supposed to happen at 5?"
"What are you mumbling about over here?" Mark walked over, taking a seat next to her.
"Oh, nothing important. Just.. Math. You know how horrible I am at that." He frowned.
"Uh-huh..." Mark looked at her obviously not buying it. Why did I have to blurt out a random thing like that?! Now I've made a fool of myself!
"Why don't you leave M'lady alone, she may not wish to talk about it." Ryan took the seat on the other side of her.
"What do you know? She always wants to talk to me about her problems." Mark stood up and as did Ryan. They seemed to be having a war with their eyes.
"I do?" Bia frowned, standing up. "Just.. It's 4:53, I'm.. Gonna go check on something..." She walked out of the room, and ran up the stairs to her room, staring into her mirror. "There's only a few more minutes to 5... In case something bad happens, I better just stay up here for a bit..." She paced around her room, thinking. There was a knock on Bia's door, and the hairs on her back stood up as she jumped. 4:57. Oh no, not now! Bia felt like hiding, but quickly stopped herself. What was she afraid of? Some silly dream? She sighed, realizing her stupidity. There was no reason for Bia to listen to a strange dream like that. "Who is it?" She called.
"It's Ryan, M'lady." She sighed.
"Come in." He opened the door, and walked into the room, glancing around. She quickly glanced at the clock, 4:59. Bia sighed. She needed to stop stressing herself out about it!
"I know it's against all things for two of the opposites to be together alone, I hope you'll forgive me for that. Yet I want to warn you about Mark... You see-" He began to warn Bia. Yet he never got the chance to finish.
"I've warned you and that is all I can do. Good luck." The voice from her dream said. She froze. Her eyes widened, and Ryan just stood there smiling. Had he not heard it?
"So it is you..." He said. "Come quickly! Before he arrives for you M'lady!" Ryan said with urgency in his voice. He grabbed her wrist and began to guide her out of her room. Yet before Ryan could, Bia glanced in her mirror.
She tensed at the sight of it, and cried. All her pain, what they drove her too, it returned and it wouldn't stop coming. Every little detail came crashing back, and she fell to her knees. The last thing she remembered was her talk with God, and she fell forward, everything going black.