Senior Year, Biscuits & The Fuentes Family As Told By Nelissa Brown

Now what I need is a plan. That's it. Simple, right? Vic is right, of course he is. I just have to find a way for Mike to love me. No, I need to remind him of what happened between us. He's still in hospital so I can't kiss him. I could, but he might have a heart attack from the shock or something. Saying that hey do keep those defoliators on the wall. No! I can't consider giving him a heart attack.
I walked into the hospital carrying a big basket of goodies. Not goodies, memory chargers. Some of them edible. But defiantly memory chargers. I spent all night a few days ago with Cassie and B. I need a plan of action. I asked Cassie if she just suddenly had the hots for Jaime. But apparently according to B there's always some attraction there in the first place. I don't know if I was attracted to Mike from the go but I definitely thought he was rather handsome and dashing in a like Vic but not Vic way.
Mike must have looked at me and saw that behind all the curly, frizzy hair and drug store make-up was someone he'd want to kiss and potentially marry. What started the whole thing? No, I'm not going to throw a pen at him. I'm going to give him some digestive biscuits. That was the thing that I think drew him to me. He got hungry and wanted more. He's a biscuit user. No, a biscuit abuser.
I stood outside his room and didn't knock. I hoped maybe I'd catch him with no clothes on. But no such luck, he was fully clothed in p.j.'s and in bed. Mike looked up and gave me a smile. This is the first time I've really been to see him. I peeked when he was sleeping. But that's it.
"Hi." Mike nodded.
"You do remember me right?" I teased.
"How could I forget you? The girl who called me a Fuck Nugget." So he remembers that.
"I'm not easy to forget." I nodded. "I brought you a care package."
"Do you care?"
"So much." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Let me look." Mike said. I went and sat on his bed and for a second it was like everything is okay. Mike winced when he looked inside but tried to shrug it off. Which he shouldn't do, shrug I mean. "You gave up biscuits?" he gasped.
"Well, we're sharing." I explained.
"I thought you'd say that." Mike told me. I opened them and offered him one. We sat munching on them while we got crumbs all over Mike's bed. I felt guilty. I hate crumbs on my bed. Crumbs are the enemy. Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy - it's crumbs.
"How long until they release you?" I asked while Mike searched through the box, pulling out a pair of fangs. "Don't ask." I rushed when he looked at me confused.
"I think next week."
"Any visitors today?" I asked curiously.
"Vic came and spent the morning with me. He was talking about you."
"What did he say?" I rushed.
"I don't know," Mike frowned. "He was just talking about you for a while and what classes you're taking and he was making fun of your hair," that sounds like Vic. "You know I think he likes you." Are you kidding me?
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, be careful."
"And you don't remember anything about Vic and . . . other people?"
"Like who?"
"I know know." I shrugged. "Your mom."
"What did my mom and Vic do?" Oh God.
"Doesn't matter." I sighed.
"Oh, you can help me." Mike suddenly said.
"With what?" I asked excitedly. Maybe he wants me to sing. Maybe he wants me to refresh his memory. Then he pulled up a box. Oh. Maybe I shouldn't have sounded so excited.
"I got given this. It's everything that was on me or they found when I crashed and they brought me in. I don't know what half of it is. I thought maybe you might, you being with me and all."
"Sure." I said and went to look inside.
I pulled out ten dollars. This is probably mine. He won't mind if I discreetly put it somewhere safe like my pocket or bra or bank account. I put it away and looked again. There wasn't much else. I key ring, a few sticks of gum, a condom. Wait! Wait. Why was he carrying a condom? He wasn't with Dom. Did he have it for me? What did he expect? For us to pull over and get it on in the bushes? There was something else. I swallowed hard and pulled it out. I lay it on the bed covers and set the envelope down. Why was Mike carrying this? Did he always carry it? I don't understand.
"What is it?" Mike asked.
"A charm bracelet." I explained.
"Who's is it?"
I looked up at him and gave him a small smile. "Mine. You gave it to me for Christmas."
"Why did I have it?"
"Oh, we got into a small fight. Just a little one and I um . . . gave it you back."
"It must be important if I was carrying it around."
"Maybe you were going to pawn it?" I offered.
"Maybe," Mike shrugged. If he pawned it I'd chop his body up into tiny pieces and hide them in kick drums. Actually no, I'd get B to do it for me. She wouldn't get caught. "What do the charms mean?"
"Well, there's the pen-"
"Because you threw it at me."
"I did not!" I exclaimed. "It was B. Why does no one believe me?!" I sighed.
"Okay, so the biscuits."
"Pretty self explanatory." I shrugged.
"And the bird?" he asked.
I took on a breath and started to fiddle with the charm. "You don't remember?" I asked. It's the one thing I wanted him to remember. It was the one time that changed things. I realised stuff. Not at the time, but after when I look back now it was meaningful. It must have been if Mike brought a charm for it.
"Sorry." Mike shook his head.
"There was this one time-"
But I couldn't carry on. The door opened and someone walked in. A very fishy, shocking pink clad beautiful someone. A catfish. She pretends to be nice to lure in men. She's an evil mermaid. Dom narrowed her eyes at me and I gulped. I'm dead, so dead. Bye world.
"Who's that?" Mike whispered to me. Then I did something very stupid or very smart, depending on how you look at things.
"She's your stalker." I said.

Notes

Hey everyone! Wow, the response I got from everyone after posting that note was crazy. I hope it maybe helped you in some way. A few of you have said that you'd like to message me, go do it! I'm not scary! I'll always reply to you. Thank you for all the kind words about my hair too! Anyway, what did you think? What will happen? Will Mike remember? Who got the Green Day reference? Favourite line? xo