The Forgotten Memories Of Allison Fuentes

Dinner. With Vic. And his family. It was all happening so fast. Vic was released from the hospital last week and he's seemed alright at school. Peter said hi to me on Wednesday, but that was two days ago. I hopped in the shower and washed my royal blue hair. I think I might dye it blonde, or brown. Who knows. I slipped out and blow dried my hair, and then proceeded to straighten it.

Once that was done I put my hair in the half up half down sort of thing and bobby pinned down the loose bits of my fringe. God I hated it. I did my make up like I always did: foundation, powder, bronzer, eyeshadow, mascara, and then eyeliner.

I walked into my bedroom and slipped on a pair of jeans with a white t shirt and a grey cardigan. I crept down the stairs to get my bag together when I heard a knock on the door. It was Vic.

He was wearing a button down polo-like T shirt with a pair of board shorts and some vans. He looked hot. "Yes?" I asked, turning slightly red.

"My mom said it would be nice if I went to pick you up." He smiled. I laughed at his response. That sounds like Mrs. Fuentes, "Well Victor, I have to get my keys and stuff because after I gotta run, but you can come in while I do that?"

He walked in my house looking up at all of the plaques and documents with shiny gold stamps. It was like a whole new world to home. "Did you want something to drink?" I asked as we walked into the kitchen. He sat down at the kitchen stool and drank the glass of water I handed him.

"A lot of achievements." He stuttered, trying to make small talk. I can understand why, I mean I barely know the kid and I'm eating dinner with his parents.

"Victor Fuentes. I know you're nervous," I laughed, "Don't worry I won't embarrass you."

He laughed at my small joke, and continued to sit there, "Just let me grab my keys from my room and we can head out."

I crept up the stairs and into my room. I shuffled around a bit wondering where my keys were, dresser or the table? I searched before I saw the shiny white and blue BMW tag. "So this is your room?" The familiar voice intruded. I looked up to see Vic, with a glossy cover over his eyes. They lit up like a light bulb, he stares at the pictures, banners, posters, and flags that filled the wall space. "You have a really cool room Allison."

I smiled, "Well Victor, if you ever get lonely you can crawl in through the window and hangout in my really cool room." I winked. Then headed towards the car.
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I walked into the family style home, and soon felt overwhelmed by the spices I was smelling. "They're here!" The younger boy yelled from his room upstairs. He walked down the stairs and held out his hand, "Hi I'm Mike, Vic's available and younger brother."

I laughed and shook his hand, "Well Mike, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'll keep that in mind." Another boy sat next to Mike, about the same height but I could even tell was very secluded.

"Come on Tony, introduce yourself to the pretty girl!" Mike begged, practically pushing the kid on me.

"Hi-uh-I'm-T-Tony." He smiled and pushed his glasses up. He was a cutie. We stood and talked for a little bit before I realized I forgot something in my car.

"I have to go out to my car real quick, tell your parents I'll be there shortly." I whispered into Vic's ear and grabbed the flowers for Mrs. Fuentes. I took a deep breath and walked into the house once more.

"Allison are those for me?" Mike gasped.

"No, they're for your lovely mother." I replied, frowning slightly. He acted to be hurt, but I just laughed and walked into the kitchen to see a very busy Mrs.Fuentes. She turned around and her face lit up, "oh cariño! They're lovely." She took them out of my hand and hugged me tightly.

"Do you need help?" I giggled, holding her at arms length. She nodded and we got straight to work.
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"This dinner was amazing Mrs. Fuentes," I smiled.

"Kiss up," Mike coughed jokingly.

I rolled my eyes while smiling. I looked over at Vic who had barely said a word the entire time. When it was just me and him Vic was joking around. Now he's silent and frowning. Something was up.

"Victor, are you going to try out for the football team this year?" Vic had always been the star of the football team. He just played for the girls now. I used to see the passion when he first started playing. That was freshman year.

"I guess," Vic sighed bored.

Mike rolled his eyes and whispered something to Tony. Tony then nodded agreeing.

"Got something to say Mikey," I sense a fight starting soon. Why am I always around for fights?

"Yeah I do actually," the air was now tense,"you don't play football because you like it, you play because girls like football players."

"True," I whispered.

Somehow Vic heard that too. His eyes looked angry and his forehead creased. Now is not the time to laugh Allison.

"It seems like everyone here has something they'd like to share," His outburst caused me to flinch. His mother and father left the room and shut the door behind them.

Everyone stayed silent. I wasn't going to let Vic ruin this nice dinner.

"You don't even enjoy playing football anymore! Vic, all you want is to get laid now," Tony shouted.

"Who cares? I'm better than you and I don't even try," he crossed the line so I decided to interject.

"Well at least Tony is going somewhere in life! Your grades are shit and we all know you're not going to college," where did that come from?

Immediately I wanted to take it back, fuck. But his face was wiped with sadness. "Says the girl who drives a BMW and has a 3.8 GPA. You don't know shit, don't act like you do." He hissed, walking out of the dinning room.

It was silent, not a single peep. What did I just do? I ruined a perfectly good dinner and made Vic hate me. great. First Peter, now Vic. "Allison don't beat yourself up about it, he knows it. We all know it. You just said it." Tony frowned, twirling the fork in his food.

I returned my plate to Mrs. Fuentes's station and combed my hand through my hair. Should I apologize? Or let him cool down? Because what i said was uncalled for. "Allison." I heard Mrs. Fuentes call me name

"Yes?" I answered, looking her in the eye.

"Oh my. Well Vic was very happy you came over. And we all are too. You're making a difference in him you know? And what you said about his grades," she choked up, "Help him."

I hugged the fragile woman, she heard what I said, fuck me. "I think I should go apologize." I sighed, creeping up the stairs.

His door was shut, and closer to the back of the second floor. It intimidated me. The white painted door. I held my hand up to knock,. Too scared on what to do. Just then, that's when I heard Victor Fuentes sing for the first time.

It was raw. Really raw, but it had emotion behind it. Not like your normal alternative. But something new and untouched. His voice soothed the void I was feeling. I took a few deep breaths and waited for the melody to stop. Without thinking, I knocked without thought.

He opened the door, "what do you want?" He puffed, allowing me to slip into his room. It was a navy blue shade with light blue accents. His bed was made in a neat formation, and his room was very clean. "Well you have a very cool room."

"Yeah and?" He sat at the desk, writing furiously.

"I wanted to apologize, it was out of line. I'm sorry." I mumbled, attempting to talk to
Him. I could tell he was hurt, he just never showed it. His long hair draped over his face, shielding his eyes from my view. Just talk to me please.

"You were out of line," he looked up, "But it was like a standing elephant in the room Allison." He sat down next to me.

"I know, but I know better, it was so rude." I looked down at my shoes trying to get away from his stare.

"Do you want to know why I don't want to do football anymore?" He asked, tilting my chin up. I nodded, and was forced to look into the deep dark chocolate brown eyes. "I'm really into music now." He said, as he took my hand and led me to the desk. He pulled out the chair and motioned for me to sit down.

Papers were all over the desk, words, notes, and doodles all over them. He picked a slip of paper up and spoke, "You ready?"

I nodded and listened to him pat his knees, "I don't care if your beautiful lips exist out there cause I'm wonderless why the best can't make it in Hollywood no more." I was shocked at how much emotion was in the words.

"Wow," I had no other words then that.

"Thanks Alli. My parents want me to be their star child but I just wanna sing," his voice cracked. Vic was crying? The emotionless, punk ass Vic?

Maybe I was going crazy but I liked this Vic. Emotional, sweet, raw Vic. This was someone I could be friends with.

"Why don't you tell your parents that?" I said sniffling. When people cry I cry. It's just a thing that happens.

"If I do they'll just ignore it and call me gay. Which I'm not by the way," Vic said.

Instead of saying something, I just pulled him in for a hug. Sometimes words aren't needed.

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I went home after Vic had apologized to everyone. Still not telling his parents about singing. Goddamn was this a long night! By the time my makeup was off and my pjs were on it was 11 at night. I'm so tired I'm about to fall asleep on the table so I did. Literally.

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Why is it that whenever I wake up there's someone knocking? I need my beauty sleep. Slowly, my feet shuffled to the door.

"Hello?" I asked sleepily.

"Hey, it's Jaime," Jaime? What the hell?

"What are you doing here?" That was the real question.

"I came here to help you. Vic isn't who he seems Allison," He said seriously.

"I know. Vic loves music and he's actually really sweet," that was the real
Vic right?

"No Allison. That's not him at all. I've known Vic since second grade so I know him very well. Let me come in and explain please," now I'm a little scared.

"Ok sure," what was he going to say?

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