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Don't Forget To Remeber Me

Novel By: FutureMarinesGirl
Young adult



Can a friendship turn into something more?
Bailey Williams is an 18 year old marine brat with more strength then you can even imagine. After watching her father leave since she was little and having to fight for her life as well can change a person. But the one person who kept her sane was her best friend Jayden, who she is head over heels in love with. Can she keep from telling him her true feelings? Or will someone else come in and steal her from his grasp? Or will something even bigger than the three of them take Bailey away for good? I guess you will just have to read to find out…
***Sequel to My Hero's My Marines*** View table of contents...


Submitted:Feb 24, 2011    Reads: 599    Comments: 16    Likes: 9   


I pulled into the driveway of the house and shut off my truck. Who the hell was that guy? What the hell did he want when he was asking about me and Mom? I shook my head grabbing my bag and running up the stairs and into the house, closing the front door behind me. "Bailey is that you sweetheart?" I heard Mom call to me.

"Yeah Mom. I'm home." I walked into the kitchen to see her just finishing off dinner.

"Well can you go get Dillon and tell him dinners ready?"

"Sure." I walked to Dillon's room quietly and knocked on the door. He looked up room where he was doing some homework for school. "Hey Dill, dinners ready." He nodded closing his reading book and walking out with me. When we got back to the kitchen Mom, Dad, Wyatt, and Bentley were all sitting around the dinner table. Dillon went to his sit while I stood there.

"Bailey are you going to eat?" Dad asked. I shook my head.

"I'm ate when I was at work. I think I'm just going to try to get some sleep." He nodded watching me as I retreated to my room praying to get a little sleep………

I paced my room for about the fourth time this night. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I was so nervous. So nervous. Taylor is going to be home in hours! Hours! It was about 4:30 in the morning and his flight gets in at 8:00. That's only 4 hours. That's 240 minutes. 14,400 seconds till he is home. It's crazy. Oh I'm nervous. I heard floorboards creek outside my room making my head snap towards my door. It wasn't Harley because he was fast asleep on my bed. He is so luck he can sleep right now. I am so tired but I'm just too nervous to sleep. Trust me I have tried. Mom smiled at me from where she was now leaning on the door frame of my room. "Can't sleep?" I nodded my head at her going back to my pacing. I looked at her as she laughed.

"I'm nervous." I sighed sitting down at my desk chair where my open sketch book was.

"I can see that sweetheart. I can hear your pacing from my room. You're lucky your brothers take after your father in that heavy sleeping because if they took after me they would all be screaming at you right now to sit down and shut up." I laughed quietly.

"I know. Dillon and Wyatt sleep like the dead. It's funny to watch." Mom sat down on my bed patting Harley's head as he looked up at her.

"I remember how I was like when your father was coming home from deployment." I looked at her.

"Where you this bad when you were younger?" She laughed.

"You make that sound like I am old."

"Well….." She threw a pillow at me making me smile. I hugged my favorite pillow close to me as I looked at her.

"As for your question. No I was worse. I was so, so, o very nervous when your father would come home. I would make sure the house was spotless. That there was food in the 'frig. That all the pillows matched and were in the right order, just how he liked them to be." I laughed.

"I remember when you would freak if one of us ate something you made for him or made a little mess." She nodded.

"Yeah I remember too. I might have yelled at you guys but I'll let you in on a little secret. I was happy you little ones made a mess because it gave me something to do. I felt helpless. Like you feel."

"That obvious?" She shrugged.

"You restacked the books on your shelve. You cleaned your closet. You dusted everything in here. And are you doing laundry?" I gave her a weak smile. "You take after me. Your Marine is coming home and you are just so nervous that you just need to keep busy by doing something."

"Well its better than folding and refolding my whole dresser." I sighed and working on my mindless doodle I have been doing all night. This is crazy. "Mom?" She looked over at me.

"Yes Hon?"

"I'm nervous." She smiled at me.

"I know sweetheart but only how long till he gets back?"

"Well about 3 and a half hours. So that's 210 minutes and only 12,600 seconds left." Mom gave me a knowing smile.

"Oh you got it bad." She laughed. I dropped my pencil and put my head in my hands.

"I know. I just am so damn nervous about seeing him. What if he doesn't like me anymore? What if he wants another girl?" My eyes widened. "What if he wants a ginger?" Mom fell about laughing as me causing Harley to lift his head again and look at her. "Mom you're not helping!" She puts her hand over her heart trying to stop herself.

"I'm sorry sweetheart but you have to listen to yourself." I shook my head groaning. "Taylor isn't going to want someone else."

"How do you know?" She smiled walking over to me.

"Because if he did he would not have written to you every chance he got. He might want another girl but I think he will want you because you are a beautiful blonde that needs a marine to take care of her."

"Mom."

"I'm just saying what I know is true sweetheart. Now stop being so paranoid. Taylor is going to be so happy when he sees you at the parade ground waiting for you." I looked up at her.

"You're my Mom you have to say that." She wrapped her arms around me.

"Okay I am a little bias I'll give you that. But sweetheart you always win everyone's heart because you are one of the greatest hearts here. You care about everyone more than you care about yourself. I know you do. You have a heart of gold. I know you do because you get it from your father."

"I guess you're right." She kissed my head.

"I usually am." She smiled. "Why don't you lie down and try to get some sleep. You're going to need it." She chuckled walking out of the room. I closed my sketch book and walked over to my bed curling up in a ball, closing my eyes praying, once again, for even just a little bit of sleep……..





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