Remind Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Being famous is one thing. Having a hot boyfriend because you're famous is another. But everything he does one night reminds Mira of someone in the past, someone that she tried to move on and forget about. Then she remembers...

Submitted: December 22, 2011

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Submitted: December 22, 2011




If Chris were here with me every morning, he'd bust open the curtains and yell "Good morning Sunshine!" like he always did when he got the chance to take me to school.

If Chris were here, there would never be a day when I would be miserable or lonely. Chris would always be there to cheer me up, and I hated that he was the only person who could make me smile on gloomy days.

If Chris were here with me, he'd take me out on his motorbike and ride around like no tomorrow. His motorbike was his pride and joy, and I guess I envied that motorbike.

If Chris were here every night, he'd be there to tell me bed time stories and crack jokes every now and then. But when he couldn't be there at night, he'd ring me up and tell me to go to sleep. Then we'd stay up debating on who should hang up first.

If Chris were here, he'd want me to be happy. And I thought I could be happy if I pushed those memories away from me, bury it deep into my mind so that I couldn't remember that feeling when Chris was around.

If Chris were here, he'd wipe away every tear that from my eyes.


I stared at the girl in the mirror.

Chestnut brown hair cascaded perfectly around her small round face; her intense blue eyes glowed in the dim light, she could see the faint outline of her bee-stung lips and sharp cheekbones. Makeup caked her face like a mask to hide her slight imperfections.

She wore a short dark glittery red dress that was sure to catch everyone's attention, matching with black stilettos. It contrasted well with her cream skin.

I smiled at myself, practicing posing for the cameras on the red carpet. In a year of my life I've learnt that life is a fragile thing.

I heard someone entering the room, it was obviously Roland who waltzed into view, smiling.

"Hey Roland" I greeted him, watching him in the mirror dancing stupidly around the room. Moving about clumsily, twisting and turning.

"What're you doing?" I asked him when he belly-flopped onto the bed.

"Practicing my wonderful dance skills for tonight, what else would I be doing?" I snort at his response.

Roland was famous because he was hot. That's the only reason I could think of apart from being my boyfriend and co-star in a movie we just finished, it took 6 months and now we were on our way to the premier.

I was proud of myself... I starred in a movie!

"Mira are you ready?" Roland asked as he took my hand, my hands were shaking while a memory came into mind...


"Mira are you ready?" Chris asked, his big head popped into my room.

"What are you doing here, you idiot?" I hissed at him, my eyes on his reflection in the mirror.

He looked smart in his tuxedo and looked sexy with his dark hair hanging in his sparkly eyes, he had his contagious smile glued on his face.

"Its prom night and I'm your escort, stupid!" his dark eyes lit up, "You look great now let's go!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot!" I blushed, hitting my head with my hand.

"You didn't think I'd let you go alone, did you?" He said and looked at me innocently. I stared at him, and he knew I fell for it.

"Psshhh..." I snorted. "That's because you had no one else to go with, loser!"

"You could say that about yourself too, Mira" I rolled my eyes while he chuckled to himself.

"Yeah, whatever," I mumbled.

We've been friends for years; I've known him since we were young kids. You know the typical story of the girl and boy who are best friends and the fall for each other, well that's Chris' story with me... or at least it will be.

Yes, it will be.

Chris walked into my room, coming from behind me.

"Uhh... Chr-"

He stroked my hair back, his lips came level with my ear, and I shivered.

"Mira... Did I make you do that?" He smirks at me, his lips curling up into a grin.

I shoved him away playfully, "Get a life!" I laughed while he took my hand. He tugged me towards the stairs and I let him lead me down to where my parents were with cameras in their hands.



"Mira look here!"


"On the left, Mira"


"Mira, I LOVE YOU!"


Oh God, there were so many camera's flashing at the same time it hurt my head.

"Did you hear that Roland?" I asked him.

"Hear what?" He said, confused.

"Someone just said they loved me,"


Ouch, my eyes.

"I knew it was a good idea to bring sunglasses," I muttered under my breath.

He chuckled, "Mira, don't be silly now. Just smile and wave at the cameras."


I smiled at the cameras and waved at people, just like Roland said to.

"I'm doing what you told me to do; don't I make a good girlfriend?"

"Whatever," He replies. "I make a good boyfriend by-"


"By what?" I asked when he stopped in the middle of his sentence.

"-By always being there to make sure you're not late for an event,"

I laughed at that one.


"Seriously Roland, what were you going to say?"

He stares down at me, his eyes gleaming. He bent his head towards mine and whispered something I didn't really catch, but it sounded like,

"At least I know how to keep you safe."

I didn't respond to that, my eyes on the cameras that were flashing before us. I pretended I didn't hear and smiled at the cameras again.


I looped my arm into Roland's and whispered "I feel sick."

"Oh," He replied. "Do you want to go in?"

"Yeah, I really do."

"Alright," he murmured in my ear. Tenderly, he kisses my forehead.


My heart skips a beat...


Chris leaned forward to kiss my forehead and I smiled up at him


"Alright mum and dad, you've got enough photos... now can we leave?"I ask hurriedly

"No!" she snaps. "We still need to get a photo of you two kissing"


"What are you children waiting for?" Mum gets her camera ready. "KISS!"

Dad laughs quietly to himself "Like I'm going to let that happen." Mum glares at him.


"Go then children, have fun at the ball," Mum says as we head down to the front door. Mum was strange sometimes; I'm not going to lie. Don't get me wrong though, I really do love her.

"It's called a prom nowadays." Dad yells back while opening the door. Chris and I laughed as we headed down to his motorcycle.

The air is freezing cold, frost biting into my skin. Goosebumps were crawling up my arms. Winter nights were horrible! I guess it was just another one of those winter nights when you can't go out without a coat or something to keep you warm... but I wasn't wearing a coat! I was going to freeze to death.

"So you're coming back home at eleven and if not, then you're in big troub-" Dad caught sight of the motorbike and stared at it in fear, he said in a worried tone, "Be safe, I hope you two have some sort of protection..."

"Dad, you don't need to worry about us. Go back inside before mum loses her marbles!" I tell him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"What marbles?" Dad asks puzzled.

"It's just a saying." I mutter.

Dad turns back to the polished black motorbike that was waiting for its passengers to jump on, like a criminal waiting for its next victim.

"Don't worry Mr. Keenan, we have helmets." Chris assured him.

Suddenly, mum bursts out waving as the engine roars to life and I climb on and grab the helmet that Chris hands over to me.


I giggled while Chris and I rode out into the night.


I stared out the window of the theatre and a shiver ran up my spine. It was getting late and the movie had just finished. To be honest, I think the movie was cheesy. Way too cheesy.

"Did you enjoy our movie?" Roland says, pulling me out of my seat.

"Hmmmm..." I mumble, my eyes drooping.

"Mira, you're not sleepy now, are you?" He asks, his hand wrap around my waist.

"Of course not," I lie. "You want to jump into the bed now? naughty-naughty!" I giggle like a little kid.

"Don't give me ideas now, Mira" Roland winks at me and drags me out of the movie theatre.

We walk out together, and again there are people still taking pictures. I thought they went ages ago! Unexpectedly, a limousine pulls up onto the road.

Roland opened the door for me and I slide into the limo. The ride is silent, but I know Roland's watching me. I continue to gaze out the window and take no notice.

"Mira, are you okay?" He asks all of a sudden.

I narrowed my eyes at him "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's just... You've been acting strange lately," he observes while I turn to carry on staring out at the tinted window. Lights flicker past in long colourful blurred dashes. "Are you sure?"

"I'm Fine, Roland." I confirm in a dead tone.

I spotted a building on the other side of the road, the words 'VENOM' flashed in green and yellow. Music was blasting out of the building, and the glass windows shook, as if it was going to crack any second.

"Looks like it's time for the party!" Roland says, looking down at me. I nod my head in agreement.


"Time to party!" exclaimed Chris, hopping off the motorbike.

"You're not even going to help me off the bike, are you?" I muttered taking off my helmet. He narrows his eyes at me.

"'Course not. You can get off it yourself," he said.

"Chrissy..." I groan. He chuckled and pulled me off the bike.

"Come on, we have to go in!" Chris insists.

I look at him and grumbled, "Why are you so eager?"

"Why do you think?" He looks at me expecting an answer. "To see Jessica Reyes," he put his arm around me, pulling me into the building. I looked up at him confused.

"Jessica? But-"

"Nuh-uh. Just because I'm your escort, doesn't mean that we're together. We're only here as friends." He interrupted.

And that was true, but it felt like a slap to my face. We weren't anything else but friends, very old friends. I just wished he knew how I felt about him.

"Duh," I mumbled, pretending I didn't care.

Chris looks down at me, his mysterious dark brown eyes met my blue ones. "Let's go inside." He grumbles, dragging me into the gym hall.


"Let's go inside!" Roland takes me by the waist and we enter the party.

Everyone is there: The cast, the crew, the director and the people who were lucky enough to get in. They were dancing to house music. Girls grinding on dudes, people talking and drinking and looking in our direction. I wave at Kyle, the director of the movie who winks and turns back to chatting up guys.

"Mira, I'm going to go get us a drink, go wait at the table," Roland shouts as he makes his way towards the bar.

I observed my surroundings; the club was big and it was strangely decorated, with glitter and rain-washed graffiti sprayed across the walls. Casually, I walked towards a table and sat down, looking around and enjoying the sight of people on the sparkly dance floor, laughing and dancing.

Roland goes across the dance floor, dancing his way towards me. He looks down at me with his dark brown eyes and hands me the drink.

"So, you want to dance?" Roland asks, taking a sip of his drink.

"Maybe later," I reply taking a sip of the drink, it tasted strong. "When I finish my drink," I tell him while grabbing a chair to sit on. He gets another chair and sits beside me.

"You like the drink?" He asks, watching me drink some more.

I take a quick look up at him, "Yeah, I like the drink." I say before taking a huge gulp.


"I see you're enjoying the fruit punch" Chris observes, who watches me guzzle it all down.

"I-hmmm... Dahu-hmm... Good!" I answer into my cup.

The dance floor was a cluster of teenage bodies. I watch them all, and I know Chris wished he was there, instead of here next to the food table with me, I didn't even want to go near the dance floor. When girls had begged Chris to dance he said that he'd had to stay here with me, which I found really cute. And so here I was, next to the food table with Chris.

"So where's Jessica at?" I ask him, pouring out another fruit punch for myself.

"She's all over that Jacob guy," He grumbles.

Poor boy, I thought. He sure was mad at that. I didn't know why he even bothered with Jessica, she's an airhead!

I glance over to where Jessica is, her ass grinding on Jacob's thing. She flips her hair and looks toward my direction, towards Chris. Oh God, I thought. He was her next victim. Poor Chrissy.

"Say, uh... Chris?" I looked up at him.

"Mira," He replies."Did you want to ask me to dance?" He asks me.

"Errr... Why would I?" I force out a laugh. "I don't even know how to dance, but if I did I'd be right there," I point towards the dance floor, "Dancing like there was no tomorrow. But I don't know how to so I can't. Haha." I finish babbling and turn to smile up at him.

"I'll help you-"

"What's up everybody?" The DJ (John, Chris' half brother) booms through the microphone.

"I want you all on that dance floor. Including you, Chris" He announces while the spotlight follows to where Chris and I are standing.

People look toward our direction while Chris grins and tows me toward the hazardous crowd of teenagers.

The upbeat music begins to play again and I go with the flow, letting the music flow in me. I was dancing like those slutty girls on the dance floor; my hips begin to sway to the music.

Surprisingly, he grabbed my hips and led the way, and before I knew it I was dancing with Chris!


"Come on Mira, we have to go and dance. It's my favourite song!" Roland yells over the deafening music.

"This... this is your favourite song?" I look at him, confused. I doubted that this was his type of music.

"Okay, I was lying," He admits, while I roll my eyes. "But we still have to go and dance!" I glare at him while his dark, chocolate eyes plead with me to go. We'd been sitting here for almost two hours.

"Why!" I groaned, my head tilting up to the ceiling.

"So that people know that this is our party-"

"But it isn't," I interrupted. "It's the movie premiere's party."

"And in that movie, we are part of the cast. Not only are we in the cast, but we're also the main characters." He argues.

I glared at him and he knew he'd won. A triumphant smile spread across his perfectly chiselled features, and I almost died right there.

"I want to punch you." I scowled under my breath, "Curse you, you-"

"Babe," Roland says coolly. "I can hear you."

"-You idiot," Roland smirks, while hauling me away from my safety area towards the hectic crowd of bodies clustered together.

The ear-splitting music carries on playing, its strong beat flowing into me like a current of electricity. His hands were placed on my hips, moving me slowly. I moved along with him.

"I knew you could dance," Roland whispered in my ear.

"Um, well I've done this before." I reply.

His hand gently pulls away the hair covering my face, and I smile.

"When did you?" Roland asks his eyes on my face. I feel my cheeks going red and the blood rushing in my ears.

"A-Ages ago," I manage to say.

"With wh-"Roland didn't finish off his question because, luckily, I was saved by the DJ.

"Yeah, how is everyone?" The DJ says into the microphone, cheers and the clinking of glasses hitting against each other is heard from the bar.

"Good. But now it's time to end off-"Boo's are heard around the room. "In one last song, a very slow one..." I see confusion wash over people's faces. "So you all can cool off from all this dancing," I shrug, why not?


I carried on dancing, and I saw evil glares coming from Jessica, I smiled sweetly at her. Chris danced towards me after getting his drink.

"You enjoy making her jealous, don't you?" Chris says into my ear.

I laughed "Who wouldn't enjoy making that bitch jealous?"

A screeching sound comes from the speakers, as the DJ fiddles with the microphone "Hello again everybody,"

Chris and I turn towards where his half brother is, the microphone just touching his lips.

"The night is coming to an end, but we have a song request, from someone..." I narrow my gaze towards Chris who's smiling down at me. "And it's a song that requires slow dancing," 'Ohhhs' are heard from the crowd of swarming teens.

"It's time to get your asses off them dicks, eh Jessica?" Someone yells and I could hear people laugh while Jessica smiled at them, her bright white, pearly teeth flashing. "This song is called Iris by Goo Goo Dolls."

The soft sound of a guitar begins to play through the speakers, while Chris' arms wrap around my waist. "Who the hell are Goo Goo Dolls?" I ask him.

"A very awesome band," He replies as we sway, and a voice begins to sing through the speakers in a deep voice. This was Chris' music, definitely, slow rock.

"And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now"

Chris' hair hangs in his eyes, watching my expression on my face. And I was lost in thought of the wondrous lyrics. We continue to sway to the music.

"And all I can taste is this moment
and all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight"

I beam up at Chris, and he returns the favour by holding me closer to his body, I could feel his body heat through the fabric that hung onto me like second skin.

"And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am"


My breath was caught, and it felt as if a knife was plunged into my throat. I recognize the lyrics to the song, and I remembered dancing to this. Roland pulled me closer towards him, my eyes drop towards the floor. This was something I could relate to.

"And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive"

Tears are welling up in my eyes.

"And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am"

Abruptly, I push Roland away from me and run out the building. Tears spill down my face and I cover my mouth to stop crying out. I run, run as fast as my legs could take me...


"Told you they're awesome," Chris says.

"Yeah," I reply, lost in his hypnotic, liquid eyes. I caught sight of my watch on my wrist around Chris' neck, '10:40PM' it said.

"Oh crap," I wail. "You got to drop me home, or else my parents are going to get angry!"

Chris knew what my parents were like. Once I'd past eleven then I'd be grounded for 6 months, or even longer for me to earn their trust back.

"Come on then!" Chris yells, tugging me towards the parking lot. We hop onto the motorbike; I grab the helmet and place the other one on Chris' head, then we drove off.

"Chris, come on. We have to go faster!" I shout.

Everything slows down, the traffic light turns amber but Chris still goes on. Suddenly a car emerges from the side road and swerves toward the motorbike.

After the sudden collision, the motorbike skids with an irritating screech. We go twisting and turning on the road. My eyes widen in panic and my grip on Chris tightens as we flipped off the motorbike. I let go of him, my knees scraped against the gravel.

He was lying on the edge of the pavement. Pain shot up my leg as I crawled towards him; I pulled his helmet off to find him smiling up at me. Blood trickled from his head and I wiped it away with my hand.

"Chris..." I cried out.

"Mira, I need to..." I could see pain flash in his eyes as I held him against my chest and I choked out a sob.

"I'm so sorry," I breathed.

"Don't be," he murmured, and I could see the life in his eyes fading away. "Mira, I love you" he whispered on his last breath, and with that he was gone. His face betray no emotion, he was still, lifeless... dead.


I stood there on the edge of the pavement; my breathing came out in short breaths. The world around me seemed too quiet. Flowers were left there on the spot where he died, and they withered away with the days passing.

I didn't tell him this, but I loved him.

"And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I was sorry,

"I just want you to know who I am"

I knew this was my fault.

"I just want you to know who I am"

I kneel beside the dead flowers, and watch the world revolve around me, in silence, thinking. The only person I'll ever love is Chris.

Goodnight Chris.


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