Chapter Eight - The Hunt Begins

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Some things can never be replaced
Some things are with me for always
These are the things I will remember
When I remember when
I'd rather love and lose you all
Than never have you to recall
These are the things I will remember
Again and then again (again and again)
When I remember when  (5ive - When I Remember When)
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The next day I went through Brian's room.  As I opened the door, I caught a
whiff of something familiar - the scent of Brian's favorite cologne still
hung in the air.  I smiled, remembering, and got to work.

I opened one of his dresser drawers and pulled out his midnight blue Phat
Farm sweatshirt.  I held it next to my cheek for a minute and got lost in
memories....

~*Flashback*~

"Brian!  We'd better go back!  It's gonna rain!" I yelled as it started
sprinkling.

"No way, Jose!  I love the beach!" he yelled back, doing backflip after
backflip on the sand.

"Oh gee thanks.  I love you too," I muttered.

He came over to me, out of breath.  "Sorry.  It's just that I'm crazy in
love with you."

I blushed, but it went unnoticed because of the deepening twilight.

"I love yo - AAAHH!" I yelled as the sky let go with a cold downpour.

We both ran back to his Jeep, getting soaked in the process.  I got in,
shivering and soaking wet.

"Here," he offered, holding out his Phat Farm sweatshirt.

I took it from his hands and leaned in to towel off his face.  Our gazes
locked and our lips met, the rain slowing to a soft patter on the roof of
the car.

~*End flashback~*

I smiled again and put the sweatshirt on.  I gathered up some pictures of us
at concerts, Disney World, at the beach, and at prom and homecoming and sat
down on the bed to look at them.  I quickly realized I was sitting on
something and pulled the sheets back.  *Another letter*, I realized.  It was
marked, "Open me, Becca!  Right now!".  I opened it, again with shaking
hands.

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*Becca,
    Cool, you're going through my stuff.  Maybe not.  Maybe you're just in
my room.  =0)  Oh well.  The important thing is, you're reading this.
Anyway, for the next letter, go to our special spot on the beach and look on
our table.  Love you forever!
                                  Brian

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I put the pictures in my room and headed for the beach.