amnesia •l.h•

13 •July 19•

I wake up with a horrible headache.

I think I had a dream, but I can't really remember what happened.

I see this face in my head, and I feel these... things when I see it.

The face is Luke, and I can't describe my feelings for him, but I think I'm starting to see him as more than just a friend, and that thought scares me.

The last thing I need right now is a relationship. There's still so much going on in my life right now and I don't need any extra stress.

Emmerson is leaving today to see her parents, which leaves me all alone in the apartment.

I walk into the living room, looking like an absolute horrible mess, wearing baggy sweatpants, a loose ripped up Nirvana t-shirt, and my hair hasn't been washed in two days, and that's when I find Luke, sitting on my couch, staring at me. I completely forgot.

"Morning." He groans, rubbing his head.

I just stand there for a while, remembering our conversation last night, and that there was something he wanted to tell me.

"Do you have headache pills?" Luke asks, snapping me out of my trance.

"Uh, yeah." I turn around and walk into the kitchen, grabbing a pill for each of us and a glass of water, since my head hurts too.

Walking back into the living room, I shove the pill in my mouth, downing some water afterwards, before passing the pill and water glass to Luke.

"Thanks," he mumbles, taking them. He looks back up at me. "I guess you had a rough night last night, too, huh?" He smirks, before swallowing the pill.

"Ew, not because I was drunk. I actually had this dream..." I say, sitting down on the edge of the couch.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, setting the glass down on the coffee table, and sitting up so that he's facing me.

I look up at him, contemplating whether or not I should tell him. I decide he doesn't really need to know how I feel about him, so I just shake my head.

"Well, thanks for letting me stay here last night." He smiles. "I hope I didn't, like, say anything stupid while I was drunk."

I just laugh, remembering him telling me how jealous he got when he saw me flirting with another guy. It was probably just the alcohol talking, because I mean, there's no way he could feel the same way about me that I feel about him. Or at least, how I think I feel about him.

"Listen, I was thinking we should go somewhere today." He says.

"Oh. Why?" I mentally facepalm. You don't just ask why, Bri, you idiot.

He looks surprised. "I- I was just thinking- but I mean if you don't want to-"

"No!" I cut him off. "I do." I smile, reassuring him.

He looks confused. "Okay. So, um..." He looks down, picking at the hem of his shirt.

"We can go to the mall, and you can help me find a few pairs of skinny jeans, because, damn, you know how to find them." I say, gesturing to the pair of ripped black skinny jeans on his legs, trying to lighten the mood after I so stupidly brought it down.

"Sure." He cracks a smile. "Let me just go home and get dressed first, because I am a mess." He laughs.

He gets up and grabs his shoes, putting them back on before walking to the door. "Thanks again," He says, shutting the door behind him.