amnesia •l.h•

14 •July 19•

Double Update because this one is short and I haven't updated in 6 years so yeah... enjoy

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That night, as I was coming home from my date with Luke, something happened.

Usually my memories come to me in dreams, but this was different. I was on the subway, and it was really late (me and Luke ended up going out to dinner) and all of a sudden, this flashback appeared in my mind.

I'm on the subway, and there's the same boy from all of the dreams sitting next to me.

"This is technically our first date." He says nervously, looking anywhere but my eyes.

"So? This isn't any different than all those times at the coffee shop of just us hanging out... talking..." I smile up at him, before grabbing his hand and intertwining our fingers. I'm really surprised at how bold I'm being. Usually I would make the guy make the first move. This is so unlike me.

He smiles down at me before leaning down and placing a kiss on my cheek.

I can feel my face heat up and the butterflies in my stomach going crazy. This is one of the best feelings I can remember. I never want this to end, but then we arrive our stop and get up.

When we exit the subway station I notice something different. Everything is... duller. The colors in the memory are fading. Everything is become fuzzy and harder to make out. I'm not sure why, but I know that this memory is important. Something happened on this date that I need to remember.

But what?

And why can't I remember it?

I look over and see that the guy is holding a picnic basket, and we're walking through a park, and I realize what we're going to do. A cliché picnic in the park.

I feel like all of my dates with this boy are so cheesy, but I can't help but love them.

As we're walking toward our destination, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me tighter, then lightly kisses me on the head.

"I don't want this to be awkward," he says.

"Why would it be?" I ask.

"I don't know... we don't know each other that well..." he trails off.

"Well isn't that what dates are for? To learn more about someone?" I look up at him.

"Well, yeah. I'm just usually awkward around people I don't know well." He chuckles nervously.

"Don't worry about it. You're doing great already." I smile up at him.

I can't believe he's this nervous. I'm just an average human, nothing special.

"Well I know this isn't a good first date topic, but I just want to be completely honest with you. The last relationship I had with a girl didn't end too well. My mom found out who her parents were, and... let's just say she doesn't like them very much, so she made me break up with her. But of course, I couldn't tell her that, so she thinks I hate her and I'm an asshole, basically. I just don't want anything to go wrong with this. This is great."

"Well, I can tell you that I doubt your mom has met my parents, so she can't hate them, and I can almost guarantee she won't make you stop seeing me, so I don't see that happening." I smile, reassuring him.

He just smiles, but there's something distant in his eyes, and I know something is still wrong, but I don't want to push it so I just act as if nothing happened and begin setting up our picnic, seeing as we've arrived at the park.

After an hour filled with talking, eating, and laughing, we've finished our meal and are ready to leave.

By now my dream is in black and white and all colors that were once there have faded. But I'm still missing something. I'm having this flashback for a reason, and I need to find out what.

We're now heading to a big store near the park. I can't tell what store it is, though.

As we walk inside I feel myself say something. "So how about this: if you buy me something, I'll let you see me in it." I wink.

He contemplates for a moment. "If I buy you nothing can I see you in that as well?"

I immediately smack him on the arm. "Damn, Hemmings."

"To be fair, you asked for it." He laughs.

"All right, well now you lost my offer."

"No! Pleaseeeee." He whines.

"How about you have to get my approval first?"

He shrugs. "All right."

So naturally he heads into the lingerie section.

"How about this?" He asks, holding up a black thong and black lace bra.

"No." I glare.

"This?" He smirks, now holding bright pink panties.

I roll my eyes. "I wasn't even being serious when I said it, Luke."

Wait.

There it is.

The reason I had this flashback.

So I could remember.

It was Luke.

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This is the shortest chapter I've written but I had to end it there.

And I would post another chapter after this to make up for this being so short, but I have to leave you on that cliffhanger :)))))

byeee