Can Love Overcome Amnesia?

Chapter 3: First Kiss

~Annie~

I stretched my arms above me and yawned. It was past midnight, and I've been on my laptop for about 3 hours. Where the heck was Josh? Around this time he would usually go online in IM so we could chat. Our parents didn't want to give us with cellphones yet. They said what was the point of having a phone when the only people we were gonna text and call was each other?

I yawned again as I turned my laptop off and plopped on my bed. I buried my face in the soft blanket embroided with roses in various shades of pink. My room was decorated with pink and white color schemes. That's right. I'm one of those girly girls. On top of my dresser was dozens of trophies I got for my academic classes, horseback riding contests, tennis games, violin and piano concerts, and other sports. I stared at them, wondering how I even got any of these awards when I didn't even enjoy these things.

Except maybe horseback riding and tennis. I stood up and picked up a first place trophy I got a month ago in horseback riding. This was my favorite trophy of all the ones I have. To others it might just be another first place trophy that I have but to me it's the award that Josh and I won together. Usually, he would just be in the stands, holding the most  ostentatious banner with my name on it. I would pretend to be humiliated by it, but on the inside I'm burning with pride and happiness. Of course I would do the same during his soccer games, which led to him getting teased by his teammates but he doesn't seem to care one bit. I chuckled and carefully returned the trophy on the very center of my dresser, surrounded by the rest of my awards that didn't matter that much to me.

My parents have always made me take lessons for various activities since I was a kid. They said they want me to an "all-rounder" so that I would be flexible to any career I might want to take in college. I've told them before that all I wanted was tennis and horseback riding, but they said that those "wouldn't be very helpful to my future." That's how I ended up with dozens of other lessons that I don't even enjoy.

I glanced at the picture of me and Josh when we went on a camping trip with his parents and couldn't help smile at his stupid grin. Sometimes I envy Josh. I mean all he does is soccer cause that's what he love. His parents doesn't force him to play any other sports or take any classes that he doesn't want. He's totally in control of his life and--

Knock, knock.

I jumped up, feeling my heart slamming wildly in my chest, and whirled around. There outside my glass doors, was Josh, standing on the balcony. I blinked rapidly, wondering if my thoughts about him are making me see him. I cocked my head to the side in confusion and I saw his lips move soundlessly.

"What?" I asked, my forehead creasing. He smacked his forehead and pointed towards the lock.

"Ohh," I laughed and opened the glass doors, letting him in.

"For a smart girl it sure does take a while to make you notice that your bestfriend's standing in 40 degree weather," Josh rolled his eyes as he shut the door, careful to not make it squeak.

I smacked him and crossed my arms. "Why weren't you online?" I pouted.

He chuckled and said, "Sorry, I lost track of time while walking around so I decided to just come over."

"Oh." I stared at Josh and saw that he was avoiding my gaze. There was something in his hazel eyes that I rarely see. It was a look of deep concern. Last time I saw it, it was during our Math midterm.

"Hey," I said softly and placed both hands on his shoulder. "You okay?"

He nodded, still avoiding my eyes. I sighed and said, "Joshua Michael Williams."