Amnesia » S.K.

Nineteen.

Nineteen.

"What does this mean, James?", I whispered on his chest.

We were still standing outside, our arms around each other, my nose resting on his torso.

"Do you know why you saw me with that other girl the day you were playing the cello?", he asked me as if he hadn't heard my other question.

I nodded, lifting my head up to properly look at him.

"Because I wanted so badly to get you out my head... And the problem is I can't", he admitted making my stomach flutter."As hard as I tried to get you out of my mind, everything led me back to you, Belle".

"The boys are gonna freak out", I said after a moments silence.

"They'll come around it", he shrugged his shoulders.

He still had his arms around my back, resting on my bum, and it felt so... Good. So natural. So meant to be.

"I'm gonna head back inside... I should go to sleep".

"Then let me give you something to remember me by", he cheekily whispered on my lips before kissing me softly, dragging out the moment, rubbing the lower part of my back.

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We were looking TV in his living room. We were both laying down on the couch, my head resting on his lap.

We were watching some old French movie. It was an assignment for school.

I was loving the movie since it was a romantic one. But he was kind of hating it. Romanticism wasn't really his thing.

"I would love to go to Paris someday", I said absent-minded.

"You would?", he asked me, looking down at me.

"Yeah", I nodded happily.

"Then I'll take you there some day", he pecked me on the lips.

"You would really do that? It's the city of love and I know you don't like cheesy stuff that much. Well, you know I don't either but it's such a beautiful city...", I sighed, daydreaming of spending a day with him in Paris.

Instead of replying, he leaned down again and kissed me softly.

But the sound of the front door opening and his mom calling for him suddenly interrupted us.

"Cody. Cody!".

"Cody", I murmured, waking up.

Why was I dreaming about him? Well, it wasn't exactly a dream. It was a memory. But it annoyed me nontheless. Me and James had kissed for the first time last night and here went my memory playing tricks on me.

It wasn't as I sill had feelings for... Cody, but I was starting to remember what I'd felt for him and it was all fucking confusing.

I rubbed my eyes as I stretched my arms and it was when I turned around that I saw a tray on my bedside table with breakfast on it: a cup of coffee, a glass of orange juice and a plate of strawberry and blueberry waffles. My favourite.

"Hey", James suddenly popped into my room with his hand ready to knock but desisting once he saw me already awake.

"Did you make this?", I asked him as he came to sit by my side on the bed.

"Yep", he smiled warmly at me.

"That's so sweet", I bit my bottom lip, smiling at him.

"You shouldn't do that", he grabbed my chin with his thumb and made me release by lip from its bite.