A way to remember [Brentrick]

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The ride home was shorter than expected, at least for Brendon since he fell asleep. He woke up when someone tapped in on the shoulder, tried to wake him up. Still sleepy, he looked up to see, who just woke him up. "Bren, we arrived", the voice said. Ah yes, this voice. It was the blonde guy....Patrick? Patrick. The brunette groaned, mumbled something and slowly sat up, unsure if he should go out or not. So he just stared out form the car window, watched the landscape and the house, which stand there. Was this big house really his? Did he live alone? Or did he live with someone there? He was curious, but in some way afraid to look. What is, when his girlfriend, wife or whoever live with him, waited there, wanted to see him and he didn't even remember the person? It almost broke his heart to know this.

"Brendon? C'mon. You can't stay in the car.", the blonde sighed, opened the car door on Brendon's side. When did he even left the car?! "Oh, sorry" With this words, he stand up. Nervously he walked to the front door, waited for Patrick to come. The blonde simply had a confused expression on his face. "Is something wrong Brendon? There is nothing to worry about. Just....just be careful. You have three dogs. I'm not sure if you let them stay home or not" Patrick open the door, slowly stepped in, Brendon behind him. The younger one looked around, curious about how his house look like.

"Look like the dogs aren't here...Do you remember anything Bren?", Patrick asked nervous, hoped that the other might remember this. Brendon was a bit too busy with looking around and finding things that he might find interesting. Patrick simply sighed, shook his head. But all the looking-around gave him an idea. With a little smile, the blonde went to one of the cubicle and sought for something. When he found it, he took it out with a little smile, showed Brendon to come and take a look. "Here, this is your photobook. Maybe you get some of your memories back when you see some photos?", the smaller one suggested. It was not a bad idea, he admitted.

Brendon nodded, took the book from Patrick and started to look at all the photos. Sadly there was nothing, his mind still blank. It didn't matter how hard he tried, nothing, really nothing came in his mind when he looked at the pictures.

The blonde watched him carefully, slowly started to lose his hope. It seemed hopeless. It would take ages to get Brendon's memories back, wouldn't it? "Brendon? Do you remember something? I...Uhm don't mean to extort you or anything, you know. I...just want that you remember anything as soon as possible...and-" "Yea, I understand Patrick, don't worry about it! I get my memories back soon enough and then you wish that I still don't remember anything", Brendon joked while Patrick just shook his head. At least Brendon was able to do his dumb jokes and smile. This was the most important thing right now, right? "Don't say such things. I always like you, no matter what happen", Patrick smiled. When he realized what he had just said, he turned red. Why did he said something like this?! It sounded so wrong! But....it wasn't a lie after all.

"Are you all right Patrick?", Brendon asked confused, moved a bit closer to Patrick, so that he could feel the other's breath on his skin. "Y-Yeah I'm fine. It's just pretty hot here, don't you think so?" Brendon started to laugh, but the photobook away. "It is ooooor maybe it's just me. Who knows?", he joked, didn't know that he was actually the reason why the other even blushed. "But I saw that I have a pool here....maybe we can go swimming? Only when you want to, though"

And for a moment, Brendon could swear, he had seen Patrick with the most saddest face. Just imaginary? Probably, because Patrick smiled at him now, gave a small nod. "Do you even know, how to swim? I mean, you lost your memories and the doctors aren't this sure, if you know this kind of stu-" "Dude, just because I lost my memories doesn't mean that I don't remember this stuff! Swimming is easy and the pool isn't this deep"----At least he hopped that he knew how to swim. Hey, Brendon would see it when he's in the pool. Without waiting for an answer from Patrick, the brunette run the stairs up to some room, or what he thought that might be his room. The brunette opened the door, looked in. The room was tidy. It almost looked like that someone was there to clean it. His gaze was by some photos, who hang on the wall. On the first photo was a family, probably his family. The second photo show him and three dogs. The dogs Patrick had mentioned earlier, Brendon thought and on the last one was a photo from him, the other guy, Dallon and two others. His band? He moved a bit closer to it. This were also all band members? He simply starred at it like it was the most interesting thing in the world. How badly he wanted to remember something about them right now! They must be really a great band from what Brendon saw on the picture. "I still wonder....why didn't I saw the other two guys somewhere? And do I really live alone with three dogs in this big house? I'm sure, a another person lives here with me as well, but where is the person?", he murmured. It wouldn't help to just stare at the pictures, so he shook his head, wanted to go to the wardrobe as he saw a picture on the ground. It showed him and the blonde guy, Patrick. What did this mean?

Brendon picked the picture up. Now he had much more questions. Did something happen between them? Or maybe he was so in a hurry that he accidently dropped the picture. He got disturbed when he heard Patrick's voice:" Are you okay?", he asked worried. "I'm fine! Sorry, I was not able to find my things. Just five minutes!"

He put the photo under his blanked, almost run down.

Does Patrick hide something from him? 

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//NOTE: OMG I FINISHED THE SECOND CHAPTER! Gosh...this was hard to write since I played Sims3 besides and my friend just talked shit and all that stuff XD But I hope you enjoy this part!