Aira was awokened by a soft shake. She opened her eyes and saw her mother. Smiling down at her, "Honey. Your best friend is here." She smiled.
"Kurt?" Aira questioned, sitting up at the process, her mother shook her head, "No, sweetie. It's Ian." She grinned and Ian stepped inside the room.
"Hi, Aira." He greeted sheepishly, he wore a white, plain t-shirt and black skinny jeans.
She felt her cheeks burn red, making her eager to remember who he really is in her life, "Ian? Wait, it's Saturday, right? What're you doing here?" She asked once her mother left.
"I know. That's why I'm taking you somewhere special." He smiled and wlaked to her walk in closet, "Now take a bath, stinky." He chuckled. Making Aira's head throb painfully. This scenario looked familiar. She thought. Then took a quick bath.
After a while, she wen out of the bathroom and saw a few clothes on the bed, and a white paper that reads; I picked your clothes for you, Ms.Callaghan. - Ian Benson. Aira smiled, somewhere deep inside her mind knew this was familiar. That this happened long ago.
She hurriedly slipped into her clothes and went downstairs only to see Ian in his tight black skinny jeans and white t-shirt.
"You look exactly like you did before." He smiled as he inches closer. Aira stood frozen as Ian ran his fibers through her hair and soon a clicking sound commenced.
Ian took a few steps back and smiled at his creation, he took out a photo from the back of his jeans then showed it to her, "Do you remember this photo?" He asked. Her eyes immediately widened, she glance at the mirror just beside them.
They were wearing the same clothes. They looked almost the same. Then, she met his intense, sad gaze, "Are we going to Disneyland?" She asked slowly. Then, she watched as Ian's eyes bright up with hope.
"You . . . spoke the same exact words you said when I made you wear those clothes." He gestured to her black skirt and white t-shurt accompanied with a Minnie Mouse shoulder bag that matches Ian's Mickey Mouse one.
"Wait, did you tell Mom? What about Kurt? Is he coming too?" She asked rapidly, making Ian chuckle, "I told him to come. But he decline. Stating that this'll be perfect to get your memories back. Reenacting the things we've done before. He's on his mission to get your memories back as well." He smiled.
"Mission? I don't really like the sound of that." She sighed, "Let's get going?" Ian asked with a small, sincere smile.
"Let's."
After a while, they were sitted on the plane's comfortable chairs. Ian chose the 1st class. And Aira felt ucomfortable accepting such luxury.
"Ian, dude. Are you really sure it's okay? I mean, seriously. Treating me on Disneyland and getting the first class ride? Isn't it a little too much?"
Ian smiled and shook his head, "No. Do you think it's too much?" Ian asked, facing her and meeting her gaze, "Uh, yeah. I mean, we're not even . . . together and yet you go this far to obtain my memories." She watched as Ian's eyes darkened. Like an empty vessel.
"The memories you've lost . . . is much more valuable than this, Aira." He smiled sadly and glance at the flight attendant, "May I have a glass of water? Bottled water would be fine." He smiled.
Aira stayed quiet for the rest of the flight.
