Brad

No make-up

Brad p.o.v

The first thing I remembered after the blackout was seeing a face. A girl's face, it seemed I felt some strong emotion for her because being beside her was doing funny things to my heart. She was putting on her make-up. I remembered laughing at her, telling her she was pretty without it then seeing her blush. It was a pretty blush. Then her taking it off later that day.

For a moment I just watched the memory when I heard her voice and felt someone hold my hand. Feeling it must be her, I struggled out of whatever trance I must have been in and squeezed her hand, forcing her name out of my mouth.

Grace p.o.v

I watched as Midge sat next to his bed and grasped his hand. It felt wrong, letting her hold him but I just stood in the corner and watched her smirk of satisfaction. It suddenly widened as she exclaimed, "he squeezed back! I woke him up. Nurse! Nurse!"

I watched amazed as Brad moaned and turned his head. It seemed it was a struggle to open his eyes so he spoke instead, 'are you her?' Midge's smile widened but I stepped in and asked, 'who?' just before she could say yes. His head snapped towards my voice and he said, 'Grace.'

Midge dropped his hand like it burnt and I watched in satisfaction as the smirk turned into a scowl as I tried not to laugh. Then I heard the nurse at the door ask, 'you remember her?' he nodded and finally opened his beautiful eyes. He looked at Midge in confusion. 'You're not her. Where is she?' he started trying to get up, 'Grace!' I was suddenly snapped into attention.

'I'm here Brad.' The nurse who had hurried to Brad's side to settle him down all but shoved Midge out of the chair she was sitting on to accommodate me. I sat and grabbed Brad's hand and watched how he smiled in satisfaction and settled down. I looked over in time to see Midge storm out then looked back down at Brad and smiled.

After the nurse had forced him to eat and drink and his parents had come and gone and been informed about the developments, I sat alone with him as he stared at me. 'What?' I finally asked.

'I think you are beautiful.' I burst out laughing at this, 'what makes you say that?'

'My memory of you... in the bathroom...with make up.' I laughed louder.

'Typical boy, you think I'm pretty because you watched me put on my make-up?' He shook his head softly and said firmly, 'No. it's because I saw you take it off. I think you look more beautiful without it.'

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