Amnesia

Chapter 15

"Happy new years eve!" I laugh at Evan as he sits up and rubs his eyes. He smirks.
"Sam, you say Happy New Years, not Happy New Years Eve. Now hush child, let the sleep deprived Evan go back to sleep!"
  "Hate to burst your bubble mate, but its time for breakfast!"

Evan groans loudly as he sits up, his hair sticking up, blue bags under his eyes. Then his expression changes from tiredness to excitement.
  "Oh! We're going for our date tonight! Then to the cinema!" He grins. I reflect his expression.
   "Which restaurant?" I ask, even though I know what the answer will be.
    "NANDOS!" We scream in unison.
    I change into black timberlands, tights, black and white plaited skirt, and a black top. Evan gets into black runners, black jeans, and a black top.
     "Hey!" He squeals in a stereo typical teenage girl voice, "We're matching emo's! Twinsies!"

  We share a laugh before walking into the cafe for breakfast. As we're walking, Evan and I converse.
   "Sam?"
   "Yes?"
   "Y'know that day, where you wouldn't eat anything? Was that just a bad day, or have you been getting worse?" Evan asks, lacing his sentence with worry and sorrow.
  I exhale deeply, not even sure of the answer myself. "I think that was just a bad day, because yesterday, at the library, I drank the hot chocolate and after that ate all the chips at dinner, so, I think I'm getting better."

Evan holds my hand and grins at me. "That's great Sam," 
   We reach the cafe, which is packed with students on computers, students talking and laughing, and students studying. The noise overwhelms me, as usually the cafe is quiet and calm. We walk towards our usual spot, the sofa beside the window.
"Whaddya want?" Evan asks, zipping up his hoodie.
"Hmm..." I ponder.
"Hmm..." Evan repeats, smiling at me.
"PANCAKES!" We yell in unison. Evan gets up and orders us pancakes, then returns to me.

"So what movie are we seeing?" I ask, sipping my coffee.
"Joy," He replies. "At midnight."
"Oh! Joy is meant to be really good. At midnight? Why?"
  Evan elbows me playfully.
"Oh come on, don't act like you've never wanted to see a movie at midnight.
  I laugh. "True, very true." We share a grin as the waitress brings the pancakes to our table, along with various toppings.

"What do you like on your pancakes?" Evan wants to know.
"Nutella and chopped banana. You?" I reply, spreading the Nutella down my first pancake.

"I like squirty cream and strawberries." He smiles. He picks up the cream and squirts it around the pancake, leaving no sign of the pancake itself. I shake my head at Evan.

"I'm very disappointed, Evan. Very disappointed. You put your toppings in a straight line down the pancake, so when its folded it spreads around the pancake and you can taste the toppings more. Also, not as much squeezes out."

"No! If you spread it everywhere, then you taste the toppings more. It's pure logic, Sam." Evan protests, sprinkling halved strawberries around his pancake.
I shake my head and laugh, cutting a banana into slivers to lay on my pancake. We roll our pancakes up, fold the end up and take a big bite. Evan's face gets decorated with cream, giving him a charming moustache and beard.
"Attractive," I scoff. Evan grins and wipes the cream off his face with a napkin. He picks up the squirty cream, his finger on the nozzle.

"Don't. Even. Think. About. It." I warn, eyeing him with suspicion.
He turns the can around to face him, then squeezes the cream all around his mouth. He puckers his lips and batts his eyelashes. He leans in and plants creamy kisses all over my face. I push him away and laugh, behind me taking the can of cream.

Evan oblivious to what is happening, I hug him, the can held at arms length behind him. I lift the hem of his T-shirt and squeeze the cream down his back. He yelps, causing me to laugh. He then pouts, crossing his arms and putting on a sad face.