Amnesia

Chapter 3 Apple

I sighed, walking out of the alley way. I had argued with myself all night about whether or not I should try and find the guys from my dream or out of body experience or whatever that was. I decided that I would go and try and find them. I do not know if that is going to be a good thing or not, but I have high hopes for my decision.

No one noticed me walk out and I sighed in relief. For the first time since I realized that I was invisible, I was happy to be just that. Though, it has only been a day, so that does not say much. Whatever. That is not important, so my comment still stands.

I hugged the sides of the buildings as I ambled down the street, hoping not to run into Angel. My eyes darted around, trying to see if I could spot him. I did not pay attention to where I was going, so naturally, I bumped into someone. Hard. The impact of my fast-walking and the person's sent me to the ground. I groaned, looking up. My eyes widened at what I saw. He was a young French boy with auburn hair and green eyes. He smiled down at me, holding his hand out. I smiled, taking ahold of his hand. He pulled me up.

"Bonjour, comment s'appelle?" He asked.

I knew that in French, that is about it, "Apple."

He smiled, "Sébastien. Enchante. Comment ça va?"

I bit my lip before saying, "Uh..."

He laughed quietly, "Do not speak French, huh?"

"Not much. Glad you speak English though."

He smiled again, "So, what brings you to Paris?"

"Actually, I am not sure. I do not remember anything before being in France."

"Oh, I see. So, you name is Apple?"

"Yes, Apple Wager. Your name is Sébastien?"

"Yes, Sébastien Amiotbastien Amiot. Nice to meet you, Apple."

"Nice to meet you too."

I started on my way down the cobblestone road, wrapping my arms around myself. The air is a bit cold and I do not have a jacket, only a sleeveless top on with my pants. Looking at myself, I probably looked like a low class person. Tattered pants, battered shoes, ratty top. Yeah, I look bad. Worse than they were yesterday. Odd.

"Hey, would you like me to buy you some new clothes? Those look pretty beat up."
Surprised, I turned and saw Sébastien walking by me, "Oh, no. I could never ask you to do that for me. I appreciate the offer though."

"You seem to need it though. Come on, Apple. Think of it as a gift."

I sighed, "Alright. If it will get you to stop bothering me."

He smiled, taking ahold of my wrist and pulling me around a corner toward a small shop. I sighed as I was dragged through the doorway to the clothing. He pulled out multiple dresses of all colours and styles and threw them at me. My eyes widened as the pile grew and grew.

"Um, Sébastien, I think this is fine to choose from."

"No! You need plenty of outfits to wear so you do not wear the same thing day after day."

If I had a drink, I would have choked, "Wait, what?"

"These are all for you."

"No! No no no no no. This is too much. I cannot accept all these."

"Of course you can. Think of them as birthday gifts."

"I do not even remember when my birthday is."

"Well, let us say today is your birthday."

I shook my head, "I cannot do that to you. I am sorry if it offends you, but I feel like that would be rude."