Amnesia

chapter seven

emma's pov

  While driving to my house, I turn on the radio. Hearing my favourite song, I sing along quietly, hoping Michael wouldn't hear.
  
   I smile at the setting sun and continue singing. "You have a beautiful voice." He said, making me blush a bit on the cheeks. "I'm being serious." He said at the fact that I giggled after he complimented me.

   "I'm a horrible singer, Michael." I said softly, turning the radio down. I continued to drive, biting my lip. "No you're not.. Emma? That's your name right?" He said, making me look over in his direction.

    "Don't distract the driver." I said while gripping the wheel tighter. Michael wasn't going to get in another crash. He touched my hand. "Why are you so worried about driving?"

    "That's what got you here." I said gently as I pulled into my driveway. I parked the car and got out, running up to my front door. My parents weren't home, they worked until late morning.

    I walked inside, Michael behind me. "This is my casa. You've been here before but.. you know." He nodded and walked around, going to the kitchen. There was a picture of us from homecoming on the refridgerator. I ran over before he could see and took the picture down, hiding it behind my back.

    "Let me see what you're hiding." He said and tried to grab it. "No!!" I smiled and ran into the den. He chased after me while laughing.

    I tripped and landed on the floor, Michael laying on top of me, a couple of inches over. "The picture..?" He said, holding his hand out. I hand it to him and he looks at it confused.

   "Why did you not want me to see this??" He asks, rubbing his thumb over the picture. "It's not time for that yet.. You obviously can't remember this and I don't want to put the stress on you." I say, sitting up. He did the same.

    "I do remember, it's just blurry." He said gently. "Now, let's go watch those movies." I nod, racing him upstairs to my bedroom.

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