Michael Clifford and his best friend get in the worst crash of 2016. His friend survives with not an injury at all. But Michael, wakes up with Amnesia. His girlfriend has to help him adapt and help him realize what life truly is. Once again.
While waiting for Michael to get out of the shower, I sit in front of my bed. My clothes were laid out on my bed and I took out my nail polish. I took out the small black bottle and started painting my nails. My room was right across the hall from the bathroom so when Michael gets out, He'll immediately see me, and I like messing with him, so I sat in front of the door.
I heard the door knob move and I smiled, standing up. "Hi Michael, how was that thirty minute shower?" I giggle as he walks over to me. He looks like he wants to say something but I didn't give him the chance to while I walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
About half way through my shower, I hear a soft singing. It was pretty and I have heard it before. It was Michael, His voice was beautiful. I finished rinsing my hair and I turned off the faucet and get out. I wrap the towel around my body as I realize I forgot my clothes.
I sigh and go out of the bathroom, Michael stopped singing. "Keep singing. I liked it." I say and I grab my clothes and run back to the bathroom. My outfit was a black shirt with thin straps and a black skirt.
---- Later that day ----
Michael had already bought eight different shirts and two pairs of skinny jeans. They both looked like the ones he was wearing right now. I had bought a grey sweater and some lotion.
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My hair kept bothering me so I ended up putting it in a bun above my head. Michael pulled me around store by store and was obviously more excited to be there than I was. I just wanted a sweater and some lotion but Mikey seemed to want everything.
We went into a nice little shop run by the sweetest old lady I had ever met. She was so happy. It was a cloth store and when I asked Michael why he wanted to go in there, He said it was because his mom liked making quilts. How could he remember that? Is his memory getting better..? Why does he still not fully know who I am, but he knows a small little fact about how his mom is a quilt maker?
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Today was a lot of fun and I loved hanging out with Michael again, like we were still what we used to be. I loved it. A lot.
