My Silly Boy

25

I'm the reason he's still alive. . .

I woke up Dan's bed. He had his arms wrapped around me.

"Good morning." He placed his forehead on mine.

I blushed.

He moved his face and his nose rubbed against mine. Before I knew it, his soft lips were pressed on mine. He put his hand on my cheek and kissed me over and over.

My heart was pounding so fast I felt like it was going to stop.

He still doesn't have his memory back. Kissing him felt wrong because of that. He felt that he loved me.

But he didn't know why.

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Chris, Pj, Dan, and I sat on the couch with our laptops. We spent three silent hours scrolling the internet together, texting on opposite ends of the couch, and at one point Dan even had music playing.

Ah, friendship.

"Are you guys hungry?" Dan broke the silence between the four of us.

"A little."

"I could go for something."

"Sorta."

"I'll make us something." Dan got up and went into the kitchen.

He came back twenty minutes later he sat a pot onto the table. Chris and Pj sat down and I grabbed plates.

"FUCKING HELL." Dan yelled.

"What?" I turned around with plates and silverware.

"I made mac and cheese. You hate cheese." Dan put his hand on his forehead.

"DAN." I put the plates down and ran over to him.

Pj and Chris got up and stood around him.

"Why are you crowding?" Dan asked.

"You got your memory back. I never told you that I hated cheese."

Dan's jaw dropped. "You're right! I got my memory back!"