Remember Me (A DanTDM fanfiction)

Chapter 1

I scurried through the hospital doors, running to Dan. Mom said he was in a car crash last night, and I wanted to be through anything with him. Doctors, nurses, and patients rushed after me as I went through the hospital doors. "I NEED to see Dan!" I cried. I got into his room a few minutes later. "Dan, I'm here! It's Brooklyn!" I said, hugging Dan. "Um, who are you?" Dan asked. "Your girlfriend, remember?" I asked. "I have a friend named Brooklyn." Dan said. A tear fell out of my eye. "Dan, don't play games with me." I said.

**a few years later**
I'd completely forgotten about Dan. He probably didn't remember me. The last time I saw him was in the hospital, and I just gave up when he said he only had a friend called Brooklyn. "Oh gosh, I'm late for work!" I screamed and ran out the door with my lunch. Work was a few miles away, but I had to walk it because I didn't have a car yet. I just graduated a few years ago. I'm 25 now. Most people get married when they're 25, but I don't even have a boyfriend yet. Nobody wants me. I've tried dating sites, and even flirting with the boys on the street. But they don't take me. I know I don't need a boyfriend to be happy, but boys are my medicine. It's not like I'm sick or something, it's just a saying. I ran across the street. Today was bring your family day at work, but my mom lived in Alaska so yeah. I've moved to the United kingdom. I've lived here my whole life, but mom moved to Alaska when I moved out. I got to work right on time. I opened the door. (Remember I had forgotten about Dan) I ran up to my room. I got my own room, because I had gotten promoted a few weeks ago. This new Co worker had started working a week ago, I don't know his name yet but he's quite nice. I haven't talked to him at all. I've never seen him before. Maybe he might just have this job for a part time job. I don't know. He probably just needs to get money, but that can't be it. He must have a lot of money because this one day I had to drop of something in his mailbox and I saw his house. I saw a huge package in his mailbox. It was something heavy, but I didn't dare open it. He works in the room next to me, and I always have to checkup on him but I never talk to him. At lunch time, it was time to bring in our families. I was sitting in the corner of the lunch room, all by myself. Everybody was sitting with they're families. A Co workerr of mine walked over. "Hey, where's your family?" Tina asked. She sat down and laughed at me. I scurried away, to the bathroom which was dirty with toilet paper on the floor and writing on the stalls. I washed my face with sink water, and then ran out. I ran back to the lunch room. Someone had sat down with they're family at my table, and now there wasn't an empty table. "Can I sit down with you?" I asked. The guy nodded. It was the new guy. He was sitting with what I was guessing, his wife. "So, what's your name?" The guy asked. "I'm Brooklyn." I said. "I'm Daniel. Dan is what you can call me." Dan said. "And I'm Jemma." The girl said. "So why are you here alone?" Dan asked. "My mom lives far away and my dad left me when I was young. I also had one sister, but she got in a car accident a few years ago and can't come today. Plus I don't have any grandparents or uncles or aunts." I said. "Oh, sorry to hear. Well I think I've known someone with the name Brooklyn." Dan said. "Her last name was Boulevard." "But my last name is Boulevard!" I said. "Oh my gosh, Brooky!" Dan said. We got up from our seats. We hugged, tightly. "Jemma, meet Brooklyn." Dan said. "How do you know her?" Jemma asked. "We were friends in high school when I was hurt." Dan said. "You never told me about this!" Jemma said.

*an hour later*
"Come on, let's make up." Dan said, hugging Jemma.

(A year after this)
"Dan, I have something to say." I said. We were having a night out at a local mall. "What is it? Oh, please don't tell me you want to date me!" Dan said. I laughed. "No, but. We were more than friends in high school." I said. "You mean we were dating when I got hurt?" Dan said. "Yeah." I asked. "Give me proof." "Well..."

*later that day*
"Here, my old photo album. So, this picture was taken at the Grand canyon. You, me, and my mom and your mom. Also, there's this one. We were at the white house when Obama was president. Here we are, with Obama. We even got to meet his children. Not many people get to see his children. So do you believe me, Dan?"

AND THAT'S IT FOR THIS CHAPTER