Amnesiac

Fifth

I was back on being alone again.

For the past hours, I had the house by myself, minus the fact that I do share the house with the maids. With that being said, I was alone in my room, where I tend to spend most of my time into.

Mom said she'll be at work for the rest of the night, saying that she'll be out until the early morning. Darren wasn't here for the moment since he was still in their house because of course work. Sucks that he has school for the moment and here I am, stuck in the house doing nothing. I did finish a book in the bookshelf I have in the room, since I have been notified that I had a total love for books back then. When I opened a book from the shelf, I understood why I did love books for the matter.

A sigh gets heaved out of my mouth when I went back in my room and went to the desk where I put the journal on. I picked the leather material up and picked up a pen from the holder.

Journal,

It was my first time to look at the mirror today, and I was pleased with how I look, well, minus the fact that my wounds brought some gruesome sights. The big gash on my forearm is slowly healing, the red was slowly turning to deep purple as the wound's skin starts to dry and soon enough, it would be peeled off of my skin. The small slice I got across my temple and eyebrow was now turning like a scar tissue, but I can still feel how painful it is. It hurts like hell.

Until now, I still have no idea what happened to me and why I ended up having amnesia and the wounds that I have as of now. But about that, there was someone who came here and told me a little bit of information about myself. Normally, people would like to know someone else from someone they know. But in my case, the one I need to know informations about is myself.

She introduced herself as Liz, and I came to find out that she was my best friend before I got into the accident I believe I've gone through. Nothing was clear to me until now, though, even if Liz told me a few things about myself. Almost everything is still blank for me and in my situation, I am not sure when I could fill them.

- A

I closed the journal and set everything back to its original place then a knock occurs from the outside. I went up from my position and went to my door and saw Darren standing there, a box of chocolates on hand and he delightfully chucked the box towards me.

"Hey, Andromeda," he greets and I smile up at him as I gratefully take the chocolates from him and rest it on the nearest desk I could reach.

"Hey, Darren." I greeted back and swung the door a little wider to let him in.

Now that Liz came over and informed me for the fact that I was no longer a virgin because I lost it to Darren, I was a little bit uncomfortable having him in my room. It wasn't for the fact that I am trying to be a prude or something like that, I was just not sure how to do something intimate as that. I have no idea whether I don't know how to do it because I am scared, or if I don't know how to do it because of the damn amnesia that I have. I feel like a shitty girlfriend for Darren because of my condition.

"Andromeda?" Darren called. "Earth to Andromeda!"

I snapped back to life. "Sorry,"

"You zoned out, what happened?"

"I was just thinking of... some things." I said.

Darren frowns. "Andromeda, you're somehow not allowed to over think, remember?" he tells me as he sits down on the bed with me. "It somehow affects your recovery. Don't you think that would be pretty inconvenient if your memory gets hold back longer?"

I shrug. "No, I was just... thinking about you and me. You know, right before all of this," I admitted. I mean, I have to, right? Darren was my boyfriend and boyfriends should know what their girlfriend is thinking of. I'm just giving my part of share.

"Are you like trying to remember something about us?" he asked, his face in between happy and hard in thought. My curiosity bubbles up and I push it aside, not wanting to figure out things just as quick.

"Yeah, but nothing pops up in here," I said, pointing over my temple as a significance that nothing appears in my brain, basically my memory. "Say, Darren, what was I like back then?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know..." I trailed off, "Was I like... conservative type or was I the type that gives instant boners to you in the simplest ways?"

"Well that was blunt," he shakily chuckles as his hand goes over his nape and scratches it. "As your boyfriend, I would tell you both."

"Both?"

"Yes, both." He says, "You were conservative in a way that you didn't agree on sleeping with me until we get to our first year as a couple, which I don't honestly complain about." He explains. "And you were the opposite of conservative in a way that when we both make out, you do give me the most prominent boners."

I nodded right after he explained how I was in a relationship when I had all of my memories. "When I got out of the hospital, the farthest thing we did was hug."

He nods over the statement, which is a fact. Darren and I were in a relationship and since Liz said that I was not really the prudish type, a part of me was nagging that I should at least try to be intimate with Darren. "Yeah, so?"

"Do you want to do something about our intimacy, Darren?" I asked him and he was taken aback, there was no denying on that one.

"W-what?" he gulped, a bulge slowly being visible between his legs that probably turned me on.

I grabbed the good perk that our closeness gives to me. We were basically just an inch apart from each other since we were both sitting on my bed. Within two seconds, I was on Darren, both my legs on either side of him in a straddling style. "I do have some amnesia, but I did read some book earlier and let's be honest here," I whispered, trying to be seductive, "The author of the book did spare me some knowledge about making out."

Not letting Darren respond to me, I sealed our lips together. Then there was the heat beneath my belly when I did so, seeing that I was on Darren and his little buddy under me was the reason of the damn heat.

His hands didn't stay in where they were, and they started to wander around. Stopping at my shoulders, then to my waist, down to my hips, until Darren finally gave up and just rested his darn hands on my bum and gave the cheeks a tender yet rough squeeze; trying to make the already-heated make out session a lot hotter.

I silently applauded myself when I heard Darren moan as we kiss, the sound just encouraging me to go further. You see, I may be giving my dearest recognition to the author of the book I read earlier. If he didn't write the damn book, I may not have the idea of how to arouse Darren right now.

The make out session I am having with Darren doubles up the heat when his warm tongue strides in my mouth, and I took in the sweet taste of his tongue as it ventured around my mouth. The man does know a lot about this, a big contrast to me because I needed the aid of the book I read to be able to do this to him.

Though it was heated and was obviously about to lead into something more, it was obvious that Darren was still being the cautious one between the two of us.

"Andromeda," he pushed me away, "I can't take advantage of you right now."

"You're not," I said, trying to put our lips together again, but he neglects the idea. "You aren't stopping right now, right? Come on, we were so good back there," I complained. "And I honestly do not mind if you want to take this a little further. I do know that we did something way more than just a make out, Darren."

He shook his head and excused himself, leaving me alone. A voice in my head screamed at me telling me that even if I did make out with Darren, the feeling of loving him was still absent like the rest of my memories are.