Time For Change?

Tension in the Air

"Sorry, I really don't know you." I state feeling tense in the room.

The boy remains quiet with an unreadable expression. In fact, he's not the only one like that. Everyone in the room has a plain look on their face. However, I do notice the boy balling his hands into a fist on the sides of him, it somewhat scares me.

The women who is apparently my mom decides to break the tension. "Emma, why don't we get some coffee. We all seem exhausted." The walk out of the room leaving me with, what was his name? Devon?

He comes closer extending his arm. I flinch making him take back that action. He takes a seat where my mom was and just stares at me. His forehead creasing in worry.

"Hi, I'm Devon." He proposes stretching out a hand for me to shake.

"Umm hi, I'm... I'm." What's my name again? I look down onto the white sheets thinking.

"Avery." He says finishing my sentence for me. I feel a slight tingle when he says my name and I shift my head in his direction. I notice his hand still waiting for me to shake it so I do. Once my hand meets his a sensation goes up and down my arm just like when he said my name. 

"Do you remember anything from yesterday?" He asks in a very serious tone.

I hesitate to answer. "No."

"Do you remember anything about me, Devon?" He pronounces his name carefully and clearly. I take a moment to think about it. Devon, Devon, Devon. I hear a strum of a guitar in the back of my head.

"Do you play the guitar?" I interrogate hoping my hearing was correct.

His eyes widen in surprise then, a smile creeps onto his face. "Yes, I do. Anything else?"

"Sorry, that's about it for now." I shake my head disappointingly.

"At least I know I managed to make a memory in your head." He smirks. "You just turned 16 a few days ago. Your last name in Winters, you love to sing, play instruments and act. You have the most amazing smile I've ever seen and a laugh that would make angels jealous." He states, adding the last sentence with amusement in his voice.

"I don't think you mean the last one." I giggle.

"There you go. You just made some angels mad." He scolds playfully.

"What else?" I question, interested in all the things about me.

"Your best friend is Emma, the girl previously in here with blonde hair. You have a little brother, Jared. That was your mom, Julie." He pauses.

"What about my dad?" 

"He... divorced your mom years ago." He responds sadly.

"Oh." A pang of hurt goes through my chest but, I ignore it. 

"You love all kinds of bands, Coldplay, Maroon 5, The Beatles, Panic at the Disco, Paramore. As well as Bruno Mars, Rihanna and stuff like that." He remarks, easing the thick air in the room.

"You know a lot about me... So, what are you to me?" I ask eager to find out the answer.

"I'm-" Another boy walks into the room with a small bouquet of roses and a big smile on his face.

"Who's this?" I whisper to Devon.

He sighs not answering my question.

The boy hands me the flowers. "I'm Bret."

"Uh, hi." I mutter.

"Hey Devon." 'Bret' says coolly. Devon just nods his head. The pressure in the air seems to seems to get heavier and heavier by the second.

Until I decide to break it. "Who are you?" I point my head to Bret.

"I'll jog your memory." he grins taking a seat by me. "We went to the arcade together. Rode on motorcycles, killed zombies, danced, took photos." He takes out the pictures of us. I look very happy and in one of them I'm kissing him on the cheek. 

"So... my boyfriend?"