Amnesiac

Twenty First

"Why the hell am I shirt-less?"

I stirred when I heard Karlos spoke from the side of the bed. He was already up and he was looking over his bare upper body. Truth was, I stripped his shirt off last night when I took him in my room.

No dirty imaginations though, there is an explanation. Liz and Karlos ended up getting drunk to the highest level. I'm not talking about swaying drunken type of drunk. The two of them can hardly stand up to their feet when I went back to the house to check on them. I was lucky enough that there were few people that were concerned enough to help me carry them back to the car and drive the two idiots home.

I did not remember the address of Karlos so I just drove back to the apartment. I carried Liz in her room first before taking the curly head to my room and planting him on my bed. He was drunk totally, there's a big doubt how he'll survive the upcoming hang over. I haven't had a hang over since I'm not that stable enough for alcohol, but something within me told me that hang over is as painful as getting bumped on road.

I stretched my arms above my head and yawned. "You were drunk off your ass last night; you ended up throwing up shit all over the place." I informed him. "You even threw up on the front step of the house."

"I did?"

"Yeah." I told him, "If you didn't, I didn't have to sleep at 3am because getting rid of the smell of your vomit was hard." I scrunched my nose up in disgust as I recalled what I did last night.

"Sorry about that." he says.

I smile up at him and stared at him. Who and what am I to resist the urge of looking over his body? His body was toned. Immediately, my mind was filled with lustful imaginations as my eyes raked over his bare body. Images of me being under him and him hovering above me doing businesses only us can do played through my mind.

"I hate to bring this up to you, but aren't you informed that staring at somebody is rude, especially when they know you're staring?"

I snapped back to reality and ended up blushing. There was a stinging feeling on my cheeks as I blushed, and I struggled to keep my face away from his sight because he's obviously amused of how red I looked.

"Don't worry, I know I'm too good looking." He says.

"You're a jerk." I said and stood up from my position on my make-shift bed on the floor. The blanket that covered me fell down and exposed me.

"Shit."

I turned to Karlos and saw him staring at me. I was wearing a razor top and a dangerously short pair of shorts. I smirked. "Someone told me that it was rude to stare."

He looked down, finding the cocoon of blankets interesting. I know I have a good body build. Curves and edges are on their right places and I know that my facial structure is a blessing too, not to brag.

"You wearing that type of clothing in front of me doesn't help. My pants feel tighter." He rolls his eyes and I giggle.

Suddenly, the memory of Karlos kissing me last night came in my mind. I don't know if he did that on purpose because he wants to kiss me for real, or if he was just already drunk at that hour and kissed me for something not really that serious. I want to know it from him, but by the looks of it, I don't think having the both of us barely dressed decently is the right time.

"I washed your shirt last night, by the way." I informed him. "You were really an award winning drunkard especially when you start throwing up."

"Shut up," Karlos then curses me with few incoherent words. I just laughed at him.

"Sucks to have a killer hang over, yeah?" I asked him teasingly. "I have the perks when I am the one assigned to stay sober. I thank my best friend for that," I laughed light heartedly. "Anyway, do you want breakfast? I cook the best pancakes ever."

He ran a hand through his mess of curls. "I actually have to go home. I've crashed in rather longer than planned, and my sister is still with a babysitter." He explains. "Can you drive me home?"

I nod immediately though I was bummed. "Let me just clean up and change."

So I did what I told Karlos I would do. I folded the blankets that served as my make shift bed and picked the pillows from the floor. I went to the bathroom to change to some decent clothes and went out. Karlos retrieved his shirt and we both went on to his house, seeing that Liz is probably still knocked out of the world in her room.

"Thanks, Andromeda, you know, for the ride." He says, unbuckling his seat belt along the process. "See you around?"

"Sure." I mumbled. "And Karlos, about the kiss, do you mind me asking something about it?" I asked him, looking at his eyes to search for discomfort, but I found none. He nods. "Why did you actually kiss me?"

"Isn't it obvious, yet?" he asked with a smirk. "I like you and I know it's wrong, but it's just hard not to like you, you know?"

After declaring his feelings, he quickly opened the door and exit then slams it close. Before I can even catch up with everything that he was doing, Karlos was already by his door step. I watched as he turned around to me, smiled and winked to me before actually getting in his house.

I tried to process everything that is happening. No, I tried to process what I was feeling. Why do I suddenly feel so giddy when he simply just winked at me? Is there something wrong with me? No, I am probably just stupid. Yes, I am. Good gracious.

I went home that time, only finding out that Liz is still asleep. I decided to ditch breakfast since my stomach is surprisingly in silent mode and the beasts inside my tummy are still satisfied with whatever left over foods I have in there.

I picked up something from the bag I used for packing when I moved here and took out the leather material I just exactly needed at this point. I took a pen from somewhere and lay on my stomach on my soft bed that smelled just like Karlos.

Journal,

Last night was rad. I actually recalled something in my head that possibly happened before I lost my memory. The only odd thing was that I wasn't exactly happy in that recalled memory. I was crying and I was actually miserable. What happened to the happy and giddy girl Liz claimed that I used to be? Did she just make that up? Did she just tell me that I was a cheery and positive person before so I won't fend for myself this badly like how I am actually doing right at this point? Did she just do that to console me?

Though I have recalled a little last night, the same blanks in my head remained blank. There were still a lot of missing pieces of me scattered somewhere that is out of my sight. I still feel empty with my present condition. Every now and then, I would do something and the kaleidoscopic effect in my head would occur, showing me visions of my pre-accident version.

Oh and another thing, I was in a party when that happened. There was like something in that party's aura that triggered me to remember. Then I almost fainted. Good thing that there was someone who caught me and helped me over it. He even talked to me so I'll feel a little lighter. I swear that whenever I remember something, I will end up getting drained out of energy.

The boy I was actually talking about was Karlos. I am pretty much sure that I mentioned him to you a little lot of times now. He actually kissed me when we went to the part where he brought up about how I actually feel for Darren. I admitted that I don't love the man and that I feel like I never actually did. Was that a bad thing?

Earlier this morning, I drove Karlos back to his house and he confessed that he likes me. It was like when he kissed me last night; it was his way to show me that he likes me. Journal, there is one question in my head now.

Is it bad if I feel the same for Karlos? Will it be bad of me that the feeling is mutual?

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