100 Days [Part 1&2]

Chapter 27

Now before you precious readers go ninja on Will, please remember that it isn't his fault he doesn't remember Flower ;D

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Chapter 27

"Will, don't you remember me?" I shook him softly because the doctor said he couldn't move so much or else he might faint or feel a little dizzy. Which suck 'cause I really wanted to shake him really badly and scream at his face. I mean, how could he forget about me? Sure, he was annoying and him forgetting who I was made him being polite and nice which was actually an improvement, but I still missed the old Will and the new Will didn't know how to fight at all. So him defending himself while Lance was out to get him, wasn't going to benefit us at all. 

"You look familiar, but I couldn't remember where I seen you before." We practically live together! I didn't shout that out of course because that would be a little weird. "Are you my girlfriend or something?" His question made me froze on my spot. 

"You're really pretty, kinda cute. Adorable, in fact. You're my girlfriend,right? Because I only go for cute girls." He said and winked at me. On normal situations that didn't involve Will losing his memory, I would have kicked his butt. But now, just seeing him on the white hospital bed, with that bandage wrapped around his forehead to the back of his head, and his hair falling all over it, just made my face red and I kinda choked on my spit. 

"Uh, I'm not your girlfriend..." I said while trying my best to not choke on my spit again. Will smirked at me, obviously he knew I liked him. God, I feel so stupid. I wanted to back away from Will, but when I did so, I only ended up tripping and over my own feet and falling all over his lap. 

I heard him winced in pain. "Sorry, I'm kinda clumsy these days. Sorry..." 

He grabbed my arm, helping me up. "It's okay, being clumsy because of me being in the room is normal. Who doesn't get nervous being around their boyfriend, right?" He was smirking again. I quickly pulled myself away from him and sat on the chair beside his bed. I even crossed my legs like a lady so I wouldn't seem so...nervous? 

"William." My dad spoke up. Whoa, I almost forgotten that he was in the room. Stupid Will and his cuteness. 

"Are you my future dad-in-law?" Okay, now he was just being cheeky. 

"Hmm, maybe." I gave my dad a WTF look and he just shrugged and smiled at me. I made a mental note to never ever confess about my crushes in front of him ever again. It would just make me feel awkward and moody. 

"Will, maybe you should rest. We'll try to help you remember tomorrow." I was about to stand up when Will grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him. 

Our lips met each other and I swear, I looked so stupid with my eyes open. It was a quick kiss and soon he pulled away. "I don't remember you, but I do remember that I did like you. If you're my girlfriend, thank you for the goodnight kiss." he whispered into my ear before releasing his grip on my wrist. 

"Bye Flower." for a second there I thought he remembered me. But then I remembered that 'Flower' was a term of endearment. And lots of guys called girls 'Flower'. I sighed in frustration and exit the hospital with my Dad. 

It was dark outside and two in the morning. Will's little surgery took a long time and we could only see him during two in the morning when he was finally conscious. Dad said he would notify the school that Will and I won't be attending school for a few days because Will was in the hospital and I was going to have to take care of him. I asked Dad since when Will became my responsiblity and he only replied me with, "Since you became his so-called girlfriend." 

When I finally climbed into my soft bed, I realized I was really tired. Plus having my period wasn't exactly helping my strength either. 

My fingers traced my lips where Will's lips had been minutes ago. 

Even though I had cried a lot back in the hospital, I could feel tears building up in my eyes again. Right then, I wasn't crying because I'm on me period, I wasn't crying because Lance and Avery teamed up to kill me, I wasn't crying because I might die anytime when I'm walking alone at the streets because it would be a good opportunity for Lance to strike, I was crying because the guy I like couldn't at least give me a proper goodnight kiss. 

Oh how shallow I feel right now. 

"Fleur?" I heard my brother's sweet voice outside of my room, followed by a knock. 

"Come in, Frank." I quickly wiped away my tears and tried to make my voice sound normal. 

The door creaked open a little and my little brother smiled at me as he came into the room. He climbed into my bed next to me and sighed. "I had a bad dream." I smiled, when we were younger, Frank would always climb into bed when he'd have bad dreams. And everytime I would find him snoring soundly next to me in the morning. It was something I secretly enjoyed because it was the only special sister-brother bonding time I had with him back then. 

"What was it about?" I asked, staring at my dark ceiling. 

"You were crying, and Will was crying too." 

"Huh. Well, you don't need to worry. The both of us wouldn't cry." 

"You are lying." 

"What?"

"You were crying before I came in. I know what happened. And I know Will misses you right now while he's in the hospital." 

"He lost his memory, Frank. I don't think he remembers me." 

"You should know something. Boys would never forget liking a girl, even though they have forgotten the girl's name or what the both of them did together. I know Will remembers liking you." 

"How did you know he likes me?" 

"Have you ever wondered why he plays Mario Cart me all the time?" Yeah, I remembered. When I wasn't around, he and Frank would hang out and play Mario Cart. I just thought it might be something boys did; playing together. 

"No, isn't that normal? I mean, two guys hanging out and stuff?" 

"He uses that time to ask me about you." Frank said softly. "Here." He took a paper out of his pocket and handed it to me. I slowly unfolded it and saw Will's hand-writing on it. 

Facts about Flower:
- Temper problems
- Favorite ice-cream ~ cookies and cream
- Likes the color Purple
- Loves teddy bears but wouldn't admit it
- Hates being called 'Flower'

"He asked you all this?" I asked Frank but he was no longer in the room. Somehow I had a feeling that brat didn't see me just because he had a bad dream.