Random One-Shots

I sure as hell remember

Hello. I'm Dean. Remember me?

I sure as hell remember you. When I saw you the first time, I could only think how you walked like you owned the whole room.

I sure as hell remember how you told me to stop staring at you. You said you weren't a princess, I laughed. "You would never pass as one" I joked, and you slapped me.

The next time I saw you, you were wearing a white blouse. It made your eyes look greener, and something inside me just wanted to tell you how pretty you were. I sure as hell remember that I didn't.

Weeks passed, we grew closer. I was your brother, you always joked about that. "Don't flirt with me, my big bro will punch you". Little did you know, I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill every single man that approached you.

I sure as hell remember how you hated rock music. I sure as hell remember fighting over the TV remote on movie night.

I finally got the courage to ask you on a date. I don't think you realized it was a date, and we ended up eating cheap burgers in my car. We looked at the stars. I wanted to tell you how you made me feel. I wanted to drop that cheesy "The stars are so beautiful tonight, but you are even more" so you would punch me and laugh and tell me to shut up. I sure as hell remember I didn't.

I never did. I kept watching other men kissing you, tangling their fingers on your long brown hair, making you giggle in ways I couldn't. I kept dying inside, hoping for you to notice me. You never did.

But I stayed. There. By your side. When every single of those men left, I was there. But still, you gave them the kind of love you never gave me.

I can't count the times I forced a smile when you called me brother. Don't get me wrong, I loved being your big brother, your guardian, but that meant I couldn't hold you in my arms, and kiss you when I wanted to. But I sure as hell remeber I never did anything to correct you, to gain other title, the one I really needed to hear.

Finally, I did it. I asked you to go on a date with me, a real one. I can still hear you chuckling. "Alright, but you better take me somewhere fancy!". I promised I would. "Next Saturday" you said "Come pick me up at seven".

I sure as hell remember how happy I was, driving to your house. You were already waiting for me at the door. You were wearing that same white blouse, and this time I did tell you how stunning you looked. I sure as hell remember that you told me not to be a girl, but you blushed. That blush gave me the confidence I needed, and I leaned over to kiss you. You didn't push me away, yet you didn't kiss me back. I sure as hell remember the look on your face. I sure as hell remember my apologies, but you still said nothing. I jumped back on my car and left, embarrasment all over my body.

I sure as hell remember not seeing you, not talking to you for a couple days Then, the text message. "I'm coming over to your place. We need to talk". I waited, and waited, but you never showed up.

I sure as hell remember a call from an unknown number. I sure as hell remember driving to the hospital. Seeing you there, laying in a bed, your beautiful face covered in bruises and your eyes... Oh, those green eyes that I could never be able to see again were closed.

"She's in a bad condition. She will have a hard time recovering, but don't worry. We are doing everything we possibly can". The words that were supposed to calm me down only made me even more and more angry.

I sure as hell remember storming out of the room. I sure as hell remember how I started drinking every night. I sure as hell remeber calling you, just to hear you in your voicemail. I sure as hell remember crying myself to sleep, and blaming everything on me. If I hadn't left... If I hadn't tryied to kiss you in the first place, you would probably be by my side right now, laughing with that beautiful smile of yours, the one that made the day brighten up.

Days went by like that. I recieved another call. I rushed to the hospital again. I sure as hell remember the doctor telling me "She has woken up". I sure as hell remember him grabbing me. "She has had a partial memory loss from the trauma".

Those words pierced through my skin like cold bullets. What did that mean? You didn't remember? You didn't remeber the summer afternoons looking at the sunset? What about the snowball fights in December? Did you forget about movie night every Friday? Did you... Forget about me?

I sure as hell remember walking in. Looking at you. At the girl I loved, love and will love.

"Alice" I wispered.

You turned around and we made eye contact.

"Hello. I'm Dean. Remember me?"