Kians POV
*1 month later*
Im living with that curly haired person who's name is apparently JC. He's been helping me regain my memory for the past month. He's told me that I used to run a big time writing company.
*flashback*
"Why'd I quit it?" I asked him.
He sighed, "because you fell in love."
*end of flashback*
That's all he told me really. He didn't mention who I fell in love with. He said that I would find out for myself. I wonder when I'm gonna find out for myself. I wonder when I'm going to have my memory back. I wonder when I can run up to the girl I love and kiss her. If it even is a girl. Am I gay? I don't know. I sit here wondering things but I don't ask. I feel bad when I bombard jc with questions about me. He didn't ask to be my caretaker. I look down at my dry cracked hands and think. I need to know who the person is. I need to talk to them. I walked downstairs and called out for JC.
I catch him in the kitchen making a sandwich.
"JC I need to ask something," I timidly admitted.
With a mouthful he replied,"Shoot."
I placed my hands on his shoulders, "I need to know who I fell in love with. Jc please. I need to talk to them."
He sighed and looked at me.
Jade's POV
my phone rang at 10:45pm.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Is this Jade Matthews?"
"Yes who is this?"
"My name is kian. I need to talk to you."
I felt a large lump form in my throat.
"W-what do you need to talk to me for?" I stammered.
"I can't talk over the phone. Could I meet you somewhere?"
"Now?"
"No tomorrow. Dairy Queen at 12?"
"Sure."
"Bye jade."
"Goodnight kian."
I let out a large breath. How does he know me? He has amnesia. I'm gonna kick Jc's ass. I huffed falling backwards onto my bed. What am I going to say to him?
