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I put on the white shirt and raked my hair,damn it was greasy. I guess I'll wash it after wards,there wasn't much time anyway.
I walk in the room,to find Leah struggling with a backless dress.
She turns towards me,and I find myself getting turned on by her bare back.
Tie your shoes, avoid getting turned ON!
Yup,on it.
I bit my lip and tried to look down to my shoes, my cheeks burning hot. I wanted to get out,and probably Punch myself in the guts to restrain my animalistic side.
"Can't you wear something else? Its like February, you'll freeze." I say skeptically not looking at her.
"Oh yeah,right." Leah says ,the realization kicking in every syllable.
Leah quickly grabs a fresh shirt. As soon as she removes that dress,I storm out of the room. I breathe heavily and look at the clock.
7:00 pm.
Better hurry up,leah.
I couldn't scream,my own voice was ringing in my ears. Pretty ironic how I remember her full name,but have no clue about my own.
I walk back to her room,and gently knocked on the door, the door clicked open and I ended up almost breaking Leah's nose.
She stumbles for a second,grabs a dish towel and brutally wipes her nose,causing her to wince.
I walked to her and snatched the towel from her hands and began painting in reverse, to remove the blood.
Kiss her
What?, where?
On the nose,ya idiot
I leaned and planted a comforting kiss on her nose. Leah looks at me,not believing what just happened. Oh god, what had I done?.
Fuck it,I'm waiting by the car.
Leah follows my actions and unlocks the car. I slowly sat in the seat next to her.
"I'm sorry."
Leah's head snaps back to attention
"Don't worry,its no big deal. I used to do that too,remember?"
I smile back at her,and a terrible realisation claws in to me.
I didnt remember,I didnt remember anything, I don't remember me meeting Leah before 3rd grade,I don't remember her doing anything to my nose,I didnt even had a nosebleed in my 15 years in life.
Why couldn't I remember?
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ANNE
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