My eyes fluttered open and sunlight flooded my vision. I groaned and blocked my eyes by jerking a loose blanket over my eyes.
"Not a morning person?" Eden giggled standing over the back of the couch which faced the kitchen. I pulled the blanket down still squinting, her voice had startled me slightly. I ignored her question and wiped the sleep out of my eyes with the back of my hand then pushed myself up making myself groan louder in pain. "Here, let me help." Eden moved the blankets back and supported my body as I sat up. She did everything so carefully as if I was a rare antique glass doll or something like that.
"Thanks." I mumbled plainly and half smiled. I didn't mean to come across so grumpy but I was not enjoying this morning.
"So, do you remember anything?" Eden asked carefully as she returned to the task she was working on before I awoke.
"No, nothing yet, I feel like I know you though. Have we met before this?" I had a strange feeling like Eden had been someone I already knew. I felt so comfortable and loose around her. She seemed to return the feeling because she spoke freely and calm towards me, she didn't use the stern voice I only heard once before. I looked back at her while she seemed to be cooking and thinking hard as if her reply might be life threatening.
"We've never officially met, I know you're an underclassman, you're probably sixteen, and we go to the same school. I've always sort of found you interesting so I'd watch you in the halls." She moved whatever she had cooked to a plate and smiled at me. "But I don't mean that in a creepy way, I just mean you're pretty talented, I know a few things about you that might spark a few memories." She shrugged and turned back to her cooking.
"Tell me the things you know, please?" I thought about what she said trying to remember.
"Well, you're really talented in the arts, I've seen you perform in musicals, you're really amazing. You're also very skilled with soccer. You can draw really well. I always see you with a boy, maybe your boyfriend?" Her eyes were bright as if she was excited to tell me how "talented" I was but they dulled as she mentioned the boy. I still didn't remember anything, but boyfriend didn't seem like a correct word.
"Do you know the boy's name? Maybe that will help?" I mumbled thinking as hard as I could.
"I think Zach? Or something like that." She mumbled trying to remember as well. I thought harder taking in the name thinking of every letter one by one. Zach, Z-a-c-h, did I know a Zach? My mind flashed through small images then like a car sliding on black ice it hit me.
"Zachariah!" Eden looked at me with wide eyes as I shouted out his name. The single name seemed to be like a flood gate opening, memories rushed in overwhelmingly. "He's my best friend, we've grown up together but we would never ever date." Eden look relieved by that, I didn't understand why, maybe she just didn't like him. "I am sixteen, and I remember you, I kind of watched you in the halls as well." I rambled on making Eden smile. "I don't remember why I watched you too but I did, you play soccer as well! You're really great at it." Eden's face was red and she had a huge grin plastered upon it. I paused my rambling suddenly and asked: "Did I have my phone with me or near me when I fell?" The question was dumb but I hoped.
"No, I don't think so. I'm sorry." Eden set two plates on the table where she sat on last night then she sat down next to me.
"Damn" I mumbled. "Do you know Zachariah's number?" I mumbled again a little louder. She shook her head.
"No, I don't even know him really, although I do know where he lives. His sisters on my team, we used to be friends." She didn't seem too thrilled mentioning that, but if I had known why she seemed so unpleased I still didn't remember. "If you want I can go get Zachariah after school hours and bring him here?" She continued.
