Just Friends: The Sequel.

Part II: Chapter Four

 I struggled to get back into her room on crutches. Scott and Casey went to get their car and were going to wait for me out front. Casey was right, though. I needed to try and at least let her know I cared, instead of ignore her and treat her like the asshole she thinks i am.

Reina seemed surprised that I was visiting her again. She looked better. Her face wasn't as bruised and the scar on her cheek seemed to fade a little bit. It was a relief to know that she was at least okay.

"Hey..." I trailed off, balancing unevenly on my crutches. "Mind if I sit?"

She didn't seem to mind, so I rested my crutches on the side of her hospital bed and sat down on the hard plastic chair. All I could hear was the slow beeping of the monitors as i tried to ignore her intense gaze.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Alright." She shrugged, doodling something on the notebook in her lap. "I mean, for someone who can't remember the past two years, I'm doing alright."

I actually smiled for the first time in two weeks once she said that.

"Yeah." I laughed, turning to look at her. "So, did Casey fill you in on who I am to you? Or, was?"

"The love of my life." She quoted in the air with her fingers. "I guess. Right?"

The look in her eyes doesn't feel the same as it used to. There's no love there. It pains me every single time I look at her because I'm so in love with this girl, and she has no idea who I even am. It's like all that hard work I put in was for nothing, and I can't stop thinking about that. All of that work... for nothing.

"Um, yeah." I finally sighed. "I wanted to come here and apologize for last week. I didn't mean to react like that. It's just hard for me. Probably not as hard as it is for you, but I don't want you to think of me as that asshole again Reina. We have so much history. Two years worth. I've worked so hard to get to where we are you just have no idea."

"Well I'd like to know." She said quietly. "If you were the love of my life, then I want to know more about us. Obviously we had chemistry if I dated you. I'm not exactly the dating type."

I laughed again, causing her to smile at me. She definitely wasn't the dating type before she met me. I wasn't either. Chemistry wasn't a question for us. After we had sex? Chemistry definitely wasn't even a question.

"I wasn't either." I said. "We both weren't until we met each other. Then you just..." I smile again, shaking my head in disbelief. "You got me to fall hard for you. I worked my ass off to make you mine. We got a house together at the start of this past semester."

"We have a house?" She asked,, her eyes growing wide.

"Yeah. Well, it's an apartment. But it's somewhere to live."

I peek over at her notebook and see that she's drawn a bunch of different flowers. Roses, sunflowers, tulips. It was pretty good, too. She seemed embarrassed, because she started to cover them up with her hand, so I sat back into my chair again and just stared at her once more. It looked like she was deep in thought until she closed her notebook and put it onto the table to the left of her bed.

"I'm being discharged today." She finally said. "Casey told me I could stay with her and Scott at their house until I figure things out, but do you think it would be okay if I stayed with you?"

"Yes." I immediately blurted out, sounding like an idiot. "I'd like that."

"Me too." She replied. "I want to remember you... and us. Maybe if I'm in our house my memory will start to come back."