Amnesia || muke

Chapter 8

I flicked through the TV channels in attempt to find something good to watch. I was slightly disappointed with the selection, but being a Thursday lunchtime I hadn't had high expectations anyway.

I'd been out of hospital for two days, and only once had Skyler and mum both been in the house at the same time as me. I didn't mind though, without them in the house I could do whatever I wanted. Skyler left for college in a week so mum had picked up some extra shifts, so I'd soon have even more free time before I had to go back to school in two weeks time.

I pulled out my phone out and scrolled through the contacts. My old  phone had been destroyed in the car crash, but mum had a lot of money, so it wasn't long before I had a replacement.
I stopped when I saw Luke's name saved, and considered texting him. But he hadn't spoken to or contacted me in a week and I didn't want to look desperate by trying to talk to him first. Even though deep down, I really wanted to be his friend, and I couldn't do that without talking to him.

I sighed, and put my phone on the coffee table in front of me, without texting Luke.

For some reason, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Michael. I wanted to find out more about our so called relationship. I needed to know if it was true. I considered my options for a minute. I could either let it go, and spend the rest of my life wondering, or I could just call him, get him to come over and find out some answers.

I picked up my phone again and scrolled back through my contacts, stopping when I saw his name and pressing call.

I counted the beeps as it dialed, and heard his voice down the line after the fifth ring.
"Hello?" He called.
I took a deep breath in, "Hey, Michael. It's Sophie."
"Soph-" He stuttered, "What's up?"
I bit my lip, was this really a good idea? 
"Are you still there?" He asked after a few seconds.
I nodded, then realized he couldn't see me, "Yeah, Yeah I'm here. Can you come over? I need to talk to you."
He made a little squeak, "I'll be there in 10 minutes." 
"Okay." I said.
Okay." He replied, "I'll see you soon."

I put my phone back down and stood, grabbing my crutches and making my way to the bathroom as best as I could. My leg wasn't as sore as I had expected it to be, which I guess was a good thing. 

I groaned as I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and started to apply a little light makeup. Not for Michael, but  for me. I didn't believe in dressing up for other people, I dressed up for myself.

I'd just finished applying a little mascara when the doorbell rang. 
I was more nervous than expected and I wasn't sure why. This guy wasn't a threat, he wasn't gonna hurt me. I'd just ask a couple of questions and ask him to leave, simple.

The walk from my bathroom to the front door felt like it took years. But when I reached it, I unlocked and pulled back the door without thinking.

"Hey." I said, when I saw him standing there.

He'd dyed his hair from the last time I saw him, it was a light purple now rather than a bright blue. He wore blue skinny jeans and a white sex pistols shirt.

"Hey." He answered, taking a step closer, "You look beautiful. Can I come in?"
I nodded and pulled the door back more, "Yeah, come into the lounge."
He smiled softly and walked past me, walking straight up the couch without hesitation and planting himself down.

"Your hairs different." I said as I sat on the other couch.
"Yeah, you said I'd need to learn to do it myself one day, so I did."
"I never said that."
He looked up at me, "You did. Before the accident."
I looked down at the ground, "yeah, about that." I paused for a few seconds, "Can you tell me about us?"
He raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

I suddenly felt really awkward and wished I hadn't invited him over without thinking about it properly first.
"I don't know, just tell me, what were we like? what did we do?" 
He smiled, "Do you wanna hear a story?"
I nodded.