Don't You Forget About Me

Chapter 15~ Clarification

Chapter 15~ Clarification 

*Beca's P.O.V.*

I slowly woke up this morning hugging the imaginary life out of my pillow. I checked the time to see I still had a minute before my alarm clock is set to go off. I, deciding to try to enjoy that last minute, drop my head back down onto my pillow and begin falling back to sleep. I was just about to walk through the gates of "Becatopia" (yes I named my, for a lack of a better word, dreamland, deal with it.) when the screeching sound of my alarm clock jerked me awake. My eyes flicked open and I stared at the wall as I heard someone struggle to turn the clock off.

The alarm clock finally shut off and, without another thought about it, I tried to regain access to "Becatopia", 'try' being the key word. Just as I got comfortable my alarm clock went off again! I let out a loud groan as I rolled over slamming my fist on the dismiss button.

"You're awake." an unmistakeable voice said. I sat up and looked at Jesse who had made himself comfortable at my desk.

"And you're in my dorm." 

"Really?" he asked jokingly as he pretended to examine my room. "Hmm, it appears that I am."

"And no waffles this time." I said with a sarcastic smile planted on my face.

"Ran out of waffle mix." I jokingly nodded an understanding nod. 

"So, what are you doing here?" he took a deep breath as he stood and placed himself on my bed, being sure to stay facing me. 

"Well, Amy had to go to class and she didn't want to leave you here alone. She picked up her phone, clicked in a few digits, pressed talk-"

"Jesse, I know how to call someone." I cut him off. He gave me that cute smile, you know, that one that makes butterflies stir in my stomach and my brain second guess itself. "Why did she call you?" I asked, trying my hardest to ignore the power of that smile.

"Why not?" he asked. I couldn't think of a reason why not so he decided to share with me his thoughts as to why.

"Look babe, I am the only one that knows and remembers that wreck. I remember the screeching tires, crunching metal, busting glass, painful screams, and the certainty that we were dead. Now, I'm the only one that knows, from the doctor and google, every possible side effect of returning memories so I know how to take care of you instead of freaking out. Is there anyone better to take care of you? And did I just call you babe?"

"No, I can't and yeah, you did." I answered his questions.

"Force of habit." he retorted then silence filled the room. For the first time since I woke up the silence felt a little awkward.

"What happened?" I asked after a few moments of unbearable silence.

"What?" he asked shocked by my abrupt question.

"I remember my life but everything from being in that police car to the time that I woke up in the hospital is a big blank." I explained. "Can you maybe, fill in some of the blanks?" he looked a little hesitant but he agreed with a little head nod.

"Um, I've never really talked about it aloud before so it's gonna be a little hard but just bare with me." I nodded and looked at him. He looked away and cleared his throat before speaking.

"Um. Well, it, we started when you kissed me at finals last year. We began dating after that and we soon became inseparable. We would go to classes together, watch more movies together, and we would just do everything together. Eventually, the school year ended. I had to get back home but you stayed with your dad for a couple of weeks. When you went back home to stay with your mom I traveled down there to be with you." he looked at me again.