73 Memories

The Fifteenth Memory

A month after I told you about my horribly accurate memory, you only tried to get me to talk about it three times before you realized that I wasn't going to willing to give any information on the subject. But you still talked to me, and that made me happier than you could ever understand. However, on this particular day, you talking to me wasn't the best thing that had happened to me, but the words you said were.

You had just pulled into your driveway, and we didn't get out of your car. We didn't even speak for the longest time. We just sat there in a comfortable silence until you finally spoke. You turned toward me in your seat, and my attention was immediately trained on you. "Hey."

I laughed at the situation, but I think you thought I laughed at you because your cheeks immediately turned crimson. "Hey." I sounded winded, and I felt it too because I laughed so much. "What's up?"

You smiled a little, looking down into your lap. "I um... I have something to ask you."

I didn't know what to say to that, so the car was silent for a minute until I found something to say that didn't make me sound as vulnerable as I felt in that moment. "So why don't you ask it?"

"Because I'm scared to," you mumbled, and I felt my heart race.

"You have no reason to be scared, you idiot. I'm the one who should be scared." I didn't realize until you said something back that that was a little too much information.

"Why?"

I shook my head. "Nevermind. Just ask me the question."

Another long pause on your part. "Okay. Okay, okay."

"... You still didn't ask the question, you know that right?"

"Yeah."

"Why are you acting so weird?" I punched you in the arm. "As long as you don't ask me to hide the body of someone you accidentally killed when you opened your door and hit them, making them fall and crack their head open inevitably spreading their brain all over the ground."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oddly specific, but no, I don't want to ask you if you'll help me hide a body."

"Then ask me, please. The suspense is literally breaking me down on the inside."

You sighed. "Okay, but even if you answer negatively, you can't unfriend me."

"Deal," I shrugged. "You're the only one I have, anyway."

"False. You have a family."

"That's false. I have a father who doesn't speak to me. It's hardly family when you forget what their voice sounds like."

You nodded sympathetically, and I knew that you didn't really understand how true my statement was. You didn't know at the time that ever since my father and I moved here, the only time he talked to me was the first day when he was talking to me about when the movers would arrive with our stuff.

"Ask. The. Question. And. Stop. Stalling."

"Fine! Will you, God this sounds so cheesy, will you be my girlfriend?"

I snorted, and your eyes widened. "Is that a no?"

"No, that's not a no. That's a 'Why did you waste so much time on this question, you stupid idiot? I would love to be your girlfriend."

I leaned over and kissed you, but you were grinning so widely you couldn't kiss me back.