This Memory Is Ours

Fifth Memory

×X× Fifth Memory ×X×

   Any normal person could have already fainted, but my body stood firm. My brain was already scrambled as it is, so a punch wouldn't mix my brain any worse.

   I was glad that I didn't faint. I opened my eyes to see the guilty and funny surprised look on Tim's face, as if his soul has just flew out from his body. And so are the others' shocked expressions.

   "Oh my God. Tim punched a girl!" Maggie said.

   "W-wait I didn't mean to-" he uttered.

   "Oh my. Louise, are you okay?" Noreen said. Oh now she's concerened?

   "Tim's gay for hurting girls!" another guy said.

   "Hey wait- how did all of this turned onto me?" he said defensively.

   "I'm okay... I'm okay right?" I said. Suddenly I can feel something dripping from my nose. Oh please don't be mucus. Anything but that.

   "Gaah- she's bleeding!" Maggie said.

   "Tsk. Tsk... Look at what you did Tim. Shame on you, guy. Shame on youuu." the guy near Noreen said. "I'd never hit a girl."

   "Hey! I didn't mean to- I- didn-... Waaaa. I'm so sorry Louise." Tim apologized and bowed. Wow, I can't believe he can be this easily manipulated.

   "Tim is gay. Tim is gay." Everyone said in chorus.

   "No.... I'm okay. Don't worry. It's just a nosebleed." I said. I felt my other nose bleed now. Shoot.

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   Tim accompanied me to the clinic to get my nose fixed and I changed into my pe uniform. The nurse told me to put ice on my nose to prevent swelling.

   "Burrr... It'ch old." I said. I'm pretty sure that he didn't understand what I just said because I was blocking my nose.

   "Hey listen." he sat beaide me. "I'm really sorry about your nose. I hope you don't think of me like I'm some deliquent who punches girls for fun. I don't usually do that."

   "Usually?" I wondered. "I forgive you anyway. Besides, it wasn't your fault in the first place. It was my close friends' fault."

   "Seriously? After all that, you still believe that they're your friends?" he said letting out a giggle.

   "Aren't they?" I asked. Although I already know the answer. Based from his memory, that prank has happened before.

   "I'm not surprised, I forgot that you see the good in everything." he said. "They're practically your enemies. I for one, am your real best friend in this school." he proudly said.

   "Really? I don't know... I'm kinda having trust issues with you. I mean the teacher did say to not believe anything you say. My impression of you isn't really getting any better with what happened earlier." I said. He looked offended. He clasped his shirt, the part near his heart.

   "I'm deeply hurt by what you just said."

   "But... Thanks again... For saving me." I said.

   "Again?" he asked. Oh shoot! I'm blewing it. "Do you remember it happening before?"

   "Umm... Yeah. Just a fragment though." I said in defense.

   "Oh yeah... I haven't properly introduced myself yet huh." He stood up infront of me, pat the top of my head twice and caressed it vigorously making it messy. He moved his head closer to mine . "My name is Timothy Croxx, age 18, height 5"9 err... Eye color hazel nut brown aaaaand... I'm yout best friend. Trust me."