Previously: Why can't I remember who this person is?
I wake up in my own bed in my apartment. I hear some clanging coming from the kitchen. I get up and head to the kitchen to investigate. I see Ryan standing and someone guy. He looks familiar but I can't quite place him. I feel like I've known him forever though. "You're up! How's your head?" "What do you mean? What happened to my head?" I begin to panic as I feel my head and rush over to the closest mirror. There doesn't appear to be anything wrong with it. Not that I can see. But of course everything is really blurry since I'm not wearing my glasses or have contacts in. "Hey hey. Calm down. You hit your head really hard yesterday and I just wanted to make sure it's fine on the inside okay?" Ryan grabs my head covering my hands to stop me from hurting myself further. "You don't have a headache or anything?" I shake my head. "Okay. Come. Sit. Ethan and I made breakfast." I grab Ryan's arm to stop him from walking away from me. "Ryan, Who is Ethan?" Ryan's eyes grow wide. "You don't remember him?" He asks in a hushed voice. I shake my head. "Fuck. Well, don't- don't.. give me a second okay?" I let go of Ryan's arm and let him walk away while I go sit at the table in the dining room. "What do you mean she doesn't remember me?" The other person who was standing in the kitchen storms into the dining room. "You don't remember me?" I look up at him with a blank expression to hide my fear of what he might possibly do. I slowly shake my head. "So you don't remember me and you-" "Ethan, bro, this is gunna hurt worst if you try to get her remember forcefully. You just gotta let her do it in her own." Ryan places his hand on who must be Ethan's shoulder. He looks at me like he's angry I don't remember him. But also frustrated and upset about it. "I'm sorry-" "why don't you remember me?" His voice comes out soft and broken. "I want to. I really do. But I don't even remember what happened yesterday when I supposedly hit my head." Now he looks really upset. "Ethan. Ethan-" Ryan tries to get Ethan to stop from walking away "I need some air." And with that he leaves. I look up at Ryan, scared. "Why's he so upset I don't remember him?" "Angel, he's always had a big crush on you and right before you hit your head he was finally doing what he always wanted. He was doing pretty well too because from what he says you guys did things you haven't even done with me." "Did he specify what the things were?" "No. He said you made him swear on his life he wouldn't give out exactly what happened." That really sounds like me. But why can't I remember him? I can't be too mad at myself for getting him though. He's pretty hot if I do say so myself. I smirk while looking down at my hands. "Did I feel the same way about him?" "Yes" I seriously need to remember him because this is just dumb that I supposedly snagged a hot guy and I can't remember any of the shit we did together.
*the next day*
I hear my phone buzzing. It's really early. What time is it even? My phone says 7:32am. It buzzes again endlessly meaning I'm getting a call. Without even checking who it is I answer. "Hello?" "I want you to remember me so bad." I can tell they've been crying "so so bad. But I also want to give you some good memories to replace those until they come back." "What are you saying?" "I'm saying come downstairs. I'm in the white and red Jeep." "Okay" I quickly pull the first sweater I see, over my head and put on my slides, grabbing my keys, bringing myself outside. I spot the white Jeep with red details and I assume he must be talking about this one since I can hear it running. I climb into the passenger seat and look over at him. "You're wearing my sweater." I look down at the sweater I'm wearing and realize he must be right because I don't recognize it as my own. "It was the first one I saw. I'm sorry. I can go get a different one-" "no no. It's fine. It always looked better on you then it did me anyway" he half smiles. It makes me smile too. He hands me a coffee and I take a sip of it. I close my eyes taking in the flavor and savoring every bit of it. "My favorite" Ethan chuckles "I know" he starts to back out of the the parking space and heads out onto the road. "Where are we going?" "Somewhere. You'll see. I just hope you remember it." He mumbled the last part but I heard him. "Ethan, I'm in my pajamas though. And my hair is a mess. You're lucky I'm even letting you see me like this." "Trust me you look fine for where we're going, and you always look amazing." "I just woke up five minutes ago. I know that I look like absolute trash. Don't even lie to me." Ethan smirks "I'm not lying. You could have yesterday's makeup on and your hair be a total mess like in the tv commercials for shampoo you know? With the absolute dirtiest clothes you could find and you'd still be the most beautiful human I've ever seen." He places his hand on my thigh. Looks like out of habit. I smiled down at it and place my hand on top. "I want to remember you so bad. You seem like you were really good to me. Plus you're like really hot and it's kinda unbelievable that I got you wrapped around my finger." "Oh I'm totally whipped. Just for you though. Nobody else felt as right to do any of this stuff for."
