Amnesia

This Is When You Say I Love You

Bacon.

That's what I smell when i get up. Well burning bacon.

I follow the scent into the kitchen to find Luke putting burnt bacon onto a plate.

"Luke? What are you doing?" He turns around sheepishly and smiles.

"I uh tried to make bacon. It didn't work." He looks down sadly and I shake my head.

"Well good thing burnt bacon is good." I shrug and take a bite of one. And I immediately spit it out.

"That bad?" He asks as I rush to get some milk.

"Yes. Your bacon is always bad. Why did you try to make it?" I turn around and see Calum leaning against my doorway.

"Well not everyone can cook like a pro." I hear Luke mumble as he walks past me to Calum.

"Sorry to take your bestie away but we gotta get ready for our show ." Calum apologizes and they leave.

"So much for a happy birthday." I say softly as I go to the door because the doorbell rung.

"Uh what are you doing here?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Hi I'm Trey O'Connor...Sydney?" I stand shocked as I look at Trey.

"Yes, what are you doing here?" I repeat as I look over him. His hair is tussled just right where it makes you want to run your hands through it. He has on dress pants, a white button up and grey over coat with nice black shoes.

"I uhm.. your parents they sent me to train you in the hotel, get you ahead so you can run the one here soon." He spits out quickly.

"My parents sent you?" I ask as I let him in.

"Well yeah, I'm 24. And head of their marketing department in two of their chains."

"You're 24?" I ask incredulously.

"Yes. Now go get dressed so we can head to the hotel. Oh and happy birthday." He smirks as if he knows he's the first to tell me.

"Whatever." I go upstairs. I put on black ripped skinny jeans, a white over sized knit sweater, and black boots. After I straighten my hair I put on a black beanie, do quick makeup and then head down stairs, grabbing my purse, keys, and phone on the way.

"You're wearing that to work?" He asks and I laugh.

"I own the hotels. I can wear whatever the fudge I want." I smirk and walk out the door.

"Fudge?"

" I try not to curse" I explain simply and he gives me a curt nod.

"Oh I see. So I'll meet you at the hotel?" I nod and smile before getting into my car and driving away. I don't fail to notice the guys watching as we drive away.

"I'm bored." I tell Trey after a couple hours of working.

"Well we're done for the day, luckily. You need to not be bored since you'll be running this place soon." He tells me and I sigh.

"But I don't want to run it." I mumble to myself but he hears me.

"And what do you want to do then?" He asks as he walks with me down to the elevator.

"I want to design clothing." I say shyly. "I love fashion."

"Really? You're going to go and be like those four guys? Basking in the admiration of others because of one little talent that most people have?" I turn to him and raise an eyebrow.

"No I want to do what I love. And they don't do that. They're real." I tell him as we step off of the elevator.

"I'm sure they are." He says sarcastically as we wait for the valet.

"You're no better. You think you're better than everyone because you're 24 and head of a marketing department. You're no better than anyone else." I respond as I turn to him.

"I'm better than you. At least I haven't been drunk and high in magazines. Or am a spoiled brat who thinks her parents world revolves around her." He spats back and my mouth hangs open.

"You think I like being pushed and prodded by the paparazzi? You think I like that my parents not only are as known as they are but now they have gotten even more famous, causing me to be harassed by the paps? My best friends make me deal with it too. I don't like this Trey. I'm far from a spoiled brat." I bite back before getting in my car and driving away.

Just as I get home my phone rings.

"What?" I ask angry and regret it when my parents' voices come through.

"That is not how I respectable lady talks Sydney." My mother says.

"We just called to say happy birthday." My father bluntly states.

"Thanks. I-" My mom cuts me off.

"Oh sweetie we're getting another call. We'll see you in a few weeks." she says to me.

"I love you guys." I say hopelessly.

"Goodbye." They chime and hang up.

"That was when you're supposed to say I love you." I grumble.

But what should I expect from them? Nothing. Nothing at all.