The Runaway Boy With Amnesia

Chapter Fourteen

The following Saturday afternoon, both Danny and I went to Linden Boulevard Multiplex Cinemas. He paid for the food while I paid for the tickets, Danny wanted to pay for everything, but I insisted. I wasn't sure if I should hold his hand; despite us being together, I still feel like there is something off, and I know it's me. We walk into theater two, taking our seats in the back, looking at the screen.

"I don't remember the last time being in a theater, let alone seeing a movie," I say.

"Me neither," Danny faced me with a smile.

About two and a half hours later, the movie ended. We both discussed our favorite scenes on the way home, as well I searched up a good hair salon that's close by but, on the way home I felt like Danny is watching me, keeps looking at me as if I'm a little kid that's going to be lost. I have the urge to put my headphones on listening to music, but I don't want to be rude, leaving Danny out.

"Hey, um, you cool walking home by yourself? I'm gonna go do this thing."

Danny shook his head, showing me he didn't like what I've said: "I'm not leaving you alone, you know."

"I know, but you don't have to, you can wait for me at home."

"No, I'm going with you. I like being with you. So, where are we headed?"

His voice was dead serious, saying those words to me. We are together, but I need to know why me? Why does he want to be with me? He is not going to tell me, but my memories will the question is which song from my playlist is going to show me? We got to our destination at the Commune Hair Salon.

"You wanted a haircut?" Danny asked.

"Yea...just a haircut," I chuckled.

We went in; everything in this place is fancy. I ask the lady if I can get my hair done; she told me it'd be a ten-minute wait, which I didn't mind. Danny and I took a seat; he began texting (probably one of the guys) while I put one headphone in my ear listening to the new Britney song 'Private Show.' After ten minutes are up, I got up, walking to the barber chair; she put the black cape around me as she gave a smile through the mirror.

"What kind of style would you like?" the lady asked.

I explain to her I wanted at least half of my hair semi-quarter shaved and add light blue dye all over. About an hour or so later, I look at the finish result fo my hair in the mirror. I smile, giving my approval of her work "This is what I wanted. Thank you," I beamed.

"No problem," she responded.

I put my hand in my pocket, taking out my wallet. As soon Danny notices and says he'll pay for it, he knew I wouldn't allow him to do that, "I insist," he offered.

The walk home was a bit awkward. We didn't say much on the way I feel as though I am distant with Danny as well with Derek and Jake; I know I am distant with everyone; it's not a good feeling.

"I need to talk to you," I told him.

"Sure," he didn't seem surprised, but I know he doesn't like it either.

We stop at an ice cream shop. I took a seat as Danny ordered; he comes back with two cups, one kit-kat, the other vanilla. "Here," he handed me the cup with kit-kat. "What's on your mind?" he asked, taking the first bite of his ice cream.

"I just want to say I'm sorry for being so distant with everyone it's not fair for any of you it's just-"

Danny cut me off, "I know, you're just having a hard time, and I understand. When I heard what happened to you, I got furious; it pissed me off ." I notice his hand touching mine, I look at it then at him "So, what did happen to me?" Danny looks down as if he's ashamed. "Please, I have the right to know," I pleaded. He looks back up his facial expression tells me he's broken, destroyed "We all decided it would be best not to tell you, we thought you couldn't handle it."

I look at him, frustrated. "It's no one's call to make but my own."

"You're right, but we all wanted to protect you."

"Can you at least tell me something?" I pleaded.

He sighed slightly, "We've been here before; this place was our first date."

I look around my surroundings, trying to wrap my head around what I just heard, "Wow," I whispered.

We both got up, continuing our walk back home. I went to my room putting my PJs on and of course, my headphones, scrolling through my music putting the song 'West Coast' by Lana Del Rey "I wonder what memory is going to pop up tonight" I whispered.