Amnesia (Jalex)

I'm a Walking Disaster

Title from Forget About It by All Time Low

(Alex's POV)

It's 2 am, and I'm still awake. I look over at Jack, sleeping soundly. I stand up, cringing as my joints crack. I lean over the bed and stare at Jack.

At one point, I loved him. What happened? Can love really be forgotten?

I reach out but stop inches away from his face. I'll admit, he does seem like my type. He's kind, thoughtful, caring. But he's also strong-minded, and patient.

I softly touch his cheek, cradling it in my hand. I pray to God that he doesn't wake up as I run my finger over his jawline.

Maybe I'm hoping touching him will make something in my head click.

I sigh softly and run my thumb over his soft lips. Have I ever kissed him? The tips of my fingers touch his hair. I just realized that his ear is pierced. I smile, but I want to cry.

I can't remember anything. I want to. I desperately want to remember everything, but I can't.

I retract my hand and sit back down in my mattress. Don't break down. Don't break down. Don't break down. Don't cry.

A single tear slides down my cheek.

Before I know it, I'm slapping my hand over my mouth to muffle my sobs.

"Alex?" Jack stares at me before coming down and holding me as I cry. "It's okay, let it all out," he pats my back softly.

"I-I'm sorry I'm s-so weak-" I manage between sobs.

"You aren't weak," he whispers gently. "You are the strongest person I know," he continues. "It's okay to be sad."

He holds me as I calm down. Once I can breathe normally again, he pulls away.

"You should try to sleep," he whispers. I realize how close we are. We could kiss right now. "You don't want to get sick because you didn't sleep," he continues, his eyes flicker down to my lips. I think he wants to kiss me.

Before I could do anything else, he stands up and sits on his bed. "Goodnight, Alex," he whispers.

"Goodnight, Jack," I answer softly.

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In the morning, I wake up to the sun hitting my face. Which is way better than an alarm clock. I look over and see Jack stirring. He looks at me and smiles. I smile back.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks. I nod. "My parents are probably at work, so how about pancakes?"

"Sure," I shrug.

We run down the stairs and see the batter already made.

Jack walks over and reads the note before smiling. "Thanks, mom!" He says, even though his mom is at work.

He starts making the pancakes while I set the table up.

"PANCAKES ARE SERVED!" He shouts, carrying over a huge stack of pancakes. I clap as he sets them down. We sit down and start eating.

"We used to do this all the time. It was like a tradition whenever someone slept over," he grins. I smile and nod.

"Jack?" I look up.

"Hm?" He hums in response.

"Is there anything dire that I need to know- that I might have forgotten?"

"Not really, I've pretty much told you everything," he shrugs.

I nod and we eat in a comfortable silence.