She doesn't remember,
Her mind blank from the memories they shared,
The love that she felt,
It was taken from her, and now she will have to pay the consequences.
#Adventure contest.
#Number4 Déjà vu
#1 Danna 11/11/19
Danna nearly slapped her controller against the table she was leaning on, shouting when another monster came her way.
She got her shot gun and shooted at it, full into the game shouting as Eliot cried beside her, his character dead, killed by Danna.
"You killer!" He wailed, flinging his arms against the chair.
He tossed the controller on the table and got up huffing, fixing his messy hair.
"I need to get ready" He mumbled, going into his bedroom, Danna left the game hearing this and followed him excitedly.
"So who's the girl?" Danna tapped him, Eliot spared her a glance before searching through his messy pile of clothes.
What was he sopposed to wear on a date?, Jeans or a suit?.
"Ally" Danna gasped,
"No way Ally?, I wouldn't have expected her to ask you on a date.." Danna gulped when she saw his glare.
"Are you saying I can't end up with a popular girl like her, cause of me being a nerd?" He almost spat,
"No!, No its just that no one would have expect her to ask you than the Jenson"
Jenson was the most popular guy in their school, a side liner for basket ball, sadly for him but a total ladies man.
And Ally the second popular girl in school had been chasing after him all these years, he only left her after teasing her, leaving her wanting more of him.
And now she was asking Eliot out?.
By her statement she was only digging up her own grave with his glare turned to her.
"It's possible" He only said.
"Well atleast try both, wear your blue jeans with your pink suit, it will be cute" Danna held up his clothes.
"But I don't want to be cute!" He all but moaned, Danna giggled but stopped when she saw Noah sling his brown jacket on from the hallway and run down the staircase, a phone always near his ear.
She wondered who was at the end of the other line on the phone.
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Lost.
There are only two meanings of being lost:
1. Unable to find one's way; not knowing one's whereabouts.
