Memory Loss

Chapter Five

Chris

By Saturday I was home and alone for the first time since I'd left the hospital, Dad had some work to do, Sophie was at a friends and Mum really needed to do some food shopping. It was really hard getting used to being 18, I was so different. I couldn't get used to seeing my golden blonde hair short and styled or the fact that my 15 year old body was now a tall, tanned 18 year olds. Working out had definitly done me wonders, I was well tonned, had broad shoulders and a wicked 6 pack. I was just glad I didn't have to go through all the hard work and pain it took to make myself look this way, well I was glad I didnt remember it anyway. Brett assured me that I'd have to get back too it otherwise it would dissappear and I was stranagely looking forward to seeing what my body could do.

Mum had been testing me since got home and I was glad I was finally alone, I know she didn't mean to annoy me but the not remembering was driving me nuts and she was just reminding me of the things I had forgotton.

"Darling can you make me a cup of tea?" She asked this morning. After I had finally found the cups (god knows why she feels the need to change the kitchen around every fews years) I then found I had no idea which cup was her favorite and Sophie had to help me. Later she asked me to do the washing, something she assured me I did before the accident but I neither knew where we kept the powder or how to work the machine. In the end she gave up pressuring me but I could see she wouldn't stop testing me for long.

I had just jumped out of the shower when I heard the door bell ringing. Wrapping a towel around my waist I headed downstairs.

"Hello," I said opening the door and wondering too late if what I was wearing was acceptable door-opening attire.

"Hi." A voice replied.

"Tiffinay?" I asked shock.

The Tiffinay I knew, or remembered and had a huge crush on had nothing on the girl standing in front of me. Her blonde hair was straight and styled, she had one of those headbands with a bow on and it looked really cute, she like me had definitly grown up. She wasnt as pale as I remembered either but I was pretty sure it wasn't a natural tan. The one major change were her boobs, they'd grown alot. In a tight white tank top that could barely contain them they looked amazing. Hell she looked amazing.

"You remember me then?" She asked.

"Of course, well not the you now, I remember the fiften year old you." I correct myself.

"Well a lot has changed since then Chris," She told me stepping towards me and kissing my cheek.

I suddenly realised that this incrediably hot girl was coming onto me and I was standing there in nothing about a towel.

"Do you want to come in?" I asked.

She looked shocked but quickly covered it with a smile and after closing the door she followed me into the kitchen. I made her a drink and then ran upstairs to put on some clothes.

"Its real hot out Chris, shall we go in the garden?" Tiffany asked.

"Yeah of course."

I'd planned on taking her out there anyway, I hadn't even bothered to wear a t-shirt just some shorts.

"So Tiffany, do we know each other quite well? Are we good friends?" I asked as she got comfy on a sun lounger. I sat next her but didnt lay down. I was quite intriged to learn more about myself and if I could get information from someone as hot as Tiffiany then I was going to try my hardest.

"Oh Chris, we are more than friends," She smiled resting her hand on my thigh.

I gluped quite auidbly I thought but she didnt show that she notice. I was just gald that my new body didn't betray me like my old one used to. Now that would have been embrassing.

"Wow, I'm sorry I don't remember," I felt bad for this girl who's boyfriend didn't even remember they were dating.

"Its OK Chris, I understand."

"I guess if we are dating you know quite alot about me?"

"Sure," she nodded "ask me anything."

"Oh well..." I was a little stunned, I hadn't expect to see anyone today let alone my apparent girlfriend.

"Chris are you OK?" Tiffany asked sitting up.

"Yeah of course sorry, i'd like to know anything really. What do we do together? What are my hobbies, favortie band, song, drink ect you know just the little things." I told her.

"Oh well, You mostly only drink water or beer if we are out and your hobbies are hanging with your friends or going canoeing with your dad and Brett," she smiled.

"What do we do when we get together?" I asked wondering if actually it was a bit personal.

"Oh well you know, we watch films; Rom-Coms are our favorite and other stuff," she told me turning around slighty and I wondered if she was blushing.

I asked her a few more questions and then she seemed happy for a while but then I sensed she was getting a little bored so instead I asked her a few questions about herself, she talked happliy for ages about the things she had done in the last three years and it was fun listening to her, she brighten up talking about herself and I guess I could see why, it must be hard talking to someone about the things they like, telling someone what they used to do.

I laid back and settled into what I hope was a day in my old life.