Please Don't Forget

Margarie's perspective

Ok, before we start I need to say I'm sorry because I couldn't find the normal picture for the chapters so I looked and found this. Hope you like it!

The pretty boy stared at me. "Let's just go home," he said his voice cracking. I shrugged and tried to stand up, my body highly disagreed. Pretty boy caught me and hauled me onto his back. I opened my mouth to tell him I could walk but my mouth couldn't form the words. I let him carry me to his house as I breathed in his deodorant, lavender honey. 
She decided his/her name must be Lavender because she could.

It's John Margie!

Then she thought, wait what is MY name. She racked her brain then settled on Honey.

How creative.

Lavender set her down on the bed and said "I, we need to fix this. Now." I looked at her curiously and said, "Well what do we do Lavender?." Lavender looked at me and tears began to spill from her eyes, I rushed up to her but just ended up on the floor. Lavender wiped her eyes and said, "Sorry, I forgot that yo-" her voice broke "My name is John, your name is Margarie but I call you Margie. I'll be right back" Then John bolted out the door. She or I think they were a he, came back in about five minutes. He had two cups of iced tea and some crackers. Funny how she could remember foods but not her own name.

Sure, funny. Absolutely hilarious.

John but the crackers on the small wooden table in the middle of the room and started munching on one. She took one and inhaled it. Then she took a deep breath and said: "Are you, my boyfriend?" John nearly choked on his cracker. He cleared his throat turning a bright red colour, "N-no, I'm not your boyfriend." He said the last word slowly as though savouring the taste of it in his mouth. "Oh, " she said eyebrows scrunched together as she watched John's blush die down, "Will you be my boyfriend?"

*chokes to death* I'm f-fine...

John turned into a tomato and I looked at him, unfazed by my question. I wiggled my fingers and toes and slowly but surely, stood up. Then I sat down on the bed, sipping my iced tea. He looked at me eyes wide and stammered: "That doesn't matter right now." She stuck out her lip in disappointment but John looked away, still tomato red.