Amnesia // lashton

1.8

oops time skip, just cause i feel like it. :)

1.8 :: luke :: two months later

Remember how Ashton didn't recongnise me? Apparently he has some sort of memory loss, like Amnesia, but the doctors don't think he'll regain his memory. They say it's a twenty-five percent that he will and I'm betting on that twenty-five percent. Mama Irwin put me in charge of Ashton while the kids had to go back to school, while Ashton and I just graduated about a month ago.

Sometimes I'll get frustrated with Ashton and then he'll just walk out as if it's nothing and I'll end up getting mad and throwing shit around the house, until all my anger turns into tears and when Ashton returns, I always seem to be crying myself to sleep, not that it matters to Ashton of course.

Throw the glass away that Ashton threw at me last night. My eyes bloodshot red from all the crying. I begin to clean the dishes, grabbing a thin glass. I begin to clean the glass, but halfway cleaning the glass it shatters in my hand. I stare at the blood running down my hand.

"Lucas," I turn and see Ashton. His eyes wander to my hand.

"I'll clean the mess up," I say and turn back around and continue to wash the dishes, not caring about my hand.

"No Lucas. Your hand is bleeding c'mere," Ashton says. I shake my head and I can feel the tears coming back. I ignore the glass in my hand and finish washing another plate. The water turns off. "C'mon we're going to the hospital. You probably need stitches."

//

Tears run down my face as the needle weaves in and out. Not because it hurts, it does, but just because of everything that's happened in the past two months. Ashton watches from afar and I wince every time the needle pierces through my skin.

"Alright. You're all done Mr. Hemmings. Be careful next time washing the dishes," I nod my head and the doctor smiles. "Have a nice day you two."

I get off the table and walk towards the door. Ashton pushes himself off the wall and follows in behind me. I fiddle with thumbs, being careful with the stitches. The sky is turning dark as we walk out of the hospital.

We get into the car and Ashton begins to drive back home. "Are you okay," I just nod, afraid to use my voice. I hear him sigh and I close my eyes. I lean my head against the window. I'm Yours by Jason Mraz softly plays in the background.

I can hear Ashton softly humming to the song. A small smile makes it's way towards my face. "What are you smiling about," why were you looking at me?

"The song.. your humming. It's so peaceful..." I trail off.

"But.." I open my eyes, looking over at him. "I know there's a but."

"But it just... it feels weird,"

"What does,"

"This," I say motioning us.

"Why do you say that?"

"Princess— I mean Ashton. We're always fighting. For God knows what, ever since you woke up, things have been different—"

"Good different or bad different?"

"Bad different, there is no good out of this," I tell him.

"I think there is a good out of this," he says. What!? "I think it's good I don't remember you. Gosh I don't even know why I agreed to being your boyfriend in the first place. I mean look at yourself Lucas!"

"What about me!" I yell back.

"You're covered in all these fucking ink shit of things and you can't even get a decent job!  I have to have my mother pay the rent and food, when she's got Lauren and Harry to take care of. All you ever fucking do is mop around about how bad your life, well I've got it worst because I don't even remember my two best friends and a shit of boyfriend I use to have," Ashton yells. I look over at him.

"What happened to you?" I whispered.

"People change Lucas. I obviously changed and I am glad as hell I don't remember you," he finishes. He parks the car and I get out, slamming the door.

"Lucas wait! I'm sorry," I stop walking and turn to face him. "I didn't mean to." He whispers.

"You're sorry!? Ashton you aren't fucking sorry and you did mean it Ashton. I know you did," I say.

//

I cook breakfast as always. It's been quiet around here. Ashton and I haven't spoke in about three weeks. But every morning I tell myself that he'll remember and everything will be okay. I make him breakfast and coffee just how he likes it. I sprinkle a few chocolate chips on the batter and wait for them to cook. I've been trying to look for a job, so Mama Irwin doesn't have to keep sending money. She'll call me every other day asking how it's going, but I always break down, telling her that nothings fine, that I'm really not fine at all. It feels like a dream and she tells me to keep holding onto hope, but it's hanging loose from a thread about to fall off and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep holding onto it.

I grab some plates and put three pancakes with syrup and some butte and with sausage and bacon. I pour coffee into a mug. I grab his plate and mug and turn around and see Ashton staring at me. My hands shake, the plate moving and the mug. I walk over to the table. I try to avoid Ashton as much as I can. He sometimes gets frusterated with himself and will throw things at night and then it's the same routine. At one in the morning he'll crawl onto the small couch with me and cuddle. He'll whisper in my ear how sorry he is for not remembering me and I'll quiet cry and he'll wipe the tears away and then in the morning when I wake up he'll be gone, asleep in his own bed. And we'll act as if it never happened.

"You're dressed nicely," Ashton comments. I nod my head and try not to make eye contact with him. I set his breakfast down. "Where are you going."

"W-Work," I whisper. I go back and turn the stove off. I begin to clean the dishes, so Ashton won't have to do them.

"You aren't going to eat?" He asks.

"M'not h-hungry," I stutter.

Once I finish washing the dishes, I check the time.

"When'd you get a job,"

"L-Last week," I say. I dry the dishes and put them away. "I've gotta go."

I grab my phone and keys. "Hey Luke," my hear breat speeds up. He hasn't called my Luke since before he end up in the hospital. I slowly turn around and look at him. "Why don't we go out to eat later. As a date and see where it take us."

"Okay," I say.

He smiles. "Oh and don't bother coming home to change," I raise an eyebrow at him and he smirks.

a/n: sorry for the long wait guys and it's super bowl sunday and it's hosted in my home state! little info on where I live kind of. if you're going to watch the game comment which team yo're rooting for. #gopatriots

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