Remember Me?

For The First Time

"This is so fucking weird." Alice mumbled in almost a state of shock after trying to go over everything with her best friend. Lydia was still Lydia to her but her best friend was also missing a huge chunk of her life, Milo.

"Me apparently never actually sleeping or the fact that you have to teach me about my own boyfriend?"
"Both but really the weird part is .. in another reality you don't even know him? He's the best thing that ever happened to you honestly.." Lydia took a moment to take that bit of information in, biting down on her lip. As Alice talked about him, their relationship and all the little things she knew. She really wished she could've experienced her life with him before this apparent "memory loss".

Would her life ever go back to normal? Was this her new normal?

"What if .. I never remember ? Or my life stays like this?"
"Like you never remember but you are still living with him?" Lydia nodded as she fumbled with her phone in her hands. She was suppose to go back to the apartment soon.

"Then.. you either need to try to make it work with Milo or break up and try to start all over again. I personally would try things out with Milo though I mean he's literally the perfect boyfriend and he's so hot—" Alice stopped as her best friend started laughing. "—What?!"
"This is basically how all of our conversations are in the other reality, you talking about how hot Milo is.."
"Hey you picked a winner is all I'm saying. Speaking of which you need to head home.. You'll be okay?"
"Definitely, thank you for everything A." Lydia hugger her friend tightly before heading out of her apartment. She felt better about certain aspects now that she had a little bit of backstory courtesy of Alice. She could now explain how she knew so much about him without actually knowing him. Her mind was currently a tornado, she wasn't sure what to do. Either way she was hurting this poor guy who had no idea what was going on either.

I need to talk to him..

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Milo bit his lip, eyebrows furrowed as he focused on stirring the contents of the pan in front of him. The door of the apartment jingled as it was opened, she was home.
"Hey—Oh wow.." Milo sheepishly turned around all the confidence about his plans he had worked himself up to completely gone. He took a deep breath turning the stove on low before turning his attention to his girlfriend.
"Welcome home um.. I hope this okay." He had set the table for two, candles were lit, wine glasses were out. "I got out your favorite wine and I'm also making spaghetti and meatballs your—"
"—favorite." Lydia smiled she recognized the ingredients near the stove, he made the meatballs the way her dad always did.
"Thank you Milo." The teen blushed as he saw the familiar look of happiness on his girlfriends face. "Wanna sit down or change? It's just about done." Lydia noticed he was just wearing a pair of sweats and a black T-shirt. "Yeah I'm going to get comfy, be right back."

Milo smiled as he saw Lydia return in sweats and a camisole top, he bit his lip in appreciation of how good she always looked.
"I borrowed your sweats I hope that's okay.. I couldn't find mine?"
"You always steal mine, I'm pretty sure you threw all yours out when we moved in." Milo chuckled, he poured her a glass of wine and dished out a helping of pasta for her.
"Oh my god these are so good."
"I let them sit in the sauce for a bit longer and I found that fresh Parmesan your dads always insists to use.. The man was right though it makes a huge difference." Lydia just gaped as Milo spoke about food and her dad. He was close with her family. He had her parents numbers and made more than just small talk with them. He had done all this for her..
"Uh are you okay Lyd?" She nodded a little too quickly as she took a large sip of her wine.
"Yeah I just.. I actually wanted to talk to you about us." Milo swallowed the half eaten meatball in his mouth. His stomach dropped and he felt like he was going to be sick. This was it. She was leaving him..