Nessa's Pov
I wake up to lots of banging downstairs. I look beside me and Josh isn't there. I sigh and run downstairs. When I get downstairs I see a frustrated Josh. His fists are clenched and he looks like he is about to cry. "Josh what's going on?” I ask. He looks up at me and he calms down a little bit. I see a few more tears leave his eyes. "I-i was trying to make you breakfast b-but I don't remember where everything is. I wanted to make it perfect b-but I can't find anything." He says frustrated. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist. "It's ok baby. It just takes time. This is perfect because at least you tried. That is really sweet." I say. He sighs and turns around to face me. He hugs me and pecks my lips. "How would you like to go to our friends house today?" I ask. He slowly nods yes and we head upstairs. We both get ready and then we head to the sway house. All the boys are supposed to be there. When we arrive Josh squeezes my hand a little tighter. "Josh you're fine. I told them all to be calm." I explain. He nods and we walk up to the door. I knock and Bryce answers the door. "Hi buddy." Bryce says. "Hey." Josh says. We walk in and Josh sits on the couch. "How is he?" Bryce whispers. "Um he's doing ok. He keeps getting frustrated because he can't remember anything." I explain. He nods and I sit down next to Josh. "Hey. How's it going?" Quinton asks. "Uh good." Josh says. "Well we thought of an amazing idea. We thought we could watch our videos all day. Maybe bring back some memories." Griffin says. "Yeah sounds fun." Josh says. "Ooh let's start off with the distrack." Bryce says. "Do you really think that is the best thing to start with?" Anthony asks. "Ok ok fine. Let's have Josh choose." Bryce says. We start scrolling through his videos. "Ooh let's do that one." Josh says. He chooses the one where he initiated Quinton into sway. Towards the beginning of the video Griffin calls him pretzel boy and then Josh says that all his fans are cancelling him. "Why would they want to cancel me?" Josh asks. "Uh... Well you might of got drunk and um flashed the fans. They wanted to cancel you because you have a lot of young fans." Bryce explains. Josh's eyes go wide but he stays quiet. We watch the rest of the video and he just watches it. "Maybe we should do a better one because that one was in a different state." I say. They nod. "Which one now?" Blake asks. "How about this one?" Bryce clicks on "We bought a dog." They get to the part where they still Buddy from Curtis. "D-did we really still a dog?" Josh asks. "No it was just a joke." Jaden says. Josh nods and continues to watch. We watch some more videos and some how we end up at our breakup video. As much as I don't want to watch it Josh needs to see every part of his life. He doesn't remember us breaking up even though the doctor said that he would remember everything about me. We start watching and the whole room is silent. We get two minutes into the video and Josh stands up. "I don't want to watch anymore." He says then he walks towards the kitchen. We all look at each other and then we stand up and walk to Josh. When he sees us he starts talking. "This is not helping at all. All this is doing is making me upset. I haven't gained any memories from the videos and I do not want to watch a video about me and Nessa breaking up." He says. We nod and he walks towards me and hugs me. I hug him back. "We're sorry. We probably shouldn't of played that video anyway." Blake says. "It's fine. I want to go home now." Josh says. I nod and he starts walking towards the front door. "It's fine. We probably just overwhelmed him with all the videos." I say. They nod and I leave. We drive back home is silence. When we get home we both get ready for bed and lay down. "I love you." Josh says. "I love you too." I say. He hums and then puts his arm around me. Not so long after I hear light snores. Hopefully he gets some memories soon. I feel so bad for him. I know watching the break up video hurt me a lot but I know for him it hurt worse because right now I am all he has.
