C h a p
t e r 4 .
Avery's
Point of View.
I woke up after who knows how long and saw Carson sitting across
from me on the other couch.
"Hey. You alright?" He asked, noticing I was awake.
I shook my head. "Just kind of hungry."
"Well alright go get ready, we can go out." He said, as
though we went out together a lot.
I sighed, still frustrated that I couldn't remember, but ran
up to my room anyways.
When I opened my closet I was shocked.
It was like going into your favorite store at the mall when they
just got all new clothes.
I guess that's what happens when you can't remember your
life.
I looked through all the clothes, but finally just decided on a
gray sweatshirt with some dark jeans, along with a pair of
moccasins.
The sweatshirt was slightly big on me, and written across the
front was our school's basketball team.
Since when did I play basketball?
I shook that thought off and decided I looked fine.
My hair fell around my face in it's natural waves.
I walked back into the living room.
"Hey are you-" Carson asked when he saw me.
"Am I what.." I questioned when he didn't finish
his sentence.
A look of disappointment and pain came across his face, but he
shook it off.
"Uh.. Are you ready to go Aves? I mean Avery..?" He
asked.
For some reason it hurt when he didn't use the nickname,
which was weird. "Yeah, let's go."
Carson led me outside and into his car, and began driving.
"So where do you want to go?"
"Maybe Olive Garden?" I suggested.
He smiled and turned up his radio. "Glad to see you still
remember that's your favorite restaurant."
I laughed. "Yeah, me too." I looked over at him and
noticed him humming quietly to the radio, as well as tapping his
fingers to the beat. "I can't even recognize this
song.." I sighed.
That same look of pain spread across his face. "It's
called Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran. It's actually my
favorite... And it used to be yours too." He whispered.
"Oh.. Look I'm really sorry I don't remember
you.." I mumbled, as we pulled up to Olive Garden.
"It's not like it's your fault. C'mon, let's
go eat."
I hopped out of the car, and ended up hitting my shoulder on the
door.
"Ow.." I mumbled and brought my eyes to where it
hurt.
I was both surprised and confused at the sight.
Written in cursive blue letters on the sweatshirt was one simple
name.
Carson.
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grownsimba · 1 year ago
hey! you wrote this in 2013, it's 2013. I don't particularly like amnesiafics, but I'm enjoying this one.
did you keep up writing?
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