It happened on Sunday morn'....

Jackson tried to keep a straight face, he really did. But after a moment he started laughing too. Pain shoot through his shoulder and he tried to ignore it, the red seeped through his fingers, but he refused to look. Maybe if he didn't look at it neither would she.

Lou shook her head as she stared at him, she motioned for him to come closer.

Jackson scooted closer, refusing to move his hand. "What?" He mouthed slowly, figuring she could read some lips.

Lou watched his lips, trying to not laugh at how funny they looked. Although, it did help her see what he was saying. Just as long as he didn't exaggerate the words...like most people. She leaned close to him and kissed his cheek. "You're silly." She said quietly, her bell like voice distorted. She sat back and gave a small smile, raising her brow at him. He use to freak out every time she did that.

Jackson's eyes got wide, his hand dropping from where it was covering the red to grab the pencil. "Were we going out?" He scratched the words out and tried again. "You're voice is pretty." He winced, still not the right words...

Lou shook her head. No, her voice wasn't pretty. She knew it wasn't. She took the pen and wrote "You use to tease me about it. But no, we never did go out. You use to freak out when I kissed your cheek. A little over exaggeratedly might I add, falling over the backs of couchs, ect." She gave him a small smile then wrote. "You don't have to lie, I know it's not pretty."

Jackson pursed his lips, the words bringing something to the edge of his mind. He reached for it desperately, hoping for a memory, but it slipped from his grasp.
"I'm not lying, its pretty. Kinda like an old bell thats had some wear and tear damage but still works." He wrote and gave her a smile.

smellzlyknirvana wrote:Gabriel saw Angela and sighed. "101 maybe? Blame my horrid memory...." he swallowed and hoped she was doing better.

Angela looked at him and smiled. She took his hand and lead him down the hallway. "I think this is were she is." She said pointing into the room.

Gabriel nodded as he followed Angela. He bounded into the room and hugged Zoey.

Zoey stared at the person hugging her. "Not that I don't mind the hug, but who are you?"

Angela looked at Gabriel and felt tears comming. "Do you remeber me?" She asked Zoey.

Gabriel blinked back tears and moved. He knew she had been hurt bad, a broken arm, concussion, fractured skull. He didn't know she had amnesia though.

Zoey blinked at the girl for a moment. "No. Should I?"

Angela couldnt sit there and listen to this. "Yes you should." She said quietly and walked out tears streaming down.

Gabriel nodded at Zoey. "I'll be right back." He rushed toward Angela and pulled her in a hug. "She just has amnesia. She'll remember soon."

Anglea cried and shook her head. "No she doesnt remeber me." She cried.

Gabriel stroked her hair. "She does too Angie. You just need to give her time. She had a lot of head trauma."

Zoey closed her eyes and tried to remember the girl and what her name was. She had a feeling that the girls name began with an A.

Anglea looked up at him and gave him a sad smile "Its my fault we were in the crash. If I hadnt told Zoey to take that intersection..." Her voice faded and tears streamed down.

Gabriel pulled her closer and stroked her hair. "It's not your fault Angie."

Two names popped into Zoey's mind, Angie and Gabriel.

Anglea cried and nodded "You know it is... Gabe please... tell me that everything is going to be alright." She whispered. She has always had feelings for Gabe and well nothing ever worked out and Zoey was her friend since kindergarden nothing would work.

Gabriel held her close. "It is not your fault. Everything will be alright."

Lou gave a small smile. "I wish." She mouthed and sighed looking down at the paper. She bit the inside of her lip and wrote what do you remember?

Jackson considered the question, trying to find a memory in his mind.
"I, remember," He didn't write anymore, trying to recall something. "Playing the piano."

Lou smiled widely and nodded. What else? she scribbled quickly

Jackson racked his brain for something else, "I remember getting chased by an old man for stealing his cane.." Jackson's brow drew together. "Did I really do that?"

Lou started in on another silent peel of laughter and nodded with a wide smile. You and Jarred took his cane. You didn't know it was his...but you were both dancing with it outside the store where the man had left it.

Jackson smirked, "Sounds, funny." Glimces of that memory led to another and his eyes flew wide. "I remember skinny dippin' for my birthday!"