Amelia Becker and Beau Brooks were the perfect couple. Everyone envied their relationship. It only took one life changing event for them to realise how much they meant to each other. Forgotten, that's what Beau was. He felt lost without having Amelia knowing the truth, without having her in his arms whenever he wanted. Will she eventually learn to trust Beau and regain her memory?


8. Chapter 8

Beau and I spent an hour watching Janoskian videos. My stomach was hurting so much from the laughter. There would be one or two videos which I would recognise a tiny bit even if I never saw them before from what I could remember.

"What's that one?" I pointed to the video in the suggestion column called 'Professional Skipping Mockumentary' Beau started chuckling but soon clicked on it.

I immediately started laughing as Beau appeared on the screen wearing tights and a fake moustache under his nose.

"Rule number 2, when I speak nobody speaks. When I skip, nobody skips." His voice made things 10 times funnier. This is defiantly my favourite video of theirs. I could feel a pair of eyes on me as the video went on. I looked over to my side to find Beau staring at me smiling.

"What?" I giggled. Beau looked away.

"Nothing," He mumbled, still smiling.

"What is it?" I wanted to know.

"This was your favourite video of ours, that's all." He shrugged.

"I'm getting bored, want to do something else?" Beau asked pausing the video. A frown soon appeared on my face.

"Okay but after this finishes." I moved his hand away from the mouse and clicked play again.

The video ended after 9 minutes. The type of 'skips' they came up with were ridiculously funny.

"So what do you want to do then?" I asked Beau, turning my body so I was facing him.

"Entirely up to you," He said biting his lip. Oh, god. That's so hot. Stop, Amelia. He has a girlfriend and you have a boyfriend.

"Truths?" I suggested. It would be a good idea, I could get to know him better and maybe get answers to questions I've been meaning to ask.

"Okay, you ask questions though seeing as I know everything about you that I could possibly know." He said smirking.

"Favourite colour?"


"Favourite song?"

"It changes weekly, haven't got one at the moment."

"Right, favourite flavour?"

"For what?"


"Hmmm, probably vanilla," He run his tongue over his bottom lip as soon as he said that.

"Birthday?" I cocked my eyebrow.

"July 31st,"

"Favourite food?"

"Taco's and spaghetti bolognaise, can't choose between them."

"Errrrm," I started thinking out loud. "Shit, how old are you?" He started chuckling.

"21," (just imagine he is 21 in this story)

"This is pointless I'm asking the silliest questions that I should know." I sighed and fell back onto the  

bed, grabbing a pillow to cover my face.

"Hey, no it's not. It may help." Beau said in a soothing voice. I felt a body lay down next to me. I took the white pillow off my face to find Beau facing me.

"This is silly, I know nothing about myself. All the things I used to like I don't like now, the things I didn't like I like now. It's so confusing. I mean, have I got a job? What's my relationship like with the boys and girls? What's my relationship like with you? And I don't even know if I'm a bloody virgin anymore." I sighed in stress, moaning about everything. Beau sat up and gave me a sad look.

"Hey, I know this is hard. No one said it would be easy. It'll take time; you have everyone here for you."

"Not everyone." I mumbled. He gave me a confused look but soon caught on. He came and laid back down next to me and wrapped me in his arms. I froze as soon as I felt his muscular arms fold around my waist.

"They're always going to be there for you even if you can't see them." I turned around to face him, so our faces were only inches apart.

"I didn't think I would have told you about that." I said, not making eye contact with him.

"You've told me everything." He smiled.

"Do the others know?" I said, hoping he would know I meant the girls and boys.

"No, only I do."

My parents died when I was five years old in a house fire. The only reason I wasn't with them at the time was because I was round my aunt's house. I went round there to see my cousins, they were roughly my age. If I hadn't have gone that day I would have been in the fire with them. I would be dead, as well.

I don't like talking about my parents to no one, I never have. I never told my previous friends either. I would keep it all to myself. Me telling Beau is a bit of a shock to me. He's the first person I've ever told about it to.

"So, we were really close?"

"Closer then you think." He grinned. He soon let go of me and got up. I felt shivers go down my body. I suddenly felt cold, I didn't feel safe anymore.

"What do you want for dinner?" He asked, taking his shirt off.

"Erm," Words couldn't come out. All I was able to do is stare at his body.

"Sorry, bad habit." He laughed slightly before putting a new one on.

"Tacos" I smirked. He started grinning.

"Tacos it is then." He then left the room.

"Do you need any help?" I yelled from the bedroom, hoping he would hear.

"No, it's fine, babe." He called back. A grin plastered on my face as soon as he called me babe. Why does he have this effect on me? This isn't right. I have a boyfriend. I can't be feeling this for Beau.

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