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Chapter 2: Do you remember my name?

"Yes! Looks like I'm not so smashed anymore. With my eyes closed I searched the bed, I touched it lightly with my left hand, but nothing, she was no longer beside me. I decided to wake up and opened my eyes. Err... Too much light !! "

"Pff," I drew the curtains and muttered softly. I knew I was alone, I had noticed this as soon as I started looking around the room.

"I turn my attention to the window and allowed myself to enjoy the bright light flooding the room. Although it seemed to hurt me, I knew I would have to get used to it."

"It can't be otherwise," I told to myself, and I rise to my feet. Suddenly I feel like a scammer from the bachelor movies, who run away from the crime scene. That's in addition to the fact that I was dusty! Still drunk or dizzy from alcohol, I was in a state of embarrassment, and my mouth smelled of beer, gathered with whiskey some shots of Tequila maybe and other nonsenses. I thought I only kept it on beer ... And no, I can't forget the cigarettes. I would really like to be at home, to be able to get rid of this feeling with a shower and some toothpaste!

- And yet ... how do I get her out of here? What a cliché! I'm not going to do this, I can't do this. is too much of a headache.

Although I look around the room curiously, the only place I can't seem to stop is the office chair. Who would have thought that the young lady (I was hoping she would not be over 25 years old, with a child or another wifey cheating on her husband. I honeslty like kids but I am too young to become a father or even more tragic. and wifeys they ar alright but can't have that sh*t in my life again) would pack my clothes and leave them ready, there, next to a towel.

- Yes! Good girl!

Certainly I needed a shower, I was still tired, sweaty from what was suspected to be a stormy night and I needed a f*cking chewing gum Looks like she read my mind or maybe she knew the habit of guys like me. I decide not to think so much anymore, anyway I would find out what's wrong with her in the next few minutes.

A pleasant smell of coffee pops up and I see myself sipping coffee in the kitchen, sitting in front of a stranger and trying to make out last night. "How much of a prick I am!" , I repeated that a few times in my mind before I got dressed. I would have preferred to jump directly into the towel and then into the shower, but I also havo to take into account the aspect in which she does not live alone. I don't want to meet one of the parents while I'm in the towel. In clothes, I know that I can turn it around, it helps a lot to think that I am a friend who got too dizzy, that his parents are too strict and the state of intoxication did not allow me to present myself at home literally pissed and this is the reason for my presence, under their roof. Most of them know it's a lie but at least I'm a diplomat and they realize I want to keep up appearances on their offspring. I'm not the type to brag about who I share my nights with, I think it's just stupid and disrespectdul. If a woman shares her bed with you, offers you her intimacy, how can you, as a man, make fun of her?

Being dressed, I give myself 2 slaps, one mentally and one physically to have a fresh look and because I really want to regain my feelings. I can't have an embarrassing half-asleep conversation. I search my pockets for a gum and breathe a sigh of relief when I find, in addition to my wallet, my keys, phone and cigarettes also a chewing gumm, and what appeared to be a note or something ...

- What a strange taste! I know that every morning before a night when I soak my liver in too much alcohol has the same effect on me: a bitter taste and a state of chronic fatigue. It occurs to me that these damn gums were invented for people like me.

I open the bedroom door, orient myself by the smell of coffee: to the right and to the left. It's not a big apartment, but for someone who doesn't know where it is, it's not that easy. I push lightly on the door and I have one of the most beautiful mornings. The TV on VH1, a slightly slow song that doesn't evoke any memories of her name or who sings it at the moment, but I like it, is pleasant and does not affect my neurons that are still in a state of lethargy. A brunette around 1.65m -1.70m is preparing breakfast ... on the rhythm of the song. The way her beautiful body moves puts my imagination to the test. Pink boxers molded on the buttocks, a short white T-shirt that hides a pair of perfectly round breasts. Oh mate ...

- "This really looks like a movie", I told to myself and smile happily like a small child but sly like an old fox.

I know she didn't notice me. She would certainly have stopped what she's doing there and I really don't like the idea of that. I just love the view. I want to sit on the couch and admire her all day. I swallow hard and properly enter the room. When I realize that I have not prepared a speach, I just sat down on the chair and all that comes out is a:

- Good morning!

She turns lost in thoughts to me, startled. She probably didn't expect me to wake up so early or something??

"What time is it?" I wonder to myself. But any thoughts dissappear when I notice the knife in her right hand.

- Morning John., she answers, still a little shocked by my presence.

I can't control my reaction and I ask:

- Really? Is it really that bad?

- Should it be? she asked curious.

- The fact that you greeted me with a knife? Although I can say that it's kind of a pretty sexy image ... "

- Hello! Did you lose your temper?

"No," I answer, still lost.

- If you say so. Did you find the towel?

- Yes, I'm going to the shower now.

And I went, I went in the shower and I was still trying to remember how I met her. Hell, I didn't even know her name. I tried to remember, I tried the word, but nothing. I ended up with nothing, I found out nothing and now I remembered exactly nothing. Great game changing breakthrough. Bravo!

The water was cold, but I knew I needed it. I longed for the coolness and for a toothpaste. Took the toothpaste tube from the mirror drawer, using my finger as a brush, spread something there and started ... brushing my teeths. It was still better than nothing.

- What has become of me... Drunk, forgetful and dreamy. You're going to become a mitochondrion, I tell myself and I start laughing stupidly.

Finished the shower and got in the kitchen. Salad, omelet, black bread (I think she on a diet or something) and a big big cup of coffee for me and a normal one for her. How come she guessed that's what I like? I am in an embarrassing moment when the embodied goddess knows 100% more about me than I know about her. She looks at me intently, gives birth to a smile of millions and her brown eyes send me fulfillment.

"Enjoy your meal, John"

- Thank you so much and enjoy your meal ... lovely. (Yes, I managed to straighten it this time too. I have to find out her name without making shit of myself or giving the impression that I'm just another arshole, one of those cheap people who don't give a damn about a woman)

Her gaze changes 180 degrees, I feel the sadness that quickly embraces her and I realize as soon as she was about to say:

"You don't remember my name?"

...


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