You remembered everything. Literally everything else except Mike and Vincent! It made you upset that you couldn't remember them. You felt horrible seeing how upset they were. The doctors gave you your phone and the rest of your belongings from the accident and sent you off on your way.

(Y/n)'s POV

I sat on a bench outside of the hospital trying to take everything in. "How could I not remember..." I teared up a little. "They seemed so heartbroken that it hurt.." I felt my phone buzz from a random email and that sparked an idea. I went to my contacts and pulled up Vincent's number. I clicked the little button that looked like a phone. It rang twice before he answered. "Heyyy (Y/n)! What's up?" Vincent's voice sounded muffled. He might have food in his mouth. "Umm--hey Vincent! They let me out of the hospital..can you come pick me up?.." it was quiet for a few seconds then he answered, "uh yuah! ihl com get yu inna biht!" You heard a lot of static and yelling in the background which made you flinch. "Vincent??..." "...hello?" Another voice asked. Who the hell is that? "Where's Vincent?" "Oh, this is Mike! Vincent's a dumbass. He saw a bug, started choking, and dropped his phone. I chuckled imagining how all that went down. "We're at Taco Bell right now, do you want us to get you something before we swing by?" ohh fuCK YES. "Hell yeah ! Can you get a (favorite thing to order) for me please?" Mike chuckled on the other line. "What's so funny?..." I asked slightly offended. "That's your favorite..I'm glad you remembered, (Y/n)" he explained in a gentle tone, "We'll be there in five, okay?" My face reflexively scrunched up in confusion. "But the hospital is a fifteen minute drive from the closet Taco Bell.." "did I stutter? See you in five." I chuckled and prayed that they'll be careful.

3rd POV

Mike stuck to his word. He swerved into the parking lot in five minutes. Mike rolled up near the bench, rolled down the window, and snapped some finger guns at you. "Douchetitties insisted you sit in the front." Mike gestured to Vincent with a tilt of his head and a smirk. Vincent leaned up and opened the door for you with his free hand. "Hey (Y/n)!" The purple haired demon called out as you got in the car. You laughed in response because he had a mouthful of tacos. Mike handed you a bag with a smile on his face. "Surprise~!" He singsonged. Mike and Vincent were acting so nice! Did the hospital change them? Or are they just being sweet because you're back?

Mike flipped though the radio stations trying to see if a good song was on.

But oh boy.

He heard the familiar voice of Steve Harwell and his face lit up. You didn't even have to turn around to know Vincent practically flew out of his seat.

Mike even caught him in the beginning of the song too. He looked at Vincent with a determined stare through the mirror. Mike turned up the volume nearly up to full blast as the two goofballs began to belt out the lyrics.

"WELL. THE YEARS START COMMIN AND THEY DON'T STOP COMMIN. FED TO THE RULES AND I HIT THR GROUND RUNNIN. DIDN'T MAKE SENSE NOT TO LIVE FOR FUN. YOUR BRAIN GETS SMART, BUT YOUR HEAD GETS DUMB. SO MUCH TO DO SO MUCH TO SEE SO WHAT'S WRONG WITH TAKIN THE BACKSTREETS? YOU NEVER KNOW IF YOU DON'T GO. YOU'LL NEVER SHINE IF YOU DON'T GLOW."

The lyrics of the song started coming back to you!! You started to belt out the music along with them.

"HEY NOW! YOU'RE AN ALLSTAR. GET YOUR GAME ON. GO. PLAY! HEY NOW! YOU'RE A ROCKSTAR. GET THE SHOW ON. GET. PAID!" Mike and Vincent let you have a little mini solo before they jumped back in. "ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GOOLLD~!" "ONLY SHOOTIN STAARS BREAK THE MoOLDd." Everyone could barely contain their laughter as they wheezed. "(Y/n)! Did the song help you remember anything!? You know it really well!" Vincent asked you shouting above the music. "Not really..but how could I forget this song?" You turned your head to look at him and smiled. The car jolted to a stop and you looked out the window. You were home! You hopped out of the car and marveled at the house. Something was..different.

You knew who to blame for this. The house was painted a bunch of different shades of purple. When Vincent got out of the car, he took his last bite of his taco. He noticed your gaze towards him and raised an eyebrow. "What did you do to the house..?" (Y/n) slowly questioned. Vincent's eyes widened for a split second and swallowed his food. This was followed by nervous chuckles. "Well uh--"  "Yeah this dumbass painted the house purple while I was in the hospital with you for a few days! He did it because he got bored." Mike's hands were on his hips as he grabbed the keys out of his pocket. "You're lucky it looks good, Vincent." Mike rolled his eyes and went to unlock the door. Vincent stood there proudly admiring the house with a smile plastered on his face. "It's my favorite color! :) " (Y/n) took glances at Vincent's car, his hair, his outfit, and the goddamn house. All of it was purple. "Oh really? I didn't know that." You sarcastically laughed and followed Mike inside.

You looked around the house at anything that could possibly spark your memory. (Y/n) stared at framed pictures on the walls, shelves, and nightstands. None of them caused any sort of spark. Mike and Vincent curiously followed you, but you didn't mind. You traveled into the living room and there were a bunch of pictures. One of them called out to you--you couldn't look away from it.

(Damn I wish I could draw this picture. So I'll just describe it the best I can. :)  )

It was a cute group picture of  Mike, you, and Vincent (in that order). Mike and Vincent had their arms around your waist and your arms were hugging their shoulders. Vincent's spare hand was making bunny ears behind your head as you laughed in the photo. Vincent made a winky face with his tongue sticking out playfully. Mike's free hand was making a thumbs up. He was smiling brightly with a slight blush illuminating his cheeks. You stared at the picture and felt the heat moving up to your cheeks. "Cool picture, huh?" Vincent commented resting his arm on your shoulder. You nodded, your smile grew wider. "I think Chica snapped that picture. Right?? We did a whole night of scrapbooking." You all stared at the picture for awhile. Mike jumped a little bit, startling you and Vincent.

"THE SCRAPBOOK! Maybe something in that will get your memory back!!" You nearly tackled Mike in a hug. "MIKE!! YOU'RE A GENIUS!!" He hugged you back surprised from your sudden movement. You thought it was really sweet how the boys were trying their best to help you remember but you couldn't blame them! Hell, you live with them! Well, you don't really remember if you all lived in the same house. You assumed it was Mike's house because everything inside wasn't a shade of purple. Also, Mike seems like a more well-organized person. Vincent...? He's just..he's a special guy :)

Vincent was about to drag you out the door, but you just got home! You stopped in your tracks and the guys looked at you insanely confused. "What's wrong, Pr-- uhh- (Y/n)?" Vincent blushed deeply after stopping himself. "Can I um..can I take a nap first? And maybe bake something afterwards?" Mike smiled warmly "go ahead! You can sleep in my room."  "What! Why your room?" Vincent questioned suspiciously. "Because you broke (Y/n)'s mattress in an attempt of sliding down the stairs with it and gOD knows what the fuck you do in your bed at night!--every night!!" Vincent's blushing face turned even darker. "HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW THAT?!"  "I'VE BEEN TRAUMATIZED, VINCENT! HOW MUCH LUBE DO YOU USE?! I CAN HEAR IT THROUGH THE WALL IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU'RE STIRRING EIGHTYBOWLSOFMAC'N'CHEESE AT ONCE!" You tried your best to contain your laughter but ended up failing. "Mike's room it is." You stated flatly and went upstairs.

You opened the door to Mike's room and plopped on his bed. The mattress, along with the blankets, nearly engulfed you. You giggled to yourself loving Mike's bed more than yourself because it felt like you were being held. You buried yourself under the blankets and snuggled them. Taking a deep breath, you noticed the comforter smelled like the cologne he wears. You low-key loved it but tried to push that thought away because you didn't wanna be weird. :p

As you were about to pass out, you heard a voice that you thought you'd never hear again.

"Hey (Y/n)~~. Glad you're keeping up with that deal~."