Hi, just to let you know, I'm going to university on September 26 so updates will probably be considerably slower after then, please be patient!!

Also finished draft one of vamp novel!

"You have to tell me if you get confused," Andy says, holding Remington's hand as they step into a restaurant. The first one Remington has been in since the accident. Dr Sanchez suggested it as a way to get Remington experiencing new environments.

"Okay," Remington says quietly, looking around almost frantically. His grip is tight on Andy's hand because the only familiar thing in the building is him, and he isn't about to let go.

"Hi, we have a reservation," Andy tells the woman who greets him. "It's Andy Biersack."

The woman tells him to wait while she checks, then leading them to a table and putting two menus on the table, saying someone will be back for a drinks order in a few minutes.

Remington sits down nervously, looking at Andy with wide eyes now that his hand is no longer being held. "It's big," he says; an observation.

Andy opens his menu. "Yes, it is quite big, isn't it? It's a popular place."

"And it's a...a what?"

"It's a restaurant. It's where you can eat food without cooking it first."

"So like home," Remington jokes, because he doesn't do much cooking.

Andy smiles. "Here, look, Open your menu."

"My what?"

"Your menu. It's this." He puts his hand on the red-covered item. "Inside are descriptions of everything they make here. You choose one and they make it for you."

"Oh, okay," he says, but he sounds unsure. Then he opens it.

A waiter stops at the table, asks what drinks they'd like. Andy orders a jug of iced water and two lemonades, resisting the extensive list of alcohol. "Do you see anything you like?" He asks once the waiter has gone.

Remington looks at him. "I don't know. There are lots of...uh...words."

"Well, what sort of thing do you fancy? Pasta? Steak? Salad?"

"Uh..."

"Just take your time, there's no rush. I don't want you to get something you won't like."

"Okay."

When the waiter returns with the drinks, Andy tells him they need a few more minutes to decide what they want to eat, thanking him as he walks away and pouring the water into both their glasses.

Remington mumbles, "will I like this?" and points to something on the menu.

"Yes," Andy says. "Yes, you will like that. In fact, that's what you usually have when we come here."

"It is?"

"Yep."

"We've been here before?"

"A few times."

"But..." He frowns. "But I remembered everything we did?"

Andy tilts his head to the side. "Hey, it's okay. There's an awful lot to remember, give it time. We didn't come much and nothing exciting happened while we were here."

"Okay." Remington looks down, troubled. Then he says, "I just want to remember again, Andy."

"I know," Andy says. "And I'm sorry it's so difficult for you. I can't imagine how upsetting it must be."

"What's this?"

"Lemonade. You like it."

"Okay."

Andy closes his menu. "Tell me what you want to do after dinner. We could go home, or we could impulsively book a hotel, or anything you like."

"What's, uh...what's impulsively?"

"It means doing something without planning it first."

"Oh. So like when we went to the...the place with all those, uh...shit, what were they called?"

"Describe them to me," Andy prompts.

Remington closes his menu and hums, thoughtful. "Well..." He begins. "They're big. High. And...and fun. Fun and scary. And fast. And you laughed at me for screaming."

"Ah, rollercoasters."

"Yes. Rollercoasters. That was an, uh..."

"An impulse decision? Oh yes, that was."

"My brothers were mad you took me there."

"I know."

"'Cause you shouted at them again. That was hot."

"See, you do remember things, babe."

"I want to go there again."

"To the theme park?"

"If that's the place with the, uh, the rollercoasters, then yes. That."

Andy smiles. "We'll have to check with your doctor first," he says. "In case rollercoasters might do something to your head. I don't know if they would. But if they say it's fine, I'll take you. We can stay for a few nights, I'll show you the places we went last time."

"Thanks, Andy."

The waiter returns. Andy orders their food and a side of onion rings because they're Remington's favourite. Then he says, "you never told me what you wanted to do tonight."

"I want to do whatever we used to do," is Remington's response.

"Then we'll go to the gelato place and we'll have gelato with sprinkles."

"Gelato?"

"Fancy ice cream."

"Oh, I know ice cream!"

"Yeah?"

"It's that cold thing, right? And it tastes like-like chocolate, or-or strawberry."

"That's right, love."

"I'm a genius!"

Andy smiles again. "Indeed, you are."

"Hand?"

"Yes, I have two of them. So do you."

Remington giggles. "No, hold my hand. Please?"

"Mm, absolutely. Here."

"What's this called?"

"Tattoos. You have them, too, see?"

"I know. What are they for?"

"They're not for anything. They're just art that's on your skin. Do you like them?"

"Yes. I like that one a lot." He puts a finger over the ink on Andy's hand that reads : Remington bby

Andy hums and chuckles. "Perhaps because it's your name," he suggests. "I like that one a lot, too. You know you have the same thing on your hand? Here." Andy shows him to his name.

Remington looks at it and smiles. "I remember getting it," he says. "I think. It was, uh, it was the day you proposed. Proposed? Is that the right word?"

"Yes, that's right."

"I'm always right."

"Sure you are."

Remington grins. "Your hand feels nice."

"Thanks?"

"It's, like, safe."

"You're too sweet for your own good."

"Sweet like gelato."

"Just like gelato," Andy says adoringly.

"You can eat me like gelato, too, if you like."

Andy chuckles. "If you say stuff like that, you can't blame me for what happens next."

"What does happen next?"

"Mm, you'll just have to find out, won't you?"

"No fair."

Andy just smiles.