I stared at him. "Wh... What?"

"I said I'm your new roommate." He gestured to his hand. "My name's Jason."

I stood up quickly and his eyes showed surprise as I shook my head. "What are you talking about...?"

He frowned, obviously confused with my response. I stepped past him in a hurry and knocked on the door. "Guard, I want to go to the bathroom!" I said.

"What? But, I just-"

"This isn't funny, Jason." I snapped as I glanced at him. He looked surprised but, I didn't stay to talk. I rushed out and hurried down the hall.

The guard walked with me as we came to the bathrooms and told me to be quick. I nodded lightly, keeping my eyes on the floor, and entered the bathroom.

As the door closed behind me I slumped against the wall. "What the hell...?" I muttered as my emotions began to jumble. "What did he mean 'roommate'...?"

I didn't understand. It was like he was meeting me for the first time... What was going on? He looked genuinely confused by my actions. Like... Like that of a stranger getting to know someone new...

My eyes widened and I put a hand over my mouth. He wouldn't... Would he? I suddenly realized how possible and how likely my suspicions were. In a place like this... I was sure anything was possible.

I walked to the sink and braced myself against it. Why would he do that? I mean, sure I'd been avoiding him but, he was the one who scared me in the first place. Did he hate me that much? So much that he wanted to forget me...?

"Hey! Hurry up!"

I jumped as the guard banged loud on the door several times. I hurried and washed my face, pushing the door open quickly. "Sorry..." I mumbled.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my arm, yanking me back down the hall towards the room. I was shoved inside, tripping and falling on my knees as the door was closed again. When I looked up Jason was sitting on one of the two beds, legs crossed. He was staring at me with worry. "I... I don't know what I did but, if I upset you I apologize." He said.

I couldn't pull my eyes away. He looked like he really meant what he said. That was the same Jason I'd known for a year... But, those eyes were different. They were those of a stranger. He really didn't remember me...

I stood slowly and went to the bed across from him. I sat down and pulled my legs up. "You said your name was Jason...?" I asked.

He hesitated. "Yeah."

"How old are you?" I questioned. I wanted to know if it was really true.

"I..." He looked down. "I didn't ask... Sorry..."

I frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well..." He looked nervous. "I don't really understand it myself... The first thing I remember was a ceiling. Some guy told me my name was Jason and that I'd be living here with another boy named Dylan." He fidgeted in his seat. "That's all I know..."

"You... You don't have any memories of before? Non at all?" I asked.

"No..." He looked up. "But, I want to. I feel like I need to. You seem really familiar even though I don't know anything about you."

I didn't respond and kept my eyes down. He stood up and came towards me. I tried not to flinch as he sat down next to me. "I used to know you, didn't I?" He asked.

I looked at him in surprise. "How do you know that?"

"Well, you seemed really confused when I introduced myself. Plus, this room has two beds and only one of you." He leaned close and smiled. "It only makes sense, right?"

I looked away. "I guess..."

He tried to see my face but, I kept it out of his view. I didn't want him to look at me. If he could see so much from just a room, he would probably be able to see all of my feelings just as easily.

"So, will you help me understand who I am? Or... Who I was? It's frustrating being in the dark about your own life." He said. I glanced at him and saw him frowning. I guess not remembering anything really was frustrating.

"Well, I could try... I don't know everything though..."

He looked up and smiled. "That's okay. I'll take any information you can give me."

"Okay..." I frowned as I wondered where to start. "Well, you're sixteen, like me. You and I are adopted brothers."

"Really? Wow! Who adopted who?" He asked eagerly.

I looked down at my hands. "You adopted me..."

He seemed to notice my face and tried to change the subject. "Oh... Well, tell me something else. Have we always lived here?"

I shook my head. "No... We used to live in a big, two-story house. You had a mom and a dad and we went to school-"

"Why do you say it like that?"

I looked up. "Huh? Like what?"

"You had a mom. You had a dad. If we're brothers shouldn't it be 'We had a mom and dad'?" He stared at me with sad eyes. "We're family. Obviously those people loved you. Right?"

I couldn't reply. I'd never thought of Jason's mother and father to be my parents. Despite them telling me to call them 'mom' and 'dad' I'd always felt uncomfortable with the words. I didn't know how else to call adults other then their names... My fake parents had always scolded me if I even thought of speaking...

"Hey... Are you okay?"

I snapped out of my mind and my eyes met Jason's. He reached up and brushed his thumb across my cheek. "You're crying..." He murmured.

I reached up and felt my cheeks. He was right. My skin was damp from my sudden burst of tears. I turned away and wiped my face as embarrassment washed over me. "S-sorry..."

I felt Jason's hand on my thigh and glanced back in surprise as he leaned towards me. "I don't know why but... I really feel like kissing you..." he said softly.

My eyes widened and I froze. His lips brushed mine just slightly and stopped. I had closed my eyes tightly and my hands were fisted into the sheets as they trembled.

Then he pulled away. "I... I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just lost control for a second..." He said.

I opened my eyes and saw that his cheeks were a dark red. He wouldn't look at me and I stood up. "I-it's fine... I'm just going to sit over here..." I said.

I sat down in the corner and faced away, keeping my face hidden from his view. His eyes had change in that instant. When he'd leaned in to kiss me... I didn't close my eyes out of fear of his kiss. I close them because I was afraid of his eyes. When he kissed me... I saw the eyes of my lover... and that was terrifying...

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Hey everyone! He has amnesia. He doesn't remember anything. But, I have a plan! *does Fred impression* Haha! Sorry, I had to. I'll update soon and you'll see what happens. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! AS ALWAYS, VOTE, COMMENT, FOLLOW, AND STAY AWESOME!

-Nekoco