♢♡Evan♡♢

"Wh-What do you mean?!"

I stand in front of the TV and Tyler complains. "I meaaan just because you lost your memory doesn't mean you lost your taste in men! You want your boyfriend back" Craig snickers, getting comfy. "But I- I've only- we've talked for like two days! And I- how would I- how could I just go along to this complete stranger, to me, and say I want a relationship?" I squeak.

Tyler and Craig share a glance before looking at me and bursting into full blown laughter. "Wh-What? What?!" I shout, trying to get their attention and make them stop laughing. "Evan, Evan" Tyler wipes his eye and sits up. "Oh, oh sweetheart" Craig giggles, shaking his head. "You and Jon's relationship started based on a one night stand"

My eyes widen and I feel myself heat up and turn red. "W-Wait, you m-mean- in the m-middle of an apocalypse?" I gulp, pulling my shirt down. "Sex is sex" Tyler shrugs, and Craig gags. "And doms are doms" He snorts, making me blush more as Tyler complains again. I drop myself into the rocking chair and gulp, rubbing my arms.

"Evan, dude, Jon isn't going to pressure you into nothing" Tyler assures me, patting my hand. "That guy loves you more then you think, memory or not." Tyler smiles sympathetically. "Side note, you'll get your memory back. And this entire situation will just make both of you love each other more" Craig winks.

I look down and only blush more, tugging on my fingernails as about a million different thoughts go through my head. Jon comes downstairs in nothing but a towel, his phone pressed to his ear. "Jesus!" Tyler snorts, looking away as Craig just giggles. "Ev, doctors' on the phone" Jon smiles at me just to hand me the phone.

I smile and thank him, putting the phone to my ear as Jon apologizes to Tyler for scarring him and going upstairs to get dressed. "Is this Evan?" The doctor asks, and I shift in my seat. "Uh, yeah. Evan Fong" I say, getting up and walking into the kitchen. "We've looked at your ct's and brain scans. We're not seeing any damage, so we're sure this is all mental"

I gulp and look down. "And uh, what does that mean?" I squeak, holding myself. "It means your memory problems will go away. When, I can't say. But we can't treat you and there isn't any signs of brain problems. So, all we can do at the moment is hope your memory returns soon" The doctor says, but it only gives me a tiny bit of hope.

"What if it doesn't?" I try not to whimper and I start peeling the skin off my lip with my teeth. "If your memory doesn't return in a month, contact us and we'll bring you in for more scans and a physc ival. Have a good day, Mr. Fong" The doctor says, and I return the pleasantries and the doctor hangs up.

I put the phone on the counter and sit at the bar, I'm doing this to myself? I mean, why would I want to erase my memory? The apocalypse?... Jonathan? Wh..Why would I want to forget Jonathan? Was I... was I happier with Tyler?