I think anyone in the school would like to be me. This whole I'm-a-flirtatious-hot-bad-guy-with-a-guitar vibe seems to attract all the females in a ratio of 20 miles away and every 19 year old would like to be surrounded by girls all the time. A normal day at school would start with some girls waiting for me in the parking lot and they would wait until I find a place available for my bike but today is different. No one is waiting for me. Not even my best friend Prince (I know it's a weird name but blame it on his parents.)

Everything has been different lately. I just haven't noticed until now.

I woke up in a park yesterday with a terrible hangover. I don't remember what happened in the party or the days before. I don't even remember who was giving the damn party. I had never been in that state before. I'm not an introvert but I prefer to spend my nights at home with my bass, though I admit I like parties. Mainly, for 2 reasons: a) I get free booze and b) I forget about my problems at home for a while. Anyways, things haven't been the same since I woke up yesterday. I usually get texts from random girls from school but there were zero messages yesterday, not even Prince sent me a message. I didn't really notice because I had a headache yesterday and the only thing I did was sleeping. Thank God my parents weren't home or they wouldn't have let me sleep.

Something happened last Saturday and it must've been something big, otherwise I wouldn't have lost all my memories from the last 4 5 6... Whoa! 15 days! The last thing I remember is that I was riding my bike to school like any other normal day and it was April 1st. I remember that because it was Prince's birthday and he gets all moody if I forget his birthday.

I decide to enter school acting like nothing happened. When I'm inside, my eyes search for Prince because I think, and hope, he has some answers. I find him next to his locker looking worried.

"What's up, your majesty?" I say trying to look casual.

"Do not talk to me ever again" he slams his locker door.

He looks pissed. I must've done something really bad.

"What? Why?"

"You know why."

"As a matter of fact, I don't" I sigh

If I did something bad then I better not worsen the situation. I decide to be honest and drop the everything-is-cool act.

"What do you mean?"

"Listen, Gumball" I say in my most serious tone, "The last thing I remember is that you were getting all excited about your birthday and that I was getting here in my bike as always. "

"But my birthday was 15 days ago. "

"Exactly"

He raises an eyebrow.

"Connect the dots, your majesty"

"You don't remember anything?"

"Nope" I say ashamed.

"So you don't remember about Fionna?"

"Who's that?"

The name sounds familiar but I can't seem to find any memory about that person.

Reviews, follow please? I think the next chapter could be a bit longer but you know, it'd be hard if I try to keep the mystery

I'll try to update every week :)