This is an idea I had while I was at camp...I insipired it from two movies...The Vow and The notebook...please if you find too many similarities review and tell me so I can fix it...

Disclaimer-I do not own Kickin 'it...

CHAPTER ONE

I woke up with the sound of two voices talking...my body is aching...my head is hurting...I want to open my eyes but the eyelids feel so heavy...

"How long will she stay like this?"a really familiar voice asked.

"The doctors said that she'll wake up soon enough"the other voice answered.

Wake up? Wake up from what? What are they talking about? Where am I? I tried to move but the pain was unbereable...Why am I in pain? Too many questions...my head is killing me...I heard someone crying...my mum? Why is she crying?

I wanted to move...to calm her down...but all I managed to do was just a small flinch...at my fingers...

"I think she moved"the second voice said. YES...YES I DID!

"Are you sure Jack?"

"I'm sure"

Jack? Why do I feel weird at the sound of this name? More important...who is he? I tried to open my eyes but I just couldn't...it took too much energy...

"I'll call the doctor"

You have to try harder! I ordered myself...so I did...and after a couple of minutes which felt like hours I managed to open my eyes...well...not completely...a really bright light was making my eyes tear and blur my vision...

"Mum"I whispered with a really hoarse voice. I felt my mother's hands cupping mine...

"I'm here sweety...calm down...everything's going to be fine"

"What are you talking about? Where am I?" What's my name?

"You don't remember?"

"No...I don't...I don't remember my name...What's happening?"

My mum looked worried at my dad and that's when a much younger man came in the room with a doctor at his side. When his eyes landed on mine a felt a weird feeling at my stomach...but why? I don't even know him. His eyes were full of happiness and I just couldn't help the question that left my mouth...

"Who is he?" Hurt suddenly replaced the happiness in his eyes.

"You don't remember me?" he asked.

"Sorry but...no" I turned my attention back to my mum.

"What's going on?" Instead of my mother though talked the doctor.

"Can you tell me your age?"

"Um...uh...17...I think...I'm not sure" My parents looked at me weirdly.

"Your name?"

"Um..." I tried to remember...I tried really hard but nothing came as a good answer.

"I don't know"

The doctor looked at my parents...

"Do you remember them?"

"Yes...they're my parents"

"How about their names?"

"I-I don't remember"

"I don't think it's something too serious...it's memory loss...in order to restore everything she has forgotten you should talk to her...fill anything she has forgotten...you can leave in two days...now excuse me I have to leave"

I looked at my parents and the minute the doctor left the room I felt tears in my eyes.

"Memory loss? What happened?"

My mum came forward and sat at the edge of my bed. "Sweety...you've been at a car accident...you were driving...you're 21...not 17 and you're name is Avery Jones"

"Yeah...right...I wish I was 21...but I'm 17" I stated. Then the man-whose name is Jack and apparently he is a friend of mine-walked closer and showed me one picture on his phone. It was me...smiling while I was blowing candles over a cake...two candles at a shape of the numbers '2' and '1'.

I looked at him and gave him the phone."Last week you turned 21...later that night we had a fight and you left...and next time I saw you...you were on this bed...next morning of your birthday"

I was completely socked...I haven't graduated yet...I...this can't be true...I started panicking and I heard the stupid machine that indicated my heart beat going faster and faster every minute. A nurse came in the room and said that all of them should leave me alone to rest...so soon enough I was alone in a hospital room...trying to fall asleep...after two hours of tossing and turning on my bed I finally managed to fall asleep...

Two days passed...I'm now standing at my room...It seems the same to me...with a few things missing...like my laptop and lots of my clothes...mum says it's because I left the house when I turned 18...I'm going to stay with them and after a couple of months I'm going to visit my real house...I looked through my stuff just in case I found something that would help me remember...

I looked through some drawers and on my desk but everything seemed familiar...I opened one last drawer and I found a light blue notebook that had some letters drawed in every colour that said 'Avery's diary' and below that 'Stay away'. I smiled as I remembered this diary...I also remember that I stoped writting at it after I moved out...I don't remember moving out...just the fact that I stopped writting at it. I flipped through the pages until I found the first blank page. I took a pencil and draw a line across the page...after that I wrote in big capital letters the phrase "AFTER THE ACCIDENT".

I flipped that page and wrote on the next one...

Dear diary,

I've been told that my name is Avery Jones. I had a car accident the night of my 21st birthday and I have absolutely no memory of the years after I turned 17. I'm staying again with my parents even though they told me that I have an apartment...

I don't know why I feel like everything is fine when everyone is telling me that I have memory loss...Mum was talking with Jack...I wasn't supposed to hear anything but I did. She told him to give me some time...to remember him...I just can't...He agreed and left the hospital and I haven't seen him since then...I think that me and him were really good friends...maybe if I spent some time with him I might remember him...So here's what I'll do. I'll read the diary and I'm going to do anything I can in order to get my memory back...In order to restore these 4 years...

I closed the diary and hide it behind the painting above my bed...maybe this is childish...but I feel like I'm a teenager...not a adult...

I took the cellphone my mum said was mine and searched my contacts...soon enough I found his name and I pressed the call button. I waited for a while until he picked up.

"Hey...Av...you okay?"

"Yeah...um...I don't remember yet but something tells me that we were close and maybe you can help?"

"We were...of course I'll help"

"Great...How about tom.?"I asked.

"I'll pick you up at 7. Coffee?"

"Sure. The house is-"

"I know"

"Oh...okay then. I'll see you tom. Bye"

"Bye"

Is that excitment? Am I into him? Oh my god...Where we a thing?

***so end of first chapter...hope you like...