"Come on!" My mum was screaming at me. "Come on! Remember her!" She started shaking me exasperatedly.

"Mum ... you are in the way of the TV."

"For Goodness sake!" she let go of me and went to switch off the television.

I gasped melodramatically. "Mum!"

"Tobey! It has been two years, and you remember everyone but her. Is there any reason? Are you compressing it? Or are you doing a Tobey, telling a little story and seeing how long it takes for someone to figure it out?"

"Doing a Tobey?" I stood up and walked to the kitchen and grabbed an apple. "The only times I have done a 'Tobey' was when I was ... 5 or maybe a bit older. And even now I can't remember who I pulled those tricks on!"

"Callie Rose!"

"I don't remember her!" I exclaimed, biting into the apple also melodramatically and I sat back down.

"Well she is coming round in 5 minutes."

"Mum, I am twenty three. I am old enough to be able to go out and about, without either you, Sephy, or Callie Rose coming with me just incase I remember her! I would surely tell you ... when I get home(!)" I said slowly and sarcastically. It wasn't appreciated.

"Tobey Durbridge I - " Doorbell. "Saved by the bell." She went to answer it. "Callie Rose! Come in!"

"AAARRRRRRGGGGGGG!" I shouted and I stormed upstairs, but not before I saw the pain building up in Callie's beautiful eyes.

"TOBEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Mum shouted.

"TO GET MY COAT! Do you want me to get the strait jacket whilst I am at it?" I slammed my cupboard door loudly to make my point and I stomped down the stairs.

"Tobey." Callie smiled. She said my name as if I where some sort of drug to her. Weird. "Where are we going?"

"I forget." I joked. They both looked at me miraculously. "The cinema? Ok? The cinema. The ruddy cinema. Cant a guy joke once in a while?"

"Not about that." My mum sneered. I rolled my eyes.

"Shall we go?" Callie asked, still sweet, even after the way I sometimes treated her.

"Sure." My mum answered for me, and she shoved me out of the door. We walked in silence for a while, until I realised something.

"Um. This isn't the way to the cinema."

"I know. We aren't going there. We are going to my Nana's private beach."

"Riiight." We arrived there about two minutes later. She sat down immediately and I sat just to make her happy. She pulled something out from her bag and I noticed that it was a photo album and I groaned. "Another photo album?"

"It might help." I took her face in my hands and she looked deep into my eyes, longingly.

"Callie. I am so sorry, but I can't remember anything about you. I don't know why, but my memory has literally shaped itself around you. It may never come back, the doctors said that."

"They said that because I played such a big part in your life – and I did – your mind may take a while to remember me. Even longer than two years." Her eyes looked helpful, and I let go of her face and lay down. "Why where you angry with your mum?"

"I am 23. And you don't let me out of the house without you or my mum or yours. Why?"

"They said it's just incase you remember but have forgotten by the time you get home."

"And what about you?"

"I just want to get out of the house. And my mum says 'Why don't you take Tobey?' I agree, its irritating."

"Finally! An agreement." She laughed. It was a pretty laugh. "I am genuinely sorry though."

"It's not your fault." We looked at each other for a long time. I thought about doing something else, but I couldn't decide on a valid reason. Did I want to do it to remember, or because I wanted to? Should I? Or would it hurt her too much? My instinct won. I sat up, with her still staring at me. I grabbed her face again, and kissed her with all I had. She responded quickly and extraordinarily enthusiastically. I felt a random twist in my stomach and pulled away.

"Did I fancy you? When we were younger?" I asked.

"A lot. And I fancied you a lot too." We both smiled and leaned into kiss each other again.

*

"You look happy." Mum said as I shut the door.

"Happy?"

"Yes. Happy. Remember that?"

"That's not funny." The phone rang and I picked it up, just in case it was Callie. All we had done that afternoon was talk, and talk about childhood memories. She told me about herself, and her father, and I told her nothing. Because she knew it all, and I didn't know her. I started to feel rude. Even after just one afternoon with her, just talking, not her willing me to remember or both of our mothers there, trying to get me to remember, I realised that I really liked Callie. I wasn't sure if it was the same way that I knew she liked me though. "Hello?"

"Hello there! Is that Mr Durbridge."

"Yes. Is this the double glazing company that has called my everyday this week to see if I want windows?"

"Um... yes?"

"Let me just check. Yep. I still have windows. Bye." I slammed the phone down. My mum was looking at me with despair. "Whaaaaaaaa?" I had a sudden sharp pain in my head and I fell to the floor.

"Tobey? Are you Ok? Tobey?"

Everything went black.

*

"The ambulance men said that it was a migraine related to the head trauma two years ago. He refused to move, and they gave up in the end. Bloody medical service." My mum was telling Callie and Sephy what had just happened in the previous hour. All three of them looked worried.

"I'm fine! Honestly. It was random and its gone now."

"You would collapse the day I am going out for a meal wouldn't you?" Sephy complained.

"You're going with his mum!" Callie exclaimed.

"I know, but we can't go now can we?"

"Why Mum? He is 23 and can happily look after himself. If he wants me to stay with him I will, but I expect he wants to be on his own."

I smiled at her sticking up for me. "Nah. We can settle in and watch a movie can't we? We don't have a huge big screen though." I asked her.

"Perfectly fine." She smiled. She looked at both of them. "Off you trot then." The two mothers looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

"Just don't ... trash the place." Sephy warned.

"WE ARE TWENTY THREE!" we both yelled at the same time.

"Callie!"

"Mum," she said, putting her hand on her shoulder. "I am married." My heart sank. I knew that. I just never saw her husband, and genuinely had forgotten who he was. Everyone kept on saying that it was me, but I refused to believe it. My mum shot her a warning look. "Sorry. I mean, I am not your baby girl anymore. Technically I am, physically, I am not. So we won't 'trash' the place."

"But Callie, we weren't due to go out for two hours."

"Off you trot." Callie said through gritted teeth. My mum grabbed her coat and they left in a hurry.