A/N: If you think about it, it's like they call fall in all over again :) Or not...

Ian was more nervous than he would have liked to admit. It was easier meeting her all over again earlier, when he had almost no feelings for her. But he was in love with her now, and just thinking that she might never remember them again scared him.

Not that he'd ever admit any of that.

"Welcome, lo - Amy," he corrected himself. He was used to kissing Amy whenever the two greeted, but he knew that if he did that, it would not have been the same.

"Hello," she replied quietly, not meeting his eyes.

"You will be staying in the guest room," Ian continued, slowly watching her reaction. "We used to sleep in the same room," he admitted. "But I doubt you would enjoy that right now."

Amy shook her head vigorously.

"Natalie will be over tomorrow morning, with her belongings."

Amy slowly processed this in her mind. "So, we're a-alone tonight?"

Ian nodded, ignoring the fact that he loved this girl and being treated like a disgusting stranger both saddened and annoyed him. "Natalie will be staying with us on weekdays, but on weekends, she'd rather not be with us."

She let out a heavy sigh. "O-Okay."

"I will show you to your room," he finally said, leaning over to pick up her bag. As he did, his bare arm brushed her hand.

She pulled away immediately at the contact, and stammered, "I-I can t-take my own b-bag."

He frowned. "Are you sure?" He didn't understand what was wrong with the small contact they made. He sighed, wondering when she would even allow him to kiss her.

She nodded quickly.

"Okay..." he sighed, leading the way.

Amy followed quietly. Her eyes wandered the large house curiously. She couldn't believe that she used to live there with him, alone. This is all a dream. I will wake up, and I will tell Dan all about this crazy dream, and we will laugh at how crazy this is, she told herself.

Even so, she doubted herself. Ian seemed so sure that they were once in love, and she could tell from the way he looked at her that he really did love her. However, she was less sure of her feelings. She didn't remember loving him ever - except perhaps a slight crush in the earlier ages - but even so, she felt her heartbeat increase when she first saw him after she woke up. It was as if her body was trying to tell her even.

"This is your room," he introduced, pushing the door open.

Amy blinked. It was gorgeous. Light yellow paint adorned the wall, followed by baby blue designs on the wall and light green waves. The queen size bed was right in the middle, adorned with designs. The closet was already almost full - from clothes from before, she assumed - and she gawked at it. There were so many nice things, but she couldn't remember buying any of them.

"They're yours," he told her, affirming her guess. "They fit you, because you bought them. I moved them from our closet to here, and I got the room decorated to fit your liking. I know you hated how it was decorated earlier."

Amy couldn't agree with him - she didn't remember. Instead, she nodded wordlessly.

"I should go now," he sighed, realizing she still didn't remember. Part of him hoped foolishly that the room - her old room, from her old apartment that she lived in while they were beginning to date - would bring back memories. Or that the clothes they both bought together would spark images.

She watched him leave, and when the door closed, she fell onto the bed. The sheets were cold from their misuse, but they were comfortingly soft. She snuggled beneath them, and stared up at the decorated wall.

A pang of pain ran through her as she realized she still didn't remember anything.

Amy wake awoken by a loud slam. She flew awake, her eyes colliding with her brother's.

"Oops," was all he said.

"What are you doing?" Amy asked, stretching.

"I came here to check up on you. Plus, Natalie called me at six in the morning to tell me to come over," he said, rolling his eyes. "You know, she really was your friend. She was close to you, too." He paused, glancing at her. "You still don't remember?"

She shook her head. "And this still sounds ridiculous."

Dan shrugged. "Maybe. Now get up, because Ian's taking us to eat breakfast at some fancy place."

Amy watched as her brother left, and sighed. She was not looking forward to eating breakfast with the Kabras.

A/N: Sorry it's short, and that I haven't updated this for so long. I've been working on "Me Against the World" more. Anyway, hope you enjoyed...