Hola! What's up peoples? Time for Chapter 7! :O

Disclaimer:

Ella: Iggy's mine! *Tugs Iggy's left arm*

Me: No he's mine! *Tugs Iggy's right arm*

JP: Actually, he's mine.

Ch. 7:

Max POV

I figured out from my mom that before I tripped and fell down a hill like an idiot I used dance to get exercise. I had class on Wednesday and let me tell you, I sucked. It wasn't my fault that I forgot all the moves to the dance. Okay, maybe it was. I decided I'd stick to jogging for exercise from now on.

I put on my running shorts and a sports bra and left the house. What? A shirt would've made me sweat and I was just going on a little run.

I ran for the park and then did a few laps around the field. I paused to catch my breath and then I sensed someone behind me.

"Hi Max." A man's voice said. I whipped my head around and saw chestnut hair, hazel eyes, and a smile.

"Sam?" I asked. Why was he talking to me outside of school? He's one of the populars.

He nodded and flashed me another smile. What is with this guy and smiles?

"I was wondering if you wanted to get some ice cream with me." He jerked his chin toward the truck standing by the playground.

Say no, Max. You haven't finished running and you barely know this guy. But the ice cream…

"Okay." I found myself staring longingly at the truck.

We walked up towards the truck and began to order our ice cream.

"Whaddaya want?" The guy inside the truck looked like he belonged in the mafia, not selling ice cream. He was big and bulky and had an ever-present frown on his face.

"A cookie ice-cream sandwich." I said while trying to keep the doubt out of my voice. I still wasn't sure this guy wasn't going to jump me. And yes, I got the ice cream smothered by two cookies.

"A scoop of vanilla." Sam said while paying for both of our ice creams. Maybe I didn't know Sam, but come on! It was free ice cream. What would you do? Say no? You're insane.

Sam ate his vanilla ice cream in twice the time it took me to mine. I think my fast eating is a talent.

"So, Max. How has everything been after the accident?" Sam asked me.

"Normal, for the most part. I've been trying to remember things, but I've still got nada."

Sam nodded knowingly, but in reality how could he know?

Sam slipped an arm over my shoulder in what he thought was a smooth move. I didn't want to be rude so I let him keep it there.

We talked about school and homework and annoying teachers. You know, everything you talk about when you're trying to make things not be awkward.

Sam leaned in and I knew he was going for a kiss, so I got up and started sprinting toward my house.

Before exiting the park, I yelled to Sam over my shoulder.

"Thanks for the ice cream!"

Who said I don't have manners? I just don't really like Sam. You know, at all. He was totally about looks. I could tell because he kept sneaking looks at my chest. I mean seriously? My eyes are on my face.

I got home to find Iggy standing in my kitchen eating one of my mom's famous cookies.

"Maxie!" He cried joyfully.

I grabbed the cookie from his hand and started eating it. He took another from the pile and smashed it over my head.

I saw a boy and a girl. The boy smashed a cookie over the girl's head.

She retaliated by smashing an egg on the boy. The boy then started throwing flour all over the girl and her new dress.

They kept this up until an older man came into the room and stopped both of them.

"Max. Max are you okay?" I heard Iggy's voice.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I mumbled.

"You just collapsed. I didn't know whether to call the paramedics or not."

"Don't! Don't." The last thing I needed was to be stuck in the hospital again.

"What happened?" Iggy questioned.

"I- um. I think I remembered something." I said quietly.

"Really?" Iggy's eyes bulged to the size of saucers.

"Don't get your hopes up. It was just something small."

"What?" Iggy said, sounding curious.

"It was… us. We were kids and we were having a food fight. You smashed a cookie on me, I threw an egg at you, and you threw flour at me. You started it, by the way. Then an older guy came into the room and broke it up." I said finally.

"Your dad." Iggy said while smiling genuinely. "I remember that. We were both 5. It's kind of funny that that's the first thing you remember."

"So you admit to having started it?" I said suspiciously.

"Only you could ruin a moment like this, Max." He rolled his eyes.

"It's a talent." I told him.

Just then my mom entered the room. She looked at us both sternly.

"What was with all the shouting?" She gave me the famous glare I knew I had inherited.

"Max remembered something!" Iggy exclaimed happily.

"Really?" My mom's eyes widened just like Iggy's had.

"It was nothing big. Just a food fight I had with Iggy when we were 5." I tried to play it off.

My mom took it as a great sign though. She hugged me for at least 5 minutes straight.

"I love you so much." She murmured into my hair.

"I know, Mom." I choked out. "Can I breathe now?"

She let go of me and began to make more cookies. Maybe I should remember more things, it means more cookies right?

"I have to go, Maxie. See ya." Iggy tried to skip out the door but ended up falling on his face. So much for a graceful exit.

As happy as I was that my memory was coming back, I was scared too. What if it was a past that I didn't want to remember?

Max is starting to remember. Who is freaked out by this? What will she remember? DUN DUN DUN!

~Cake.