Hey guys. I'm starting to get writer's block and it's a really pain in the ass, so this chapter will be a filler.


Eddie POV

I looked at her confused face. Still, she couldn't remember.

We were sitting at my house, and she was sitting on my couch, not looking me in the eye. We had tried out some memory jogs a few minutes ago.

"What's the last thing you remember?" I asked.

"I told you," she said lazily. "I fell asleep by a fence."

"Were you high?"

"Were you?!"

It didn't go to well, and I think I ticked her off. She wasn't talking to me anymore, and it was pretty awkward.

"Eddie-" She started.

"No," I cut her off. "You don't remember anything, right?"

She nodded. "Where I went to sleep," she repeated, but then her face lit up. "And before that. I had laid down in bed, and I couldn't sleep."

"That explains the messy bed," I muttered, pulling out my notepad. I had taken the liberty to right down all the peculiar things I saw. I checked off messy bed. "What else?"

"Um," she said, thinking hard. "I got up and made some fruit punch." She stated.

"The doormat." Check. "And after that?"

"I put it in a glass pitcher and then went to my room. I dropped it and the glass shattered everywhere. And when I tried to pick it up, I dropped my cup and the fruit punch spilled from out the cup."

"So that explains the glass and the cup," I muttered. Check and check. "What about after that?"

"I-" She started, but then she made a face and stopped. "I don't remember."

I sighed and threw my notepad on the ground. I still didn't know why the door was opened and why the place wasn't different from it's appearance 3 nights ago.

"Alright then," I said after a minute. "We're getting somewhere. What did you have on you that night?"

"I don't know," she said, eyebrows scrunching together. "But I went to sleep with this purse."

She slid a black bag from her shoulder that I obviously hadn't noticed.

"What's in it," I asked eagerly. Memory was one thing, but items were another.

"I haven't checked. But the weird thing is, I've never seen this purse in my life." She looked up at me, as if I had some sort of explanation.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Open it."

She looked unsure, but then nodded and slid the zipper to the other end of the purse. She pulled the sides apart, and we both gasped.

"Oh. My. God."


There you go. Maybe not a filler. I sorta just went with the flow on this one.

Look guys, if I changed this story to a mystery, would you still read it? I have lots of great ideas now, but they're all for a mystery. So, your thoughts? The title won't change, because this is still gonna be a romantic comedy with some mystery occurring, if it's ok with you guys.