I leftrealized left the 39 Clues MB :'(
*sigh* I had an awesome time on there... It was basically my life from November 2011-August 2012 :P I'll probably go back on in a few months... hopefully...
DISCLAIMER; TooBusyBeingAnAwkoTaco does not own The 39 Clues or their characters, only her own
I woke up the next morning with no memory what so ever. My mind was completely empty. When I tried to think, it just went blank. Great.
I didn't know who I was, where I was, or what the hell was up with my hair. It was pink, for God's sake!
I put on some random clothing from my closet. I brushed out my pink hair and walked out the door. I coughed.
The house was huge! And I had no idea where I was going. So I ended up getting lost.
Somebody tapped my shoulder. I spun around and saw this guy, maybe seventeen, he was wearing shades even though we were inside, a white muscle shirt, a black leather jacket, baggy pants, vans, and lots of gold chains.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
I bit my lip "Walking."
"Um, word. But aren't you hungry?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Uh, do you mind leading me to the kitchen? Or... Telling me what your name is?"
Dude's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "What?"
"Nice to meet you, What." I held out my hand. He didn't shake at all. Rawr.
"What do you remember?" What asked.
I scratched my forehead. "Nothing."
"What's your name?"
"Dunno."
"Age?"
"Dunno."
"Birthday?"
"Dunno. Like I said, I know nothing."
"Great," What pulled out his phone and dialed. "Hello? Hey, pops. Uh, yeah. She doesn't remember anything. It's a side effect? Good. A week?! Oh God... K, bye."
What hung up his phone. "Your name is Lindsay. Uh... You got into an accident and a side effect to your medication is memory loss. You'll get you memory back in a week."
I tapped the top of my head, wanting the memories to come back now. Unfortunately, that didn't work.
"So... I guess your name isn't What."
"No, it's Jonah. Jonah Wizard. You cousin, and teen superstar, and..." Jonah grinned mischievously. "You love working as my personal servant."
I raised an eyebrow. "I do?"
"You do. Come on. I'll show y'all the kitchen, then yo can cook me some breckie." Jonah said. He led me downstairs and to the kitchen.
I saw six other people in the kitchen; a pregnant girl, a really buff dude, an auburn haired girl, a charming boy, a makeshift Barbie, and a Puerto Rican. Odd bunch.
"Am I related to all of them?" I whispered to Jonah.
He grinned. "None of them, actually."
That took me off guard. I just live with random people.
"Your best friend, her boyfriend, Sinead, your ex boyfriend, his new girlfriend, and Ian."
I nodded. "Names?"
"Emma, Hamilton, Dan, and Molly."
"I'm sticking with Barbie."
"That's what you called her before."
"Really?"
Jonah nodded.
"Cool."
I walked over and stood in front of the stove. I stared at it blankly.
"Hey, Jo..." I trailed off. He glanced up at me. "Are you sure I always made breakfast for you? Because I have no freaking idea how to work this thing."
Everybody glanced at each other before cracking up. Well, Barbie didn't laugh. She just looked confused. Jonah smiled triumphantly.
"What's up with you?" Emma asked.
"I... Amnesia. That's what it's called, right?"
Emma gaped. "Amnesia? F*ck, what the hell did you do?"
"Uh..." I glanced back at Jonah for support. He just said something about an accident and medication. I didn't know the full story, so I needed him to help me out.
"The medication she took. At the hospital. Side effect is memory loss." Jonah explained.
Everybody nodded understandingly. What? Do people lose memory on a daily basis here?
"Uh, yeah." I mumbled. Jeez, this is awkward. Nothing can ever be more awkward then sitting in a room with people you don't know, but they know you.
"So you told her that she always made breakfast for you?" Hamilton asked Jonah. He nodded.
"I've always wanted to have fun with a person with amnesia." Emma declared. She glared at me. "Who the f*ck are you?"
My cheeks flamed up. My heart beat increased as I realized I was the center of attention. Emma ruffled my hair. "I'm just joking."
"My name's Lindsay, right? And I'm 23% per cent sure I have a brother."
"Luke." Jonah filled me in. "He's 11."
"Yeah, um, can you tell me some things about myself? You know to, trigger the memories?" I asked, kind of embarrassed.
"You like Ruffles."
"And Call of Duty."
"And sleeping."
"And the Hunger Games, and Percy Jackson."
"And the Ready Set."
The only people who didn't say anything were Dan and Barbie. Well, I guess I didn't know them too well. But wait — didn't Jonah say he was my ex boyfriend...?
"Call of Duty?" I asked, sheepishly.
Dan slammed his hands down on the mahogany table. "Don't tell me you forgot about COD."
Something inside me shouted "That is mahogany!" but I decided not to say that out loud.
"I'm sorry. But I don't remember a thing." I replied.
Dan stood up. "Come on. I'll show you."
Barbie glared at her apparent 'boyfriend'. "But Dan, can't we show her another time? We got the fashion show, remember?"
I scrunched up my nose. "Fashion show? Dude, you don't look like one of them."
Dan squinted his eyes. "One of who?"
"Um, fashion... People? Like, you know, guys who dress like, in, um, colorful tight clothes, and their voices..."
"Are high pitched!" Emma shouted. "Like Kevin!"
"Yeah! Wait, who's Kevin?" I asked.
Emma shook her head. "You've never met him. And be happy."
"K..."
"Yeah, but not all guys in the fashion industry are like that." Barbie challenged.
I folded my arms across my chest. "Name one."
"Rob Evans!" Emma shouted.
I glared at her.
"Choose a side!" Hamilton poked her.
Emma took a sip of chocolate milk. "I have a right to attain maturity of either of the sides."
Everybody stared blankly at her.
"That is the single most smartest thing I've very heard you say..." Ian whispered.
Emma scowled. "Shut up. I'm a very smart person."
Sinead smirked. "What's 4 million six hundred thirty four thousand—"
"Life smart. Not math smart."
"Whatever." Sinead muttered.
"Are they always like this?" I asked Dan.
"Mhmm. It really sucks that you forget everything. Did it say how long you won't have any memories?"
I gazed over at Jonah.
"A week." Jonah answered.
I nodded. "A week."
"Oh. How about COD?" Dan asked.
"How about fashion show?" Barbie grabbed Dan's arm. "You're not dating her anymore."
"So?" Dan asked. "We can still be friends."
I scrunched up my nose again. "Did I say that?"
"Say what?"
"That we can still be friends?"
"No, I did. Why?"
"Dude, that only happens in the movies. Ex couples never stay friends."
"Oh, so you remember that, but not your freaking name?"
"Yeah."
"Fashion show it is." Dan and Barbie walked away to a different room, Barbie with a devious smirk on her face.
"Assholes." I murmured.
I sat down on top of the island. "Anybody have any Ruffles? I wanna see how amazing these things are."
Hamilton opened a cupboard and tossed me a blue bag.
I opened it up and peered inside. I saw... Chips. These are Ruffles? Sweet.
I took a handful and shoved it my mouth. Oh my gawd, now I know why I freaking love these things!
"God, it's heaven in a bag." I sighed.
Emma bit her lip.
"What?" I asked.
"I guess you don't have you dirty mind anymore." Emma murmured.
"Sure..." I trailed off, stuffing my face with Ruffles.
"How 'bout some COD?" Hamilton offered. "I can get Jake too—"
The doorbell rang. A cat sprinted out of another room and started hissing at the door.
I glanced at everybody else. Thy didn't seem like they were going to get the door. So I stood up and opened it up myself.
In front of the door was a guy, he was black hair with a little blue spike over top of his shining blue eyes. He had many piercings, and his lips were pressed into a tight line on his pale face.
I bit my lip. "Hey."
"Hey, Lindsay. I came to talk about what happened." He told me.
I gazed back at the kitchen. Everybody was talking and laughing. I stepped outside, shutting the heavy door behind me.
"Sorry. I—"
I was going to tell him that I aid no idea who the hell he was. But he interrupted me.
"I should be the one saying sorry. I didn't mean to. I thought we were on the same page, and—"
I grabbed his shoulders. "What the hell are you talking about?"
His face contorted with confusion. "What?"
"You heard me."
"The kiss, remember? I kissed you, Uh... 5, 6 days ago? I came the next day but this really, really buff dude answered and said you were at the hospital. What happened, by the way?"
I shrugged. "Dunno."
"You... You don't know?"
"Mind telling me your name?"
"Lindsay, if this is some sort of a joke..."
"It's not. I seriously don't know your name."
"It's Caleb." He stared at me blankly, as if I were stupid. "We met in Thailand, like, eight months ago."
"Right... See, when I was at the hospital, I took this medication that made me lose my memory. It'll be back in a week though." I explained, scratching the back of my neck.
"Really?" Caleb asked. I nodded. "Wow."
"Well, maybe if you come inside you can tell me all about yourself? Please?" I looked up into his electric blue eyes.
He smiled. "Alright."
I opened up the door an brought him inside. Jonah glanced at him up and down.
"Who's this?" Jonah asked through a mouth full of Ruffles. My eyes darted back and between Jonah and the bag of chips that everybody was feasting on.
"I may have amnesia, but I have a feeling I flipped shit when you ate my Ruffles."
Jonah abruptly stopped chewing, as did Emma, Hamilton, Ian, Sinead, another girl, and three other guys.
Then, at lightning speed, everybody dispersed into random directions, leaving Caleb and I alone in the kitchen.
"Well then."
I picked up the aluminum bag, not surprised that it was empty.
"Want to come up to my bedroom?" I asked. Caleb nodded, failing to hide his laughter.
"What?" I questioned.
"Your family... Not like mine." Caleb followed me up the stairs. This morning was clear as glass in my mind, so I used my memory (or lack of, thereof) to guide Caleb to my bedroom.
I immediately jumped onto the bed. Caleb sat down beside me. Now on my stomach, my head rested on my hands, I smirked at him.
"Twenty questions?" I asked.
Caleb grinned, getting more comfortable. "Okay. I'll go first. Do you remember anything?"
"Before this morning? Nope. So this game is kind of pointless. Uh... I'll just ask you questions. Like, what happened when me met?"
Caleb took a deep breath, as if he was about to recite a speech. "Thailand, eight months ago. These two people threw you into a manhole, and started pouring oil into it. I turned off the pump, helped you out, then we went and robbed a house together."
I cursed under my breath. "I wish I remember that. It sounds like so much fun."
I hung my head over the side of the bed and groaned. This was so annoying!
"It's fine. You said your memory will be back in a week, right?" Caleb inquired.
I nodded. But when I was hanging upside down I guess it sort of looked like a had a neck spasm.
"So... Will you still remember this week? Or will you forget about it?"
"Most likely remember." I answered. "Why?"
"Just wondering." Caleb shrugged.
"So... Question número two. What are your thoughts on world peace?"
Caleb raised his eyebrows. "What?"
I shrugged. "Ran out of questions. You don't have to answer."
"Alrighty, then."
"You said we kissed, right?"
Caleb nodded. "Yeah. Then you freaked out and ran away.
My cheeks flamed up as I sat up. "I did? God, I'm sorry."
"No, it's cool. You probably had a reason."
"Which I forget. Bloody fantastic."
I peered over at Caleb. He was staring down at his feet as he kicked then around aimlessly.
"That reason is gone, Caleb. That was your move."
I smiled when he turned around with an embarrassed expression on his face.
"Right."
He pressed his lips against mine. That must've been a good reason I had, because this boy was an amazing kisser. And he was hot, too. Sweet.
We pulled away at the same time with huge grins on our faces. Caleb leaned his forehead on mine, and I gently felt his warm breath caressing my lower lip. Gods, I wanted to kiss him more!
So I kissed him again, and this time, I leaned backwards until I was lying down, with Caleb on top of me. How could anybody run away from this guy?
Warmth spread throughout my body at the touch of his soft lips. Caleb pulled away from my mouth and started kissing along my neck and jawline. My heart was beating so fast, I was pretty sure he could here it.
All of a sudden, Caleb stopped. He said up completely straight, and tried to act casual.
"Wha—"
The door opened up and Dan poked his head inside. "What'cha up to?"
"We're talking." I lied, hopping he believed me.
Dan nodded. "Right. Um, Amy was thinking we could go out for lunch. She wanted your opinion on where to go."
I stared at him. "Does she know I have amnesia?"
"No."
"Tell her that, and maybe my opinion won't matter so much."
I don't know why, but felt an indescribable anger towards Dan. I guess when our break up wasn't that long ago. But glancing over at Caleb, I knew I was over it.
"Alright. She says Caleb's welcome to come."
Was that just me, or did I here jealousy in his voice? Even if I did, why would he be jealous? He has a girlfriend of his own.
"Nah, it's cool. I gotta get home in half an hour anyways." Caleb answered.
Dan nodded and shut the door leaving us alone again.
I gazed at Caleb expectantly. When the coast was clear, Caleb leaned on top of me again, and crashed his lips onto mine.
