Chapter 4: Chatting

"Oh."

Was it just me, or did Lizzie look a little disappointed?

Probably just wishful thinking, I guess.

"We've known each other since birth." I said proudly.

She chuckled. "Oh, you mean we met in nursery school."

"No, really. I am a week older than you. The first thing you ever saw was my one-week-old face."

"You're kidding me, right?"

I shook my head.

"Wow, I'm interested. Tell me more."

I sat down in a nearby chair. "Well, uh... Miranda. Our other best friend. We've known her since first grade. Kate is our mortal enemy. A popular, nasty excuse for a girl. Matt is you annoying brother. And Ethan-" I stopped.

"Ethan what?"

I sighed. "Ethan is your biggest crush."

She had that look on her face again, like the one she had when I told her who I was. "Oh."

"Don't you remember anything? Anything at all?' I asked hopefully.

She closed her eyes and looked deep in though , and shuddered. "It hurts to think."

My smile disappeared. "That's okay. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"I'm really sorry. I want myself to remember more than you do. You have no idea how it feels not to know who is who and what is what."

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Lizzie POV

"You're right, I don't'." They guy who claimed himself to be David Gordon said.

He was really nice and easy-going about my case of amnesia. It must be extremely hard for a person to see his best friend not even know who he is.

But it was no picnic for me, either. I didn't know my own family! Or my name, for that matter. David and I had shared our whole life together. How was he supposed to fill me in on all of that?

"David, do you know when I'll be able to go home?" I asked Even if I didn't know what my 'home' was like, it'd be better than being in a hospital.

David started cracking up.

"What?" I asked, sitting up in my bed. "What did I do? What did I say?"

"You-you-" He started, then cracked up again. Ooookay, he was scaring me.

He caught his breath eventually after a minute or two. "You called me David!"

He exclaimed.

"Uh, yeah, isn't that your name?"

I was really confused. One second this guy is saying his name is David, then another he's laughing his brains our because I called him that.

"My name is Gordo."

"What kind of name is that?" I asked. :You said your name was David."

"First of all, little miss Lizzie, you're the one that gave me the nickname Gordo when we were three, Second, my name *is* David, but no one ever calls me that."

"Oh, okay. I get it... sort of."

Having amnesia was very confusing.