Chapter Eight: I Guess I Need You Baby
Randy let John in, muttering that Alex was in the garden. She was sitting under a garden umbrella, reading a book and swining backwards on the back legs. She only looked up when she reailsed someone was sitting next to her. The first thing he noticed was that her scars where gone.
"What happened to your face?"
"The wonders of make-up. Look."
She leaned closer and he could see the bumpy, slightly lighter marks on her face. "Wow. That's great."
She nodded and folded over the corner of her page.
"So, tell me about your week. It had to be better then mine."
"Erm....I won the number one contenders match."
"Yes!" She said brightly. "I saw that! It was really weird, it was like, hey I use to do that! What else?"
"Nothing. What about you?''
What John really meant was, what happened at the hospital, and they both knew it, so Alex stalled. "I went out for chinease food."
"Anything else?"
"Cynthia visited."
"And?"
Alex laughed. "The hospital said that there was no change and as long as I'm settling in alright then there are no problems."
The disappointment that crossed his face was only there for a few seconds, but she saw it and bent her head, feeling bad that she was disappointing everyone so much. Then she felt angry and wanted to scream that it wasn't her fault. But it passed as quickly as John's disappointed look.
"Tell me about your girlfriend." Alex said, returning the chair to all fours and crossing her legs. "Because I know you must have one."
He thought he was going to throw up, for a horrible moment John thought he was going to throw up and a million excuse filled his head. Just tell the truth popped up, so he did.
"Not anymore. I did, a while ago, but we broke up."
"Do you still see her?"
"All the time."
"Are you still friends?"
"We pretend to be, but we still love each other."
Alex looked at him like he was crazy, and he noticed that when she scratched her nose, her finger followed the scar.
"Then why aren't you together?"
"She has someone else and he loves her alot."
She nodded and then moved her chair right up to the table so it was almost digging into her. "You know what you need to do? Tell her that you want her back, that you need her back and that even though you understand that she's with someone else, you love her, and she loves you. Love is all you need."
He thought about this for a second and almost laughed. He had spent months trying to convince her to come back to him, and there she was, telling him exactly how to do it. She was looking at him, waiting for his reaction.
"Well?"
"I'll try that." He told her. "By the way, that's a beatle's song."
"What? The whole thing?"
He laughed and shook his head. "No, just the end. Love is all you need."
"That's because it's true." She said. "You know since I lost my memory, I think I've gotten smarter."
"How would you know?"
She shrugged and streched her arms above her head. "Just a feeling."
"What would you do?" If it was you."
"Go with whoever I loved I suppose."
She was right, she really had gotten smarter. He quickly tried to remember everything she'd said but two things stuck in his mind. She wanted to know that he needed her, and love was all you need. Cliche, but true.
Randy let John in, muttering that Alex was in the garden. She was sitting under a garden umbrella, reading a book and swining backwards on the back legs. She only looked up when she reailsed someone was sitting next to her. The first thing he noticed was that her scars where gone.
"What happened to your face?"
"The wonders of make-up. Look."
She leaned closer and he could see the bumpy, slightly lighter marks on her face. "Wow. That's great."
She nodded and folded over the corner of her page.
"So, tell me about your week. It had to be better then mine."
"Erm....I won the number one contenders match."
"Yes!" She said brightly. "I saw that! It was really weird, it was like, hey I use to do that! What else?"
"Nothing. What about you?''
What John really meant was, what happened at the hospital, and they both knew it, so Alex stalled. "I went out for chinease food."
"Anything else?"
"Cynthia visited."
"And?"
Alex laughed. "The hospital said that there was no change and as long as I'm settling in alright then there are no problems."
The disappointment that crossed his face was only there for a few seconds, but she saw it and bent her head, feeling bad that she was disappointing everyone so much. Then she felt angry and wanted to scream that it wasn't her fault. But it passed as quickly as John's disappointed look.
"Tell me about your girlfriend." Alex said, returning the chair to all fours and crossing her legs. "Because I know you must have one."
He thought he was going to throw up, for a horrible moment John thought he was going to throw up and a million excuse filled his head. Just tell the truth popped up, so he did.
"Not anymore. I did, a while ago, but we broke up."
"Do you still see her?"
"All the time."
"Are you still friends?"
"We pretend to be, but we still love each other."
Alex looked at him like he was crazy, and he noticed that when she scratched her nose, her finger followed the scar.
"Then why aren't you together?"
"She has someone else and he loves her alot."
She nodded and then moved her chair right up to the table so it was almost digging into her. "You know what you need to do? Tell her that you want her back, that you need her back and that even though you understand that she's with someone else, you love her, and she loves you. Love is all you need."
He thought about this for a second and almost laughed. He had spent months trying to convince her to come back to him, and there she was, telling him exactly how to do it. She was looking at him, waiting for his reaction.
"Well?"
"I'll try that." He told her. "By the way, that's a beatle's song."
"What? The whole thing?"
He laughed and shook his head. "No, just the end. Love is all you need."
"That's because it's true." She said. "You know since I lost my memory, I think I've gotten smarter."
"How would you know?"
She shrugged and streched her arms above her head. "Just a feeling."
"What would you do?" If it was you."
"Go with whoever I loved I suppose."
She was right, she really had gotten smarter. He quickly tried to remember everything she'd said but two things stuck in his mind. She wanted to know that he needed her, and love was all you need. Cliche, but true.