Jake had to ride his bike to the hospital. His car was out of gas and he didn't have time to go buy some. He had just gotten off work a half hour ago. It was nearing 5:30 now and he had to get to the hospital and then go pick Zoey up for their dinner. He hoped she wouldn't mind riding his bike. He also hoped that he had enough money for two full meals. He pedaled hard, the wind hitting his face. His helmet was strapped under his chin so if he fell he wouldn't crack his head open and bleed all over the sidewalk.

He reached the hospital and parked his bike in front of it. He locked it to a nearby pole and, leaving his helmet on, he went inside the large building to meet his fate. This was the hospital, his aunt had told him, where his parents were sent right after their car crash. He was hoping the nurses would have some sort of file on Annie and Thomas Matthews.

He was looking around the large main entrance, hoping for some clue on where to go next. Several nurses passed him before one stopped to ask what he needed. He informed them of his parents and how he would like to see their files if they had any. The nurse asked him who he was and he told her. She tapped the clipboard she was holding with a pencil and made a clicking sound with her tongue. Sighing a little, she motioned for him to follow her.

Jake walked behind a nurse to a room with many file cabinets inside. She walked him to one of them and using a key that was dangling from a bracelet on her wrist, she opened one of the drawers. She looked through the several files inside and plucked one out. She handed it to Jake and started to move away when he quickly stopped her.

"Um… I'd like to see Chase Matthew's file too please," he said.

The nurse raised her eyebrows and turned back to the open drawer. As she looked for Chase's file, Jake started thumbing through his parents' information. There was an article cut out that was written about the car accident. He read it, slowly digesting the information as if it was a hamburger. He was awfully hungry.

Car crash takes Annie and Thomas Matthew's lives. The parents of 17 year old, Chase Matthews, collided with another vehicle while driving. The parents did not survive the crash, but Chase, who was in the car at the time, is in the hospital. We hope Chase will make it and pray that he comes out unharmed…

There was more, but Jake was too numb to continue reading. He turned back to the nurse and gave her the file back. She grabbed it from him and shoved it back into its place. Turning to face him, she crossed her arms across her chest and said, "No Chase Matthews, sorry. Are you sure he was in this hospital?"

"No," Jake said. "I'm… not sure." His mind was buzzing and his brain was hurting. He thanked the nurse and quickly walked out of the room. He felt as if someone had thrown a bowling ball into his stomach. He felt like throwing up. Annie and Thomas Matthews… the parents of 17 year old Chase…

He walked out of the hospital and got on his bike. He started riding. The air that blew around him made him feel exposed and pained. He was pedaling hard now. He was on the road with several cars in front and behind him. He usually didn't ride his bike on the road because it made him nervous, but today his mind was on other matters. Maybe that was why he didn't see the motorcycle coming.

Car horns honked furiously. Jake turned in time to see a mad drunk driving a motorcycle. He was swerving on the road and cutting cars off- and he was heading straight for Jake! Closer and closer, Jake didn't have time to think. He turned his bike over just in time. The motorcycle whizzed by, but it hit one of Jake's bike tires, spinning him around and making him lose control of the bicycle. He flew off his bike, skidding on to the sidewalk, head first.

Images flashed through his hand as he lay there on the ground, his bike next to him with the wheels spinning in the air. Cars stopped and people got out to see if he was alright. Jake's eyes were closed. Lights flashed behind his eyelids. Memories… flashbacks… they were all flowing back.

He was in the backseat of his parents' car. They were talking to him about seeing him more often. The words were ringing in his ears. He could hear his mother's voice. So clearly… it was as if she was right next to him…

"Now that you go to PCA, we hardly see you," Annie Matthews said in the front seat.

Thomas Matthews, who was driving the car, looked at his son in the rearview mirror and smiled. "How do you like that school, son? No troubles at all?"

"No, it's all good."

"Oh, you're all grown up," Annie said, sighing heavily. "Just yesterday you were in diapers and you still needed me to feed you milk through a bottle… Remember those days, Thomas? Oh… they were the best."

"Mom…"

"Well, I-"

"WATCH IT!"

Horns blared and cars skidded. Then two vehicles crashed. Then everything was dark. When he saw light again, he wasn't in the backseat of a car. He was in a hospital bed, his eyelids fluttering open. Bright lights were in his face and masked men were leaning over him. He groaned.

"He's awake!" one of the masked people said, grinning widely. "He's alive!"

"What…"

The masked person, who was identified as Doctor Kay, turned to him and asked, "How are you feeling?" The rest of the image blurred away as if it was hazy movie. When the picture cleared up again, he was standing beside a closed door, straining to listen to the conversation going on inside the room. Although he couldn't hear it, this was how the conversation went.

"Are you Chase Matthew's aunt and uncle?"

"Yes, Doctor Kay pleased to meet you."

"Hello. You obviously know that you are the new guardians of Chase Matthews, do you not?" There was a murmur of 'yes' and 'of course'. "Well, Chase has made it out alive, but I'm afraid he… has a bit of a memory disorder."

"Excuse me?"

"His memory seems to have been completely erased. He doesn't appear to remember at all who he is. It is your decision, as his new guardians, whether or not you want to give him a new identity or start him out fresh."

"Why would we possibly want to start him out fresh?"

"Sometimes it's easier to adapt to completely new situations then to lose an old one and try and re-grow into it. It is entirely your decision of course." There was a slight pause. "Of course, if you decide to give him a new identity, then it is best that he does not find out about his old one."

Jake's eyes fluttered open. People were surrounded around him, all talking at once. Comments such as 'It's a good thing he fell on the sidewalk instead of on the road' and 'Crazy motorcycle drivers' or also 'I hope he's not dead!'

Realization hit him like a boulder. He was Chase Matthews. Jake Matthews had never existed. He was Chase. The head collision had brought it all back. He slowly stumbled up to his feet. People around him gasped. He took a deep breath to steady himself. He smiled weakly at the worried citizens.

"My helmet," he said, tapping it gently with his knuckles. "It saved me from cracking my head open and bleeding all over the sidewalk." He carefully bent down and set his bike up. It seemed to be undamaged except for the many scratches that covered it. His entire body ached as well, but he had to go get Zoey…

He got in the bike and started pedaling. He was rocking back and forth slightly, just about to fall over. He was tipping… tipping… He steadied himself and kept on pedaling. His breaths were short now, but he had to get to Zoey.

Memories were coming back to him in a sudden rush now. He saw himself meeting Zoey for the first time. He saw an image of him and Michael dancing and a flashback of Logan and Dana when they had first gotten together. Chase and Zoey were sitting on a bench. He was ready to confess his true feelings, when Zoey screamed and pointed out two figures kissing under a tree. They went to go inspect and saw that it was indeed Dana and Logan.

Another image flashed into his head. A Ferris wheel… a big huge one with glowing lights… He was stuck on top with Zoey and they were kissing. It was such an image that he didn't want to get it out of his head… Then a new thought came to him. What about Zoey? Should he tell her that he was really Chase… or would that be too much for her to handle? He didn't want to give her a breakdown…

He had reached her apartment. She was standing outside, looking slightly nervous and jumpy. Jake- Chase- felt his heart jump up into his throat when he saw her. He couldn't believe that all this had happened. How could it have? One day they were just innocent kids at PCA, trying to get through the pile of homework and still manage to have fun. The next day, they're strangers, one with a memory loss.

"Hi, Jake," Zoey said, smiling as he brought his bike up to her. He smiled and motioned for her to get on the back. The smile slipped off her face as she thought of how Chase used to give her rides on his bike. She reluctantly clambered on the back of Jake's bike and held on to his shoulders.

He didn't say much and only gave Zoey one word answers when he said something. There was only one thing running through his mind and that was: Should I tell her?

Hi guys. Okay, this is a parody of two Korean dramas I watched- the part where someone thinks their first love is dead, but they're actually not dead, they just had a memory problem. So yeah, I didn't come up with that idea. Anyways, I have no clue about pregnancy tests or hospital records. Those files probably don't exist in real life. But let's just pretend they do so this story can make sense- he, he… I don't really like how this story is going, personally. But I don't like to leave stories unfinished so there's probably going to be one or two more chapters and that's the end of it.