I sware I have problem with the word "some." I dare someone to count how many times I use it in just this page alone.

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CH5
"What are you doing out of bed cutie?" Oops. I turn around to see Dave propped up by his arm. The light of the moonlight seeping in through the window allows me to see the smirk that adorns his face. I feel my own turn red and warm at the nickname.
"Actually...I think I remembered something."

= John: Remember your mission
I wish I could remember what it is. I truly do, but I can't. Anyways that isn't that important right now! Its what I can actually remember that is! According to my rant from my first conversation with Dave, I have now answered all my original questions!
"I remembered how I got hurt." At hearing me utter the phrase Dave quickly got up. He first turned on the lamp by the bed. Then he sat me down on his bed as he searched for a shirt for me to wear. He silently gave me the beige shirt and sat next to me. He placed his right hand on mine. I could tell that this was his way of comforting me and it made me happy to know he cared so much. Then again, I don't think there was ever a moment in which he didn't make me feel so.
I gulp a bit before proceeding to add detail to my previous declaration. "I was being captive by someone, but I managed to escape and run away from that place. I don't remember who exactly is after me or why, but they sent these other people to recapture me. I was almost caught by one of them, a female dressed in black with long black hair, but before she could get her hands on me another one collided into her as they fell out of a tree. I think he had some sort of white paint all over his face. They started to fight amongst themselves and I took the opportunity to take one of their horses. But even after leaving their grounds they were still on my trail, so I decided to create a distraction. I threw myself off of the horse and dove into a bush."
"So the head wound was due to your poor trajectory." Dave abruptly says.
"Dave!" I laugh at his comment despite my current discovery of how my life had previously been in danger. "Yeah...my memory loss is all on me..." ...but not all of the bruises were due to the countless branches I ran into while running away.
"Is that all?" Dave gives my hand a squeeze urging me to continue speaking.
"Dave...when I was running away I kept repeating to myself that I had to find someone." I think twice before telling him that bit, but according to my memory I only trusted this person to help me. That I felt this person was the only one capable of helping me. That even now I wanted to go to this person. I feel guilty for even so much as wavering between telling Dave this bit of information or not. Yet, I've spent five whole days with Dave and in that amount of time he has been the only constant. That person isn't here, Dave is. Dave is the one I can trust now...right? "Dave...I think my family is in trouble. Remember that person who taught me about the wolf thing? I think they're also in trouble. I escaped, but they're still there! Dave please I-"
"You want me to help you?"
"...yeah"

= John: Change P.O.V.
"...yeah" John goes quiet as he answers me.
I take the moment of silence to go over all that he just told me. His family is in trouble. Go figure. I mean after taking in his state when I found him I figured out on my own that someone had wanted to cause him some kind of harm or that he was eager to get away from something, but I didn't expect a rescue mission to be in order. Still though at least that means that things aren't going to be the same old boring things for some time.
"Then we head out tomorrow."
"But Dave-"
"No buts. Unless we're talking about your cute little one that is."
"Why would we be talking about my butt?" He gives me a questioning look. Its a look that I've come to see quite regularly on him. He's so curious about everything. Though that is most likely due to his lack of understanding of a lot of things. I wonder how he would react after he has regained all his memories.
"...Dave what are you doing?" John's face turns half into surprise as I pull him onto my lap.
"Giving you a reason." His face quickly takes on a soft hue of pink. He's so astute about these things especially when it comes to actual physical contact. It just makes me even more curious about how easy it is to make him blush.
...though it was sort of abrupt how he kissed me only four days into knowing me. I bet Dirk had something to do with it. I feel as though I should be a little put out by it, but I can't help forgetting about the bad stuff when he smiles at me like that. He's so honest and somewhat mysterious. Unneeded details and what not are not needed. Though his mentioning of looking for someone specifically when his family is in danger irks me.
"umm Dave can we focus on something else instead?" His question takes me by surprise. His face takes on a half lidded look as he leans in close to me. I close me eyes in response, but then I feel his hands roam down to my sides and-
"John wha-!pwahahah stop! haha" When did he learn to tickle?!
"...Dave" *giggle* "I think your laugh is cute."

I woke up the next morning and as I went to prepare some breakfast I ran into Dirk. We stand there for a few minutes standing in front of each other.
"I'm coming with you."
"What?"
"We leave at the crack of dawn." He turns around and exits the house. Most likely to prepare for the trip. Did he hear our conversation last night?
His head pops back into the house. "I agree with John, your laugh is cute." And then he is gone.
"Ass."