JUSTUFF: I'm really sorry I haven't updated, guys! I SWEAR!

A million apologies to all of you! But I've been in sports, clubs…high school's tough sometimes. And also, WRITER'S BLOCK.

I had two really big plot lines, and I was absolutely torn with which one to go with…but I think I chose the right one.

I really am sorry though. You guys deserve better.

Here's another chapter of iDo Not Remember, and I hope that you enjoy!

Sam's POV

As soon as the guy walked into the room, sudden fear shot up and down my spine, almost giving me physical chills.

Who is this guy? I asked myself, wondering who the heck was making me feel so afraid. And, if he was, why was he here? Is there a possibility that me and this guy were actually CLOSE?

The surprisingly non-threatening appearing guy looked at me, lying there weak in a hospital bed, as he, a bit awkwardly, handed me some ham that was on a paper plate.

"Hi, Sam. I got you some ham."

My eyes not drifting away from the mysterious boy, I grabbed it and set it down next to me.

"Thanks." I said, simply, deep in thought, searching for any clue of this guy, or at least why he made me feel such fear. He didn't look threatening at all, surely, and Carly obviously didn't have anything against the guy.

Anyways, he smiled and nodded at my response, then turned to Carly.

"Hi, Carly."

"Hey, Freddie," Carly said, cheerfully.

So, Freddie was his name…interesting…

It looked like Freddie and Carly liked each other, and were even about to kiss, but as they looked over at me, they stepped away from each other.

Huh? I thought.

I decided to ask them if I made them feel uncomfortable or something, but before I could say one word, Carly spoke up.

"Um, Sam, you were going to tell me something?"

My eyes widened at the, for all I know, untrustworthy boy at the mention of my amnesia.

There was no way I was letting that Freddie guy know this about me until I remembered or found out somehow who he was and where he was exactly placed in my mind and my heart and why he made me fearful.

"I'll-I'll tell you later, OK? My head is kind of…you know, right now…" I said to Carly, and she just answered, "Sure. Later. I completely understand."

"No, you can't. Only I can." Freddie stated, playfully.

"Why?" Carly questioned, truly confused.

"Because YOU'VE never been in an accident before." Freddie replied, humorously.

"Like you've been hit by a car before?" She asked, as if she already knew the answer was "no."

He gave her a look that suggested a previous event, and she laughed. "Oh, duh."

He joined her in her laughter and I chuckled along with them, pretending to know whatever they were talking about.

"Anyways, Sam, um, the Doc said it was OK for you to go now. He said there was no really harmful, physical damage done to you."

Physical. How she said it so casual. Well, it wasn't her fault she didn't know that that word was the only word keeping that sentence ringing true to my situation.

She would know, though.

"Looks like your mom's checking you out right now." She continued, looking over at the main desk, "Do you want to go home with your mom, or would you like it if we just went straight to my place to hang-out for a bit? Me and Spencer can drive you home later, you know..."

I didn't know what was "like me," to say, so I responded, with a shrug, "Whatever."

"Straight to my house we'll go, then." Carly said, and handed me some cool-looking clothes, added, "Here's your normal clothes. You really don't need to wear that anymore."

I flashed a smile to her, glancing over at Freddie, hoping that by all of the "we,"'s she used, she meant me and her, and not me and her AND Freddie. I really wanted to tell her about this whole mess as soon as possible, because the sooner she knew the sooner she could tell me stuff about my old life, and, like previously mentioned, I didn't want Freddie to be there to hear it all.

Three's a crowd, after all.

I hope you enjoyed!

I wrote this in a short amount of time, because I thought I kept you waiting long enough, but I think it came out pretty well.

Question: Why is she fearful of FREDDIE? Answer in your review, I'd love to see what you guys come up with!

SAYING OF THE CHAPTER: The difference, I found out, between a psychiatrist and a psychologist is that one can give you pills.

I probably need the one with the pills. ;)

Bye, guys!

The Always Cool Queen of Awesomeness (who is not conceited at all, ha ha),

~Zazeendot

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