I didn't really feel like talking to anyone else so I hid in the library. The library was a room of 2 floors with the largest collection of books I had ever seen. It was big because my parents loved to read and they usually collected books as a romantic collaborative activity. My spot was the back of the second floor. It was a small corner that was hidden, I was the only one who knew about it. Even my parents were unaware of its location since it had been a secret compartment build by the previous owner of the house. Ever since I found it while playing hide and seek, I had compiled my own collection. Mainly fiction, which of course no else in the house cared for. The room was a cute little space with pink walls and a black carpet. There were book shelves on every wall and the only bare space was a corner where the small door and a small window were. Luckily, everyone had assumed that the window was part of the bigger library and had never been suspicious about it.

I sat down on a bean bag chair, the only thing I was able to stuff through the small door, in the middle of the small room and picked a random book. Because of all the walking I had done earlier and because it was so late I fell asleep reading within a few minutes.

When I awoke the first thing I noticed was that it was morning and it was raining. I was looking out the window when I realized that there was breathing coming from behind me. When I turned I was so scared I almost screamed, but I held it back in case there was anyone next door. Sleeping behind me was the devil itself, Alexander Sterling.

I shook him awake quickly.

"Mmm?" he said half asleep.

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you know about this place?" I demanded.

"I came to find you but you were asleep. Don't worry, I texted Charlotte and told her you were sleeping over at my place. " He said suddenly remembering last night.

"But-" I said, still shocked.

"You told me about this place Lolita. Don't you remember me at all?" he seemed disappointed.

"No, we only met days ago!"

"No we didn't, we met years ago!" He yelled.

"Shit, keep your voice down. I don't want anyone hearing." I didn't know what else to tell him. There was no way we could have met years ago but he seemed so certain. But… what if it was true? How else could he know about this place? But how could I forget? If he was that special to me, so much that I would even tell him about my secret library, then why couldn't I remember him? "Since when?"

"What?"

"Since when did you know me?"

"We met during summer before the beginning of my fourth grade, Claude and i stayed here since they wanted us to meet each other and they were going away for a business trip. I believe you met Claude at an even earlier age, you'll have to ask him for the details since I don't know much about it."

"Hm." Seemed an okay lie so far..

"You still don't believe me?"

"Of course not." I told him plainly. "But if you're sure of it we can talk to Charlotte about it. Surely she can make a potion to bring back my memories.

"Okay Lolita. It's done. The only problem is that it won't bring back all of your memories, it can only help you remember lost memories of people you encounter in the next five minutes. I can only imagine there are many others you knew but have forgotten. I really do think you knew half the people mom invited to the party last night." Charlotte told me.

I sighed and drank it. The Few times I had tried and been forced to try Charlottes witchcraft something dastardly had always happened to me. When I was in seventh grade I had had a big crush on a boy who sat next to me in my Science class. I would have told him if we he hadn't been so good looking. So Charlotte decided to "help" me by making me a potion that would make me less nervous around him. The next time I tried talking to him I did feel less nervous about it but the side effects of the potion made me faint on him, which might not have been so bad if his easily jealous girlfriend hadn't been in the same classroom at the time. Needless to say, the next day I had heard they had broken up right after he had taken my corpse to the nurse. I never spoke to him after that because I had felt so embarrassed and guilty. It wasn't much avoiding anyway, that had been the last week of school.

Luckily, this was the first time it seemed to have worked fine. Although, I was still waiting for those damn side effects to kick in. The first thing I remembered was my first kiss. At first I thought it had been with Alexander but after a while I realized it had been with Claude, back when he had black hair and him and his cousin looked like twins. I wasn't sure if he remembered but unfortunately it was something I couldn't forget again so easily. After all it had been my first kiss and as I remembered it, it had been given away too easily!

Claude and I didn't have too many memories together, we first met when I was staying at his grandma's house while I had been attending first grade. Mom and dad had always been so busy and Charlotte had has been training to take the crown once she married her whole life. Naturally I would have been taken care of by the maids but dad wanted someone I could actually get close to to take care of me. Claude lived very close to his grandma so I would usually see him a few times a month. Apart from the kiss all we ever really did was play together when he was over. We didn't talk very much after he and Alexander stayed for summer a few years later, since he had gotten close to my sister and I had gotten close to his cousin.

Which brings me back to Alexander, of whom I could now recall a lot about. The first time I had seen him was the day he and Claude arrived for the summer. His parents had dressed them up in matching cat costumes. I remembered having a hidden box somewhere with the embarrassing picture of them in their adorable outfits. I remember skipping third grade and going to fourth. We were inseparable from then on, always partnering up for class projects and always hanging out with the same people. He had been my best friend. I also remembered the last day I say him. It was the last day of sixth grade, and he had told me he had to go to a boarding school far from home because his parents got jobs that required a lot of traveling. I had cried that day and he had tried to get me to stop by promising he would come back when he was older. I didn't think it would still apply.

"Charlotte, what I don't understand is how I lost my memory. I mean the only thing I could clearly recall was anything after the second half of seventh grade." I wondered.

"I think I know why, although I can't really say for sure. I think it might've been moms doing. During the month I was away on queen training, I received a letter from you every month. The first three weeks they seemed to have cheery contents but your writing seemed a little shaky and it was often smudged and unreadable, but that last week the letter I received from you was completely normal. I thought maybe you got over it but I can only assume you were annoying her or something."

"I'll go look for mom so I can get my memory back." I tried running out the door but Charlotte pulled me back.

"You won't find her, she's away on business."

"Oh, then just make me another for when she comes back."

"No can do sis. I'm out of ingredients, a potion of such difficulty requires a lot of stuff. Even for one that lasts 5 minutes."

"Ahh, fine. It doesn't make a difference now anyway.." I sighed.

Alexander put his arm around my back and led me outside. "So Lolita, now that you remember me, why don't we do on a date?" he said casually.

I laughed. "I think not. You may have been my childhood friend but, that doesn't mean I have feelings for you now."

"Ouch. Don't tell me you're really going for that Lysander guy?"

"Now you? Stop hanging out with my sister." I said walking away. He caught up to me and pulled me up to the hallway wall in a way that I couldn't move. "What's your problem?"

"You! After two years you're not even going to acknowledge my presence? Maybe you didn't remember me but I thought about you every day, Lolita. Maybe we should just have your memory erased again."

I tried pushing him away but he had me pinned. "How could you? How dare you even suggest that? Do you even know how frustrating it is to not remember your childhood?"

"What's a memory if you won't even cherish it?" He had been gazing at me intently and mercilessly.

I was finally able to break free from his grasp. "Get away from me!" Warm tears were sliding down my cheeks. Why was I crying? By the time I had unconsciously arrived at the park I was a total mess. On the Brightside I didn't notice anyone around, If you could call that a bright side. I thought about Alexander. Maybe it wouldn't have killed me to give him a chance, after all he had been my best friend. What could have made me act so impulsively? That didn't matter now, what was done was done. Eventually I started feeling hopelessly depressed and lonely.