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Warning: This chapter jumps through different days. The first half is journal entries while the other half is the story continuing from the last entry. I won't do this every time, but I felt it necessary for this chapter. I've been giving hints about what happened to him since the previous chapter, I believe, but the mystery will soon be solved in chapters to come. I have one scene I'm eager to play out, though. Anyway, without further ado: Updates.
20 September 20XX
It's been three days since my last update. I've been killer busy with studying already and such. College is so hard, but I don't seem to mind all that much. I have my friends. I'm slowly starting to remember more about them as the time goes by. Francis and I definitely were a couple a long while ago, as he mentioned it to me yesterday. He still has some feelings for me but I straight up told him that I'm not interested. He was sad but understood.
Total memories seen since the last update: 6
More of the relationship with Francis and I.
Some high school memories.
Playing American football a lot with Ludwig and Gilbert.
Antonio and Romano's official "out of the closet and dating" celebration.
A few memories of my parents and the kid who I think is my brother.
The kid that I think is my brother telling me he's going to France to study.
Not a single memory of the blurry party has come back. If anything, I have dreams of the blurry party but nothing else clears up. I can hear the music and maybe a couple of voices telling me something. I hear someone who sounds like Gilbert mumbling to me, and then I'm talking to someone with a high pitch, childlike voice with an accent. Just what on Earth is that memory supposed to be? What am I missing?
Memory Diary Update 3
21 September 20XX
So, Arthur and I have been getting closer over the past few days. It's not awkward like I think it should have been after kissing his cheek on impulse four days ago. In fact, it's quite the opposite. He's been opening up a bit more since I told him about Liam that same night at the pub. His eyes went cloudy for a moment as he thought of something, but he seemed to consider calling his brothers again. I wonder if any of my friends know he's related to the three other men Gilbert mentioned that night? If not, I sort of feel happy that I know things that they don't. Anyway, he said he was going to call his brothers tomorrow. Maybe I can meet all of them? He might go out and meet them though and leave me home. It's not like I want to meet his family or anything. I don't even remember mine all that well, so…
Total memories seen since the last update: 1
I had once dated a girl only to not feel that pleased or comfortable with her and ended it after a year. I soon dated a guy after her and realized I preferred guys over girls. She was pissed because she thought she turned me gay.
Another day without that memory popping up. I'm sort of concerned but won't force myself to remember. Every time I try to force myself, I get a major headache. Not cool at all.
Memory Diary Update 4
22 September 20XX
Arthur called his brothers today. Separately since they don't live in the same place anymore. It seems they all want to get together at Liam's Pub later in the day. He told me that I was invited but I opted out. If they're reconnecting now, I'll see them sometime down the line. He needs to see them more than I do. A good family reunion. He deserves it.
Total memories seen since the last update: 0
I'm kind of concerned about not having any memories come today, but I've been told it happens. I hope to remember something tomorrow. Just one thing, even if it's stupid. I'd rather remember something than not remember anything at all.
Memory Diary Update 5
23 September 20XX
It seems Liam's job offer is still on the table. Arthur told me I should take it up even if it's only part-time. A little money can go a long way. I remember that saying very well since my parents had said it one time before they died. Anyway, Arthur mentioned me a couple of times while visiting with his brothers since they found out I was here. He said he was barraged with questions, ones he did not answer and others he did. They'd like to meet me – Alister and Owen that is. Liam's already met me, but he still wants to see me again. He thinks I'd be a great waiter. I'm considering on taking the job just to see if I'll enjoy it. Maybe even to see how much money I can make by the end of the semester.
Total memories seen since the last update: 2
The funeral for my parents. I was with the kid I think is my brother. I now believe wholeheartedly that he's my brother, but I don't remember much else. Not even his name.
The blurry party has begun to clear up a little. I only got a glimpse of myself dancing and singing along to songs with my friends. Gilbert's silver-white hair and red eyes stood out next to me, so I know he was definitely there. Maybe I can ask him if he remembers that night. It was last month, that's all I know.
Tomorrow I'm going to see Liam and talk to Gilbert about my memory of that night.
Memory Diary Update 6
A Forgotten Life
After I finish writing in the journal I have kept as my diary – I am not embarrassed about calling it that since it's important to me and concerns my memories – I hear a knock on my door. Turning to the doorway, I see Arthur standing there with a hesitant look in his eyes. He smiles a little when he realizes I've noticed him already and clears his throat.
"Have you finished writing for the night?"
He was the one who gave me the journal to write in for this specific reason, so of course he knows. He just hasn't read any of the entries yet. That I know of. I hope he doesn't go through my things when I'm not looking. That's just not like him at all.
"Yeah." I smile at him, closing up the journal and standing up, stretching with a hum. "I've been progressing. My noggin is starting to clear up a little."
"That's good." He nods, humming as he stares at the desk with my journal on it. Blinking back into focus, he looks up at me. "So, have you thought of Liam's proposal?"
"Yep!" I head over to my dresser to pull out some pajama pants I'll be wearing for the night. "I'm going to take up the job offer. I mean, it sounds boring but practical to do. You know? I'll be busy when I'm finished with college and everything. Waiting tables will kind of be fun. Who knows? I might get a lot of memories back by working for your brother."
Once I find a red and black plaid pair of pants to wear, I pull them out and begin changing. I don't notice Arthur's face flushing and him going stiff as he watches me before turning to give me some privacy.
"Good. I believe it will be best." His sentence comes out tense and almost robotic. "Anything to get your memory back and see what happened to you that night is best."
Raising an eyebrow, I gaze at the side of his face. His green eyes roam as he looks at the wall, not turning to face me. I finish changing and move to my closet to toss the clothes into a hamper.
"Well, I have a clue," I state.
He snaps his head to look at me in surprise, his face instantly turning red as he sees I'm shirtless. "R-Really?" He squeaks slightly and turns away again, calming himself down before looking me in the eyes. "What did you find out?"
I smirk at his reaction a little before seriously saying, "Gilbert was at the party."
Arthur processes this information as I walk to and flop on to the bed. "Wait, what? How the bloody hell-? He was there and not taking a bleeding moment to think of informing you of what happened that night?"
I shrug. "I never really asked anyone about that night. I sort of want to figure out most of it on my own. Do my own investigation, you know?" He sighs, shaking his head at me. A grin slowly appears on my face. "Would you like to sleuth with me, Holmes?"
He blinks, instantly straightening himself as he grins back at me. "Anything to help a dear friend, Watson."
We laugh at our geeky silliness. He soon nods and wishes me a good night before leaving my room. I hum, smiling as I think I wouldn't want anyone else to have found me. Resting back against my bed, I stare at the ceiling before closing my eyes and falling asleep.
A Forgotten Life
I didn't expect to see a memory as I sleep. Sure, there have been a lot of memories coming to me as dreams while I sleep, but this one is different. It's important. It's clear.
"Yo Alfred! You wanna come to an awesome party?!"
Gilbert's form comes into focus as he runs to me with a huge grin on his face. I blink, smiling wide as he slaps a hand on my back, the usual bro-hug greeting that we do.
"Sure! I hope it's rad and nothing like that last party we went to. That place was awful, dude. So not cool."
"You're telling me," he laughs, a glint in his red eyes as he grabs my arm. "Come on! It's on a yacht and should be totally awesome!"
He drags me to a pier with said yacht waiting for all the party guests to board. The dream skips and it's closer to night time. My mind is everywhere but what the next day is. I'm having fun, partying it up with Gilbert and handsome men. Then my albino friend disappears for a couple of minutes before returning with an obviously forced smile.
"H-Hey, Al! Some dude wants to meet you over there. I think he's got the hots for ya," he winks at me as he points to a part of the ship that no one is in.
I laugh, blushing at the thought. With a nod, I smile at him. After I thank him, the dream skips to me falling over the side of the yacht and deeper into the salty water. The ocean.
I was already in England before this party had started.
A Forgotten Life
Waking up with a start, I sit up in bed and groan. A massive headache pounds at my skull. I sigh, yawning slightly before standing out of bed. The dream instantly blurs in my mind, whisked away into the back of my consciousness for now. I wonder what the dream was about for a split second before going towards my dresser for a change of clothes. I'll remember the dream later if it's that important.
I walk to my dresser and pilfer through the drawers for something business casual. Pulling out a button up shirt, I unfold it and deem it wearable as there are no wrinkles. A knock raps on my door as I slip it on. Turning my head towards the doorway, I see Arthur with his reading glasses resting on the tip of his nose, a book cracked open in his one hand.
"Morning, Artie."
He scowls at the nickname and I already know what he's going to say. "That is not my name, idiot."
I chuckle, pulling out some boxers and pants. "It's a form of endearment being called by a nickname, right? What's so wrong about it?"
"I just feel it is unnecessary to be given a nickname when a person already has a name." Arthur's cheeks are slightly pink as he states this and takes off his glasses. "Will you be seeing Liam today?"
"I planned to." I nod, holding my remaining clothes to change into. I would change in front of him since I have before – with my boxers still on though – but I know he flushes easily. I noticed a while ago that he blushes when I'm half naked or just in a towel. I also blush but act as if nothing's going on. That kiss on the cheek still quickens my heart when I think about it, though. "I also plan to see Gilbert."
He nods, glancing at the clothes in my hands before looking into the hallway. "Yes, well, I'm to warn you that my other brothers will be there as well. Owen is a waiter, too, so…"
"Yeah, Gilbert told me that before." I hum. "So, I'm going to change before meeting them, then."
"Right. I'll just leave you to it then." He nods to me and shuts the door so I have privacy.
Smiling at his cute demeanor at times, I finish changing into a semi-formal attire. I grab my bomber jacket and wallet before heading out of the room and downstairs. My eyes see Arthur in the living room, standing next to his bookshelf as he puts away a book and searches for another. He hums, fingers lightly passing over the spines of his books. I find myself staring at his hands, picturing myself holding them, imagining if they're soft or callus. Blushing, I soon picture myself going up to him and wrapping my arms around his waist. I shake my head and lean in the doorway.
"So, I'll be heading out," I say.
Arthur doesn't budge away from the shelf. He merely nods, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Be safe while you're out." He glances at me over the rim of his glasses. "I know you'll get the job, but don't be an accidental fool and mess up on the job." He grins as I pout at him. His grin soon disappears as he gazes away for a moment in thought. Sighing through his nose, he walks over to me and looks up into my eyes, his emotions visible in his green irises. "I hope you get some information about of that bleeding git so you know what happened that night."
My blush comes back at the closeness. I smile and nod in agreement. "Same." Leaning down, I kiss his cheek like I did days ago. "See you when I get home!" I rush out, neglecting Arthur's reaction to the second kiss I've given him before leaving.
Heart hammering in my chest, I realize that I've been calling his place 'home' for a while. If that's what home feels like, I never want to leave. Even if I'm falling in love with my professor. I should really read some romances to see if what I'm experiencing is really what I think it is. Pressing my hand over my heart, I try to laugh away the oncoming thoughts as I continue towards the pub.
When I reach the building, I notice that the open sign is not lit. I hum in confusion as I remember Arthur saying yesterday that Liam's always at his pub even if it's not open. Walking towards the door, I knock. It takes a few minutes before it opens to reveal a tall redheaded man with an unlit cigarette between his lips. Blinking at the unfamiliar face, I smile politely.
"Hi, my name's Alfred F. Jones. I'm here about-."
"So yer the one living with Arthur." The man takes his cig and places it behind his ear. "Here to apply as a waiter, aye?"
I nod. "Yes. Arthur said Liam still had the offer on the table, so I figured I should come over and officially apply."
He nods in understanding before opening the door wider. "Come in, then. Name's Alister but ye can call me Scottie if you want."
I walk on in hesitantly. "That's an unusual nickname for you," I say while looking around the establishment I wish to work at.
Alister shrugs his one shoulder before closing the door after me. "People have been calling me that fer years. It doesn't bother me." He then walks over to the door next to the bar. He opens it up and leans in. "Liam! Owen! We've got ourselves some fresh meat in here to play with!"
"Would you stop messin', Alister?! He's not some toy!" Liam's voice responds from within.
"Might as well be, considering who he's livin' with." He comes back out and sits on a barstool. "Make yourself comfy," he says to me. "Liam and Owen will be out soon."
Nodding, I take a seat with one stool between the two of us. I hold my hands on top of the counter and wait for Liam to come out.
Note: I know I'm slowly coming out with these chapters, but I'm trying to finis all these stories when I have the time. It's hard when I have hardly any motivation or when I no longer have a lot of spare time. I work 8hrs five days a week now and it's hard to find time to write on certain days. I'll have inspiration one day, but then another day I'm not coming up with anything. Either way, I know that the 12 stories on here will be finished some day. There are like, three more stories or so I want to add on here, but I'm not doing that until they're finished. One of the stories is going to be called Art Gallery (an idea I've had for YEARS), another is The Hat Shop (which I'm debating whether to have it written as journal entries or not), and the last I can think of is another Spamano story which I will not give the title of quite yet. I have over 24 stories, both from as well as DeviantArt, so it's hard to make time or continue just one. Not to mention my own books I'm in the process of writing as well. Whelp, that's enough ranting and hinting today.
This is not beta-ed so there might be mistakes.
Ciao: Thanks for reading, lovelies! Hope you enjoyed the update! R&R!