Ali POV

Mitch and I stood staring into the mirror for the longest of time, just enjoying being with each other again. We didn't really talk, but stood in comfortable silence. He would drag his fingers over my stomach and neck lazily and I traced patterns onto the back of his hands.

"Hey, Ali?"

"Yes?"

"If we lost our memories and realized we lost them, would the others have regained theirs? And know what happened?" He asked, resting his chin on the top of my head.

That's actually a great question.. Would they remember me meeting Mitch for the 'first' time? I don't want to make them think I'm crazy if I run up to them screaming about angels and true love. That's just really awkward.

"I don't know, Mitch. I guess we'll have to see? Lets get going, then." I replied, running my hand through my hair.

We exited the lounge and slowly began to walk back towards the large crowd of people. I seriously didn't want to go through there. You could barely see through the bodies that were pushing one another. As we pushed our way through towards the food court, Mitch slowly interlocked our fingers and pulled me closer to him. He leaned over and kissed the side of my head, whispering an 'I love you' and I couldn't help the blush that stained my cheeks.

"Ali! There you are. You said you were going somewhere then just ran off. You should have told us you were meeting up with Mitch!" Diana called as she and Cathrin made their way towards us.

"Sorry, guys!" I said, rubbing my cheek nervously. "I just didn't uh.. think to I guess."

"That's fine, Ali. We're used to it. I mean you two have been dating for the longest of time!" Cathrin laughed.

I glanced at Mitch and he was already staring me down. I guess they didn't realize that we had lost our own memories for the last two weeks. We exchanged a few more words before Mitch interjected, saying he had to get back to the Team Crafted panel where he had left in a rush. Once again, we pushed and shoved our way through the crowd, stopping often so Mitch or I could sign a passing fan's shirt or book.

"There you are, Mitch! Jesus, you just took off out of no where. I figured you were going to meet up with Ali and I see I was right!" Ian commented as he scribbled on a girl's shirt that was sitting in front of him. He handed the shirt back and I could tell the girl was about to faint from holding in the squeals of excitement. I was like that myself once!

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, dood. I didn't realize the time." Mitch laughed, glancing at me for help. He never was a good liar.

"Yeah, sorry Ian." I smiled. "I just had to see Mitch."

"Oooh, I see." He laughed and winked at Mitch. Mitch returned the laugh and climbed up onto the panel, dragging me with him.

"We're going to go explore the con some more, okay? We'll see you soon!" Diana called, waving as she walked backwards. Cathrin threw a quick smile over her shoulder before they dissapeared into the crowd.

Mitch pulled out a chair for me and handed me a red sharpie and a blue one. I sank into the chair and stared at him quizzically.

"Welcome to the world of being stuck at a booth and signing hundred of shirts for fans!" He whispered, already being handed a small picture of Team Crafted.

I sighed and got comfortable in my seat, moving small items on the booth around to be comfortable. I could already feel the stares of teenage females boring into my forehead. This was going to be a long couple of hours. And I have to do this tomorrow. Wonderful!

Hey guys. Slushy here. I seriously apologize if this chapter is crappy but I'm pretty upset right now and just needed to lose myself in some writing. Apparently my dog just attacked another dog that way way smaller- my dog is a German shepherd and the small one is a mini-poodle- and ripped it's stomach open. I didn't get to see because the owner of the dog was screaming and crying and I was too scared to go up to her. I mean, what would I even say? 'Sorry my dog might have killed your dog'? The little kids that told me what had happened say they didn't see my dog attack it, they just saw it on the ground. I really hope they didn't see anything they shouldn't have. And, my brother just checked and my dog has no blood on her whatsoever. But, I didn't see another dog. If they old lady decides to press charges she may be sent away and put down. I just don't understand. My dog gets out of the yard a lot but she has never attacked another dog.. She is crazy protective but what would cause her to attack another dog? I don't even know if she did it. Anyways I'm sorry for ranting.

In other news: My prom dress came in! I'm happy about that, at least.

Another side note: You guys should go check out 1. Girly-Shippings on Wattpad! She write a story about how two girls were adopted by TC. There is a lot of cussing and a ton of plot twists. (I may or may not be planning on a series like this as well c;) 2. Crayotic! His voice is like smooth butter and his voice a lot just... Unf. As far as I know, I don't think he makes Minecraft videos. I haven't scoured through his channel yet- I'm watching his series for Catherine.

IceAurora: Sounding mature is a very good thing. Being mature 24/7 is not, however. It's always good to be mature when it's needed but still have a fun side. We will grow up, but we can always be a kid. (: If this isn't the last one, the next one or so will be. (I write my replies before I write the chapter. I never have a plan for a chapter, I just go as I write. Much easier that way for me) Unmanly tattoos are okay c: Kind of sweet, actually. (I got the inspiration for that because I want either a heart or a treble clef behind my hear so you can only see it when my hair is pulled up.)

Crazy4AMBG: Awh, I didn't mean to make you cry! And the TC tumblr group is always in a shitstorm over something :/ But, there's actually a few things that are actually quite interesting and funny on there too! I'm glad I helped you practice!