Rocky watched Emily's shadow moving around her bedroom through the closed blinds. 'I wonder what she's thinking about. How strange it must be, knowing that you know people but don't have any concrete proof as far as faces, names, and feelings goes.' He'd be sick. Yes. Thinking about it would make him sick with a stress-fever.

"Rocky?" A voice whispered beside him. "Are you still up?"

Rocky felt his heartbeat skip. He grabbed the can and pulled off the lid covering the opening he talks into. "Yeah, for a little while more. It's a school night, so I'm up until nine. What's up?"

Emily was quiet for a moment, then spoke. "I don't know. I just felt kinda lonely, and wondered if you wanna talk?"

"Sure!" He quieted his voice. "Sure. What about?"

"Anything. Umm, you said we've known each other since forever..." She paused. "Umm, do I have a lot of other friends?"

"Aside from my family? Yeah. Umm, Sadie, Alyssa, Heath." Rocky wondered if it was worth mentioning that she'd had a falling-out with Julia Stafford. Maybe they could become friends again? 'Isn't that exactly why I'm not dating her? I don't wanna take advantage of her, and manipulate her life. She's not some toy I can make up scenarios with.' He let out a breath, then adds. "You were friends with Julia Stafford, but you guys fought over the summer last year, and haven't talked to each other since."

"Really? That's a shame." Came her reply. "What was the fight about? Do you know?"

Rocky gave a dry chuckle. "Naah, I was out of town."

"Doing ninja?"

"Y-yeah! Hey, you remembered something."

"Really? That's really great. It just kinda popped into my head."

"Maybe more things will." An idea hit him. "You could look into your diary. That might have the answer."

"Good idea. I didn't even know I had one." She admitted. "Guess I'd better find it." That her made her laugh, having to find something she hid from others is now hidden from herself.

Rocky was in heaven. Her laugh was a little unlike it usually is but it was still so sweet. Light and happy. "I can help you look tomorrow after school." He threw out the suggestion.

"That'd be great. Thanks."

"Sure."

"Rocky, will you walk with me to school? Or did we take the bus?"

"We used to ride bikes, but lately we dri..." He shook his head. "I'll drive us. I'll come by to pick you up at seven-twenty?"

"Seven-twenty. OK. I'll be ready."

"OK."

They sit in silence.

"Well, good night." He says.

"Good night."

Rocky and Emily covered the makeshift phone on their end, then turned in for bed.

That morning. Rocky paid special attention to his appearance and smell. The last thing he wanted was to stink, or be overpowering in body spray. Some of their classmates could be arrested for unintentional manslaughter due to their overkill reek suffocating someone in passing.

'I won't lie to Emily that we were together. But, I can try to get her to naturally fall I love with me, or at least garner a romantic like for me.' He thinks.

Rocky sped out of the bathroom, dressed, hair brushed, ready to go and get his budding-romance for school. Spring break was always up in the air between them. Here they had the option to hang out with each other, but due to spending every summer apart, it sometimes eludes them that they can spend free time together. Winter break is different, his family and hers spend two weeks together at a ski resort. One of those wonderful 'Family Friend's' perks. Planned time together. And when better than around the beautiful holidays with all the lights and good cheer.

And yet... Even when he had given Emily snowboarding lessons, she felt nothing romantic for him. Even when he intentionally behaved in a romantic way. Over complimenting, though sincere. Linking fingers when holding hands, instead of simply taking her hand. Holding her from behind and whispering in her ear. That's grade A stuff. Anyone around probably thought they were a young couple. And it bounced off of her like ice sliding down a metal slope; she probably thought he was just saying it to her ear because of the noise from the other skiers. They were shouting awfully joyously around them.

Rocky crossed the street with pep in his step. He's surprised he hadn't whistled. It was brilliant. Having this Emily fall for him is genius. No reasons why intact, just pure them. He knocked on the door of the Farmer's home and waited for an answer. When he heard: "Come in, Rocky" he entered the home. He's always liked the Farmer's home. It's a tasteful beige and brown with purple accents. They have the flatscreen wall-mounted rather than on a stand like at his house.

"Hi," He said when entering the kitchen where Mr. and Mrs. Farmer are taking the dishes over to the table. He thought he came too early, but Emily was over by the sink washing out a bowl. She must have had cereal.

"Morning," said Emily's dad.

"Are you ready?" He asked his crush. He hid a smile. She looks beautiful. She's wearing green jeans and a pink shirt that looks like it's suitable for a sudden nip that might hit the spring air. Yet it's cool enough to not make her sweat or need to remove it. 'Just like a flower.' He thought. He had a sudden urge to laugh as some guys - the players - tend to refer to legs as "Stems". He only thought this, because of her green pants and pink top. Like a flower.

"Yeah. My bag is at the door." She wiped her hands dry. "You look nice." She commented. Approaching him she smiled warmly. "You smell nice too." Giving him a nudge with her elbow, she teased. "Girlfriend waiting for you?"

He watched her pass by him. She didn't know how much he wanted for that to be true. He dressed for her, made himself smell especially good for her. He wanted to impress her. It was appreciated but not in the correct way.

"So, bike or walk?" She asked. She opened the front door but doesn't walk out, she waited for him to exit first.

"I'm borrowing my mom's car. I'll drive us."

"Do I know how to drive?" Emily scoffed and threw her hand up. "OK, dumb question. Of course I do.. I was in a car accident right?"

Rocky swallowed over a dry lump in his throat. His mind took him back to that moment. Asking about their date. Distracting her on the phone when she should have been left to pay attention to the road. He closed his eyes, and simply nodded.

"I wonder how it happened?" She said absently.

Rocky didn't know whether to be relieved that she doesn't know or saddened that she said it with no emotion. He certainly has a lot of emotions because of it. This is night two he's had a nightmare about the accident having been much worse. A lost limb, then it reset and turned into severe burns. And last night he dreamt that Emily had... Died. And all because of him. He killed the person that out of everyone in the world he wants to not cause pain, she is the highest tier of a want not to hurt after direct family.

She pulled the chair forward a bit then buckled herself once she was situated. Rocky snagged her bag from in front of her legs and shoved it to the backseat with his. He buckled himself in and started the car. After adjusting the seat, he then turned on the radio.

"Any preference?"

"Umm, not really." She smiled when hearing a male artist playing. "Your mom likes rap?"

"Guess so, she was the last to use the car." He found that funny and chuckled.

Emily laughed as well. It was a nice song. Something to do with New York and other such places within it.

"I hate when they don't tell you anything about the song, and just go on to the next one." She commented.

"Yeah. What about new listeners?" He went along with her. "If we called in, we'd have to sing some of it."

They both sang together: "Uptown, babe! Uptown, babe!"

The ride to school was perfect. Rocky couldn't have asked for a better time with Emily. It was the same, yet so different because of the amnesia. Conversationally. Normally they'd talk about what they did over break. What they did at school. They only have two classes together and lunch. They sometimes talk about shows they watch together or don't watch together, but suggest to the other. He wasn't sure he could get into Riverdale. And she was positive that American Horror Story was not her cup-of-tea. But they enjoy hearing about it.

Rocky barely was able to park due to all of Emily's friends crowding the car to get to their poor friend who'd been in an accident.

"My friends?" Emily asked before exiting the car.

"Yeah." He pointed them out verbally through description.

"Got it." Taking a breath, she mentally prepared herself for a million questions to which she would have no solid answer. She only knows, she was in a car accident and has amnesia. As to what caused the accident. She doesn't know. Will she get her memory back. She hopes so. That's the extent of it.

Rocky was ready for the follow up of the same questions. Only his answers might come with deflection. How'd it happen? Do you know? Well, stupidly I was talking to her over the phone while she was driving. Did her parents say if she'll get her memory back? She might. But don't assault her with tons of this and that, it could backfire. He doesn't know the inner workings of amnesia. What can he say?

"Emily.."

The scenario didn't play as out as he thought it would. He was completely ignored by all as Emily's friends brought her into their custody, after he handed off her backpack.

'Guess I'll see her in Reading class.' He retrieved his backpack from the car then shut the door and locked it.

"Hey, Rock'."

He waved. "Hey, Ben."

"Is it true? Sadie said Emily was in an accident - her parents told her when she called."

"It's true."

"Man... And what's this about amnesia?"

"Yeah. The doctor said it could be short-term. Hopefully."

"No kidding." Ben dug into his pocket. "Want a Whatchamacallit?"

"No, thanks."

Rocky and his friend enter the high school building. He saw Colt sprinting by which means the buses arrived. He told his friend he'd be back in a second, then hurried over to his brother. "Hey, I had an idea."

"What?"

"I'm gonna try to naturally have her fall for me."

"It hasn't worked before."

"Yeah, but now whatever was stopping her is no longer there."

"Good point. Well, good luck." He clapped a hand against his brother's back.

"Thanks." He continued to class but slowly as he was waiting for his friend to catch up to him.

His gaze searched for his crush. He saw her a distance away. Too far to hear him. So, inwardly, he said he'd see her later. Lunch is going to be Phase One.