(AN: I didn't revise this before I posted it, whoops.)

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When you got home that evening you still hadn't made sense of anything that happened. Bro was sitting on the couch movie surfing when you got home; he glanced at you then went back to clicking the remote. The only thing you could think to do was get online and try to talk to him.. hopefully he'd be online.

[striderTime sent chum request to ectoBiologist]

[ectoBiologist declined striderTime's chum request]

[striderTime sent chum request to ectoBiologist]

[ectoBiologist declined striderTime's chum request]

[striderTime sent chum request to ectoBiologist]

[ectoBiologist accepted striderTime's chum request]

EB: what dave? what do you want? i told you i CAN'T talk to you.

ST: calm down okay please just talk to me

ST: im so confused and going insane

EB: i'm sorry dave

EB: i'm sorry everything is confusing and i'm sorry i caused it

ST: just tell me WHY

ST: you owe me that since you wont tell me your name

EB: why what? why i'm so stupid? why i tried to get through to you?

EB: sheesh you're so impossible. and by the way your new chumhandle is stupid.

ST: what was my old one

EB: turntechGodhead /sigh

ST: anyway i just want to know why youre not allowed to tell me

EB: why don't you ask the asshole who turned me down when i went to your house after the erasey thing.

EB: wanted to make sure you're okay and he basically told me to fuck off wasn't allowed to see you any more.

ST: bro

EB: yes

EB: i shouldn't even be telling you this.

EB: fuck.

EB: just stop okay, go away i don't wanna talk to you.

EB: i can't

[ectoBiologist dumped chum]

ST: i believe you

ST: sigh

You stood up, obviously frustrated, slammed your chair into the desk and… and did nothing. What could you do? You didn't even know this kid, you couldn't explain how you felt towards him. Nothing made sense; you had no control over your life.

"Dave?" Bro was standing in your doorway. The last person you wanted to talk to. "Dave are you alright?"

Oh no, here comes the uncontrollable anger. "Am I alright? Are you? No, of course you're fine. You're always fine, so cool, so fucking great."

"What.. are you…?"

"You knew!" You were visibly upset, almost on the brink of tears, but you didn't even know why.. "You knew they erased my memory! You told the only person who actually seems to care to fuck off! You've been lying to me!"

"… You know? Who told you? What do you remember?"

"I don't remember anything!" Holy fuck, tears? "But… I want to!" He was staring at you, he looked so confused now. "I don't even know his name."

"Who?"

You shrug, not even trying to hide your tears, "I don't know his name." You sigh. "He asked me not to tell you. He has black hair, buck teeth, glasses… I met him at the park and he knew my name, but he ran off. I looked all over…"

"Dave… What did he tell you?"

"Nothing at first. But earlier, he said…" You put your sleeve up to your cheek and wipe the now silent tears. "He said he was my boyfriend… And I kinda believe him."

Bro frowned and pulled you into a hug. Woah, wait, since when does Bro do hugs? He spoke softly. "He is. He loves you. And you loved him."

"Then why," You broke out of the hug. "WHY did you tell him to fuck off! That he couldn't have anything to do with me?"

"I didn't do it because I wanted to Dave." He paused and sighed. "John knows just as well as I do any little thing could make you relapse.. Make you remember." You stopped listening.

John.

Bro said it. His name. John. The derpy kid… His name is John.

"Dave?" He broke your train of thought. "Are you okay?"

You nod, and look at your feet. "Mint toothpaste."

"Huh?"

"John always smells like mint toothpaste."

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THE END :D

(Haha Just kidding ;p)

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The next day you waited, your beat up '76 Camaro parked about twelve spaces from John's car. He was still inside. About five minutes and he'd come out of Maplehoof Senior High and you'd make your move. Your stomach was a jumble of nerves. You couldn't remember much about him, but hopefully enough to make him listen.

Here he comes. He's getting into his car, it's now or never.

"J-John!" You call out. His head lifts up from the lock to see you. His face goes white and his eyes go wide. "John!" You're running over.

"How do you know my name?"

"John!" You resist the urge to hug the boy you barely remember. "John, I remember?"

"Remember…" He trailed off. "What.. what do you mean? You can't… you're not supposed to…"

"But I do." He shook his head.

"No. If you remember then, you'll have the nightmares, and you'll be in pain and.." What… the fuck is he talking about?

"John. I remember you." You smile. "Well not everything but stuff is coming back!"

He's still shaking his head. Did you do something wrong? Why was remembering bad? "I've gotta go, Dave." He starts getting into his car.

You frown. He won't listen. "Wait." He looks at you one last time. "How Do I Live?"

"What?"

"That's the one song by Trisha Yearwood that you like. I know... I know because it's the one on my iPod… I know because you declared that as our song, even though I wasn't too enthusiastic about it."

He swallows hard, as if he's going to cry. "I have.." His voice cracks. "I have to go Dave." He slowly shuts the door and pulls away. You stand there in the parking lot for a few minutes, lost. You hardly know this kid… so why did you love him? Why wouldn't he listen to you?

Over the next week small bits and pieces began coming back, it was almost as if you'd never forgotten John… Except you did and you hated yourself for it. He wouldn't answer your calls, he wouldn't accept your chum requests, he ignored you in public. Maybe it was a lost cause, maybe he didn't want anything to do with the boy who forgot him…

The Saturday following your latest attempt to contact him was the same as every other day, alone, sad, painful. You sighed and fell backwards onto your bed. So close to giving up on John, he wouldn't listen and you couldn't tell him.

Your mind is wandering, all the happy memories you'd once forgotten. Your first kiss, the day you unknowingly stole John from Karkat. Maybe that's why Karkat hated you so much…

It was a snowy December day, about a week and a half after your sixteenth birthday. God he was adorable, he'd stayed the night at your house because his car stalled up and he got a little cold. He looked so good in your t-shirt, that was just slightly too big on him. You were standing in the kitchen cooking bacon, he was sitting on the chair behind you. When you'd both finished your bacon, you ran a sink full of dish water. John started crying, you can't remember why, but he said he was sorry. You had dish soap all over your hands, but you took his face, and you pressed your lips to his. Fully expecting to be pushed away in shock, but he didn't resist. He kissed you back, you that's when you knew you were in love with that boy.

In hindsight your first kiss was hardly romantic, but you wouldn't change it, you wouldn't change anything about it. It was absolutely perfect. You can't help but smile at the memory, when another one comes sweeping across your mind.

Your first kiss was in December, but you didn't ask him out until February. It was a nippy February evening, John's dad had made if very clear you were forbidden to see him. He thought you'd given John the hickies on his neck – but that was Karkat. John's dad was furious that anyone would do that to his fifteen year old son (John didn't turn 16 until April). He wouldn't listen to reason, just one big misunderstanding. You told him you loved him, and he ran inside his house crying. John's dad blamed you. You were losing hope, but then he texted you. "I love you too." Your entire world lit up. You put that stupid Trisha Yearwood song John loved so much on a CD and brought it to his house. Time for John to have his say anything moment. You were rather skilled in parkour, and easily made your way up to the landing below his bedroom window. His face lit up when he saw you standing there.

You sigh again, what's the point of remembering if John won't listen? Maybe you could just… forget again.

There was a noise on the fire escape outside. You hop up and go to the window, must've been a bird or so-

That song.

How do I live?

You see the outline of a thin blue-shirted boy. "John…"

"I'm sorry Dave." He walked up to your bedroom window, holding the exact same boombox you had a little under a year ago in his window. "I'm sorry I didn't listen… But I'm all ears now."

"What're you…"

"I don't know if you remember when you asked me out…" You nod. "… This is me asking you out."

You're speechless. Absolutely wordless. He's standing there on your fire escape like an idiot and you're not saying anything. You finally come to your sense and reach out your hand, he's quick to take it. You help him in through your bedroom window.

"John." It's all you can say. He smiles his stupid little derp smile. You finally manage to choke out, "I remember."

"I know."

"I remember your favorite food is strawberries, even though I'm super allergic." He's nodding and smiling. "You suck at algebra. You hate chewy candies because they get all gobbed up in your teeth. You use Dove soap because you get a rash from other stuff." He blushed and you laughed. "You use WAY too many marshmallows when you drink hot chocolate. You sleep on the wall-side of your bed because you like to spoon."

"Hey! I do not!"

"Yes you do, now let me finish." You laughed. "You ramble a lot. You stutter when you're upset. And…" You smirk. "MMMPHHH-"

He interrupts you with a sudden kiss, and breaks away after a few seconds to say, "You love it when I kiss you…" He kisses you again, slightly more passionately. "Like…" And again, this time his arms are around your neck and his fingers working their way into your hair. "This." And he was absolutely right, you get flustered whenever he kisses you like that…

And you love it. He pulls you back onto your bed and smiles. "I missed you, Dave."

"I missed you too."

(AN: Ahhhhh, done. All the headcanon in this is the mutual brainbaby of my girlfriend, bestfriend, and myself :D)