I think this chapter is gonna be a bit cuter and sweeter than the others.

'She's what?' Jason tried to absorb what Shane had just said.

'Shane, this is no time to be funny,' Nate whispered, his voice scratchy.

'I'm not joking,' Shane said quietly, 'The doctor said that she could gain her memory back at any random time, or she could recognise someone and trigger her memory.'

'Let me see her,' Nate said, trying to climb out of bed.

Shane stepped forward and Jason pushed him back onto the bed. 'No, let me go! I have to see her!'

'Nate, you're not allowed out of bed at the moment,' Jason said, holding him down.

'You better let me see her, or I'll do something I know I'll regret later on!' Nate yelled, pulling at his friend's restraints.

'Nathan, calm down!' Shane was not able to contain his anger, 'Nate, getting frustrated is not going to help anyone! Now just lie down and I'll take you to see her later, alright?'

'But…' Nate relaxed and Jason was able to push him down and pull the covers over him. Nate looked down and then his eyes flitted up again, 'Is anyone going back to the hotel today?'

'I think Mitchie was going to; I can go with her if you want,' Shane whispered, wondering why Nate was suddenly interested.

'Can you get me my guitar?' Nate said, staring his best friend straight in the eyes.

Shane frowned, 'What about your hand?' Jason glanced at Nate's bandaged arm.

'I can still play – plus, it's my friend; I need it.'

Shane laughed under his breath and winked at him, 'Sure thing, buddy.'

'Does Nate want something like a notebook to write songs in?' Mitchie pulled a small book out from underneath Nate's pillow, 'Something like this, maybe?'

Shane skidded over and snatched it out of his girlfriend's hands, 'Never touch that – Nate's never let anyone see it,' he paused. Mitchie grinned cheekily. '…which could mean we could have a really good chance at seeing what he's thinking.'

'Exactly,' Mitchie flicked through it, and stopped at one particular page. She sat on the bed, and Shane sat next to her, also staring at the page.

It read:

For Ashlee Reynolds.

Just Friends.

There she goes again

The girl I'm in love with

It's cool we're just friends

We walk the halls at school

We know it's casual

It's cool we're just...

I don't wanna lead you on

No

The truth is I've grown fond

Yeah

Everyone knows it's meant to be

Falling in love, just you and me

'Till the end of time

'Till I'm on her mind

It'll happen

I've been making lots of plans

Like a picket fence and a rose garden

I'll just keep on dreaming

But it's cool because we're just friends

Small talk on IM

Just one word sentences

It's cool we're just friends

And if I had my way

We would talk and talk all day

Yeah

Everyone knows it's meant to be

Falling in love, just you and me

'Till the end of time

'Till I'm on her mind

It'll happen

I've been making lots of plans

Like a picket fence and a rose garden

I'll just keep on dreaming

But it's cool because we're just friends

Thinking about how

We're gonna say our vows

It's cool we're just friends

As she walks down the aisle

I see all my friends smile

Cause now we're more than friends

Everyone knows it's meant to be

Falling in love, just you and me

'Till the end of time

'Till I'm on her mind

It'll happen

We've been making lots of plans

Like a picket fence and a rose garden

I'll just keep on dreaming

Just keep on thinking

Of when we used to be just friends

La (x4)

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When we used to be just friends

La (x4)

La (x4)

La (x4)

When we used to be just friends

Shane bit his lip. Mitchie looked down, smiling slightly, 'That's adorable.'

Shane closed the book and stood up, 'We should get back to the hospital.'

Mitchie frowned but also stood, 'Don't you like it?'

Shane smiled at her, 'I love it – and I'm sure Ashlee will too.'

'Ash; there's a visitor for you here,' Johanna said, stroking her daughter's hair. Ashlee flinched at her mother's touch; after all, she had no idea who this woman was.

Shane came in, wheeling in a pale boy with curly brown hair and tired but sparkling brown eyes. He was holding an acoustic guitar in his lap, and small multicoloured notebook.

'You remember Shane, right? He was here when you woke up, sweetheart,' Johanna said. Zach cringed as his younger sister slapped her hands away.

'I know who he is; he told me when I woke up,' she whispered harshly, 'I don't know who you are, though – why are you being so motherly?! You're not my mother!'

'Yes I am!' Johanna's face started to crumble, and Zach got up from his leaning position against the wall.

He leant over his sister, 'Ash, listen to me,' she tried to rip her head away but it hurt her, 'Ashlee, when you woke up, your memory was messed up; this is your mother, I am your brother, and these are your friends.'

'No, they're not! I don't know who any of you are!'

Shane leant forward to Nate, 'Do you wanna go?'

'No, no. I have to do this,' Nate nodded, breathing deeply.

'Just get out! All of you, just get out!' Both Ashlee and her mother were crying; Zach was near to it; Shane looked uncomfortable; but Nate was determined to make her remember. He hadn't saved her this many times for it all to die down like this.

'Okay, well, we'll see you later, Ash,' Zach whispered as he walked out. Johanna followed.

'Not if I have anything to do about it!' she whispered back angrily. She lifted her head up painfully to see Shane and Nate there. 'What?!' she whispered harshly.

'Ashlee, this is my friend, Nate. He wants to say something to you,' Shane smiled at her and left – leaving the chair right next to the bed.

'Do I know you?' Ashlee meekly asked him – it was more a statement than a question; she knew she probably knew him.

'Yeah, yeah you do,' Nate smiled reassuringly.

There was something about his smile; something she remembered. Or did she?

'Why have you got your guitar?'

'I was gonna ask: can I sing something for you?' Although she didn't remember him, Nate still felt comfortable talking to her.

'Er…' Ashlee also still felt comfortable around him, 'yeah, sure.'

And as he sang "Just Friends" to her, she smiled. She smiled as if she'd never smiled before; she smiled as if she was ready to jump in a pool in December; she smiled as if dancing in the rain was her only ambition in life; she smiled as if she was in love.

'I was bombarded by girls at the beginning of school…I guess I must have dropped my pens and stuff…'

'I'm your buddy, remember?'

'Hello Nate. How are you? Would you like a drink? Something to eat, maybe?'

'I'm telling you; if I died, she so wouldn't come back from her foreign country for my funeral.'

'You break up with me and your little friend…Nate…dies. Get it?'

'He tried to rape you.'

'Look, Ashlee, friends trust each other. I need you to trust me.'

'Brad, get off me. Brad, stop! No, Brad, don't! No, Brad!'

'You tell anyone about last night, he dies, got it?'

'You'll what? Get your plastic surgeon to come at me with his little scalpel?'

'No, my baby. She hurt my baby.'

'I heard what you said, Ash. About the baby.'

'Please, Nate. I'm begging you. Promise you won't tell anyone.' '…Okay…okay…fine…I promise.'

'There's the heartbeat…your baby's going to be just fine.'

'You said you wouldn't tell anyone. And you did. You lied to me.'

'You know she's pregnant because of you!'

'Nate! First you tell Shane, then Brad! Do you get kicks out of breaking your promises to me?!'

'You won't need an abortion after this!'

'Nate…he…he tried to help me…they're hurting him…'

'Oh my God…Nate, wake up. Please. Oh God…Call an ambulance!'

'You love him, he loves you. Neither of you know it. Simple.'

'What about…what about the baby?'

'Where is he?! If you don't tell me in the next 5 seconds, I swear I'm going to personally–!' 'Shane!'

'…but I was just getting used to being a mommy, you know?'

'Should I blame you?' '…I blame me.'

'If Nate had never met you, he wouldn't be in love.'

Nate had stopped playing by the time she'd realised. She looked down, her eyes wide, her mouth open. 'Oh, my God…'

'Didn't you like it?' Nate whispered, biting his lip.

'N-no, I loved it…' Ashlee looked up at him, 'Nate; you're Nate.'

'Yeah…'

'And that was Shane…and my mother, she…my brother; why was my brother here?! And Zoe…a-and Kelly and Jake and Harry; where are they –?!'

'You denied them, so they went home…'

'And…Brad…he was my boyfriend. I…love him – loved him. He…he killed my baby – why would he do that?!' Tears started to pour down her cheeks.

Nate was filled with mixed emotions. She remembered – happiness. She remembered – sorrow. In some ways, it was good she'd remembered, but ten she knew about Brad and what happened…and her baby…

'The doctors said he may have had mental problems…' he laid his hand on top of hers.

'But…he killed…his own – his own child…how could he?!' Her hand was trembling underneath his.

'And you…' Ashlee stared at him, 'you broke your promise to me…' Nate looked down – he was about to take his hand away, but she caught it and held it, 'but Shane…' he looked up, confused, '…he told me tha-that you…loved me… you were in love…with…' Nate opened his mouth to respond, '…with me…'

Slightly cuter I think…? Please Review! :D