(I need to sleep. Lol.)
Aubrey continued to just smile at him for a moment before she remembered that she was taking him home. She blinked and shook her head, wiping the smile from her face as she unlocked the car and climbed into the driver's seat.
You need to stop staring at him! He's your best friend, so just stop it!
(If you need sleep then go to sleep)
A little confused at what Aubrey just did, although he was confused altogether, he walked round to the other side of the car and sat in the passenger seat.
(I fell asleep. Lol.)
"Let's go, yeah?" Aubrey breathed, starting the car and buckling in.
(Aha)
“Yeah, yeah let’s go.” He said, looking out the window.
(Shall we do a car ride scene or should we skip?)
Aubrey pulled out of the parking lot and started toward Liam's apartment. She hoped that seeing it would trigger something, anything. As long as he could start to remember things, that would be all right.
(Time skip, I think)
Liam didn’t try to make conversation, he was to busy trying to see things that he remembered, nothing came to mind instantly. So he waited and still, there was nothing. Eventually they pulled into the car park of an apartment building.
Aubrey killed the engine and looked over to Liam. "Here we are. This is where you live," she explained. "Do you want to go inside now?"
He nodded, “Yeah, yeah I vaguely remember this place.” He said.
"That's great," Aubrey said, smiling at Liam. She stepped out of her car and waited for him to get out before walking over to the door.
He followed, trying to remember anything more about this place.
(Sorry gtg, seeya later)
(Ag, darn. Okay.)
Why did Aubrey have a key to Liam's apartment? Who knows, but she did.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Liam smiled as a few memories came back to him, “I-I remember a few things.” He said, looking at a paint splattered wall in the entrance, “Didn’t we get drunk one night when we tried to paint this?”
Aubrey laughed. "We did! That was the first – and last! – time I ever got drunk," she shook her head, smiling at the memory. "I swore to never drink again after that night. Especially when I woke up with a splitting headache!"
(I got to go. Be back in about an hour.)
“Yeah, the hangover was terrible.” He smiled. At least he remembered something. The first of his lost memories. He walked further into the house, trying to see if anything else rung a bell.
(Okay)
(I'm back!)
"That was a fun night," Aubrey said softly as she followed Liam throughout the apartment. "Anything else coming back?"
"Uh… no not really but that couch," He pointed to a black leather sofa, that looked like it was a few decades old, "My… grandma gave it to me as a moving in gift."
Aubrey smiled at him. "That's okay. You aren't going to remember everything at once. I'm sure it will come slowly. Well, at first anyway,"she gently assured him.
"Hopefully," He said, walking into the kitchen, "Was I that lazy that I didn't go out and by food?" He asked, looking in the fridge to find barely anything.
"Well, you're pretty busy. What with college and a job and all," Aubrey reminded him. "It's hard to grocery shop when you've got finals to study for and a job to juggle."
“What job?” He asked, shutting the door and leaning on the counter top.
(…Idk what he should do…
You can pick, unless you want me to.)
"Do you remember it at all?" Aubrey asked, not wanting to push him but wanting to see if he could remember.
(Uhhh… first thing that comes to mind is…)
“Uh…” He racked his useless brain, “Wasn’t I a bar tender?” He asked
(Lol.)
Aubrey's smile grew. "You were– you are! Free drinks may not have been such a great idea before painting," she laughed.
Aidan laughed, “Probably, oh well.”
"Yeah… It was fun, though. I mean, what I can remember from that night," Aubrey reminisced.
He smiled, “Do-do we have classes tomorrow?” He asked.
Aubrey shook her head. "No. Neither of us does," she informed him.
“Okay, that’s good.” He said, walking to sit down in the couch.