Three.
I think it was about two days later, I'd been walking in the park with Doritos, and I fell asleep in the sun. When I woke up, you were there. Sitting next to me, rested on your hands behind your back, gazing out over the lake. I turned to my side.
"Hey..." I whispered.
You didn't look at me.
"Hey. How are you feeling?"
"I dunno. Okay, I guess. You?"
"So, so."
Silence. Great. I felt my heart skip a beat. It was good seeing you again, even though as far as I remembered, you were a complete stranger. Well not a complete stranger, but a stranger. But there was something about you...
"Why are you here?" I asked, tentatively.
"I was walking by, and saw you. Figured I'd say 'hi', but you were asleep."
"Oh."
"I live in this neighbourhood too, don't worry- I wasn't stalking you." You smiled.
I laughed a little.
"Can we start over? I feel too guilty like this."
"Sure, I guess." You replied.
"Okay. Hi, I'm Bec." I extended my hand.
"Luke." That smile again. They should arrest you for that.
The handshake lingered for just a little long. But I didn't mind. It gave me time to think why this felt so oddly familiar; so right.
"How come I've never seen you around the place before?" I asked.
"I just moved here, like, two weeks ago. "
"Ah."
Silence again. God, I hated this. I wanted to remember, so bad, but I couldn't. I knew I knew you; there was something about your eyes that seemed too familiar to be a coincidence. And you had a killer smile...My thoughts were interrupted.
"I like your dog, he's really pretty."
"Oh, thanks. Yeah, I love him. He keeps me busy when I get bored, which is a lot."
"What about like, your friends?"
I paused and looked away. I didn't know how to explain this. It wasn't that I didn't have friends. Or did I?
"I'm not really that close with many people."
"Why?"
"Are you my therapist?"
"You have a therapist?"
"NO, and you're not getting the job either."
You looked down and picked at some grass. Shit. I needed to stop being like this.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
"I know. You're just a bit touchy with criticism." You looked up at me and smiled.
I would've taken offense to that, but I knew it was true. I was starting to get used to the fact that you knew things I didn't know you knew.
"What are you doing for the rest of the day?" You asked.
"Nothing planned."
"Guess you're stuck with me then."
I turned to lie on my back again, looking up into the sky.
"Guess so," I replied, smiled, and closed my eyes.
We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about nothing much, and playing fetch with Doritos. I had fun, I'll admit. It was starting to get dark, and you walked me home. One of my parents' cars was in the drive.
