“Isen! Oh my God, Charles! I am so sorry!” Bev says as she makes her way towards me.”Isen’s a very light drinker, and he’s had one to many beers! Please forgive me!” she begs. I quickly stand up and run out the door, tears streaming freely down my face. I was not ready for that. Bev follows me and sits down next to me. “I’m really sorry, Charles. I didn’t know he’d pull something like that. I’m so ashamed, he kissed you! I knew he was a light drinker but I didn’t know he’d be that kind of drunk.I really am sorry, Charles.” I take a deep breath. Come on, Charles, pull yourself together! It’s just one kiss and he wasn’t even in his right mind. You can do this!

“It’s okay, Bev, I’m over it already. You don’t have to blame yourself,” I tell her. It’s not really her fault, it’s no one’s fault that this happened. “And besides, at least I’ve had my first kiss now!” I joke. Bev gasps and covers her mouth with her hands.

“Oh my God, really?! That was your kiss? Oh my God, sorry but, that’s so going in my fanfiction! What? Yeah, I have a fanfic of you two, and I’m a dedicated shipper.”

“I’m not even going to comment on that,” I say more to myself than to her. “And why does everyone ship us together? Did I miss something?”

“Wait, you really don’t remember? Think about it; have you ever seen silver eyes like his anywhere else? Maybe in a photo or…?” Bev drags out the last question in order to help me think. But, a photo? I mean I feel like I have seen him before, specifically his eyes. But, where? My eyes widen when I realize where I saw him. He’s the one standing with me in that picture. The picture where I look so happy. But, I don’t remember him at all. If this is true, why didn’t I recognize him. Those eyes are easy to remember, so how did I forget?

“Hey, you still there?” Bev asks, catching my attention. “So, have you figured it out yet?” she says with a smile, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, but, how? How is it that I don’t remember him or the photo?”I ask.

“Well, we moved a little bit after that and you were pretty devastated. So I guess it was something you didn’t want to be reminded of so you blocked the memory and ended up completely forgetting about us,” she explains. “But, of course, Tate remembers everything so you should ask him.”

“Thanks, and I will,” I say with a smirk. Time to investigate my sorry excuse little brother.