A/N yeah I have never had amnesia so this is all just what I think it's like sorry it's prob inaccurate

Red.
That's the first thing I recall.
Beautiful but in some sad, twisted way.
Then I remember arms.
Strong arms holding me in place.
I was angry but grateful for them at the same time.
Light on water.
The smell of smoke and laughter.
The feeling of suffocation.

That was all I got. Little fragments and stray thoughts of my life that I was supposed to use to piece my life together.
It's weird because people kept telling me my name would come to me but it never did.
Then there came the boy with purple hair.
He ran into the room talking into a phone and holding Maccas in the other hand.
"-awake but they said something about amnesia. I don't know just get over here."
He shoved his phone in his pocket and ran over to me.
He opened his mouth to say something but I stopped him.
"No I don't remember you, however I do remember Maccas." I pointed at the bag and he sighed.
"This was for me. And it still is..." I make puppy eyes at him.
He groans and hand it to me.
"Yes!" I pump my fist in the air.
He laughs. "Your puppy dog eyes conquer all. Can you share?" He pouts.
I toss a one of the french fries to him.
"Is that all?" He sets his head in my elbow and makes his own puppy dog eyes.
"I already know I don't like you." I sigh, giving him a few more.
"Why?" He asks hungrily digging in.
"Because your puppy dog eyes. They aren't even puppy dog eyes they're like Pus N' Boots eyes. Times 10."
He snorts.
"You used to be better at flirting you know."
I chuck another fry at him.
The door opens and three other people come in.
One had a blonde quiff and eyes that reminded me of the sky. Then a clearly Asian guy with tattoos followed by a curly haired quite attractive guy with a bandanna ties around his head. Actually, all of them are pretty attractive.
"Hey, what's going on does she remember-"
I roll my eyes.
"I don't remember any of you but you are all familiar."
"Okay, well, the nurses said that soon you'd be good to go and then we can-" the Asian one starts talking but I cut him off.
"I don't even know you people. And then we can what?"
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper that I take. It's written in messy handwriting that I feel I should recognize.
It's mine I realize, as I read it.

100 things I'm doing before I die xx
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1. Taking money from a cash register
2. Breaking into a concert
3. Break into sea world
4. Make out with 12 random strangers
5. Convince Calum to watch a horror movie

The list went on. I looked up at them.
"This stuff?" I question. They nod.
"We've been planning forever. We finally bought a van big enough for all of us to go around and do this stuff together, and then this happened..." he scratched the back of his head.
"You could all be stalkers for all I know. Maybe you wrote this and the second we leave you'll rape me or some shit." I scowl.
"Would a rapist have Pus N' Boots eyes like me?" Purple hair asks and I roll my eyes.
"Come on, we can tell you all about yourself if you come with us when you get out. Hell, you live with us. Ever since-" bandanna starts but then purple hair covers his mouth.
"I have an idea." He says.
"Do you remember our names?" Quiff boy/giraffe/deep voice asks.
"I don't even remember my own fucking name, how am I supposed to remember someone else's?!" I shout at him.
He smiles. "Well, you're definitely her."
"Definitely who?" I groan.
"Tell you what, if you just come with us, we'll tell you your name." Purple Hair speaks up again.
"What kind of deal is that?" I spit. "How do I know you knew me?"
Purple hair boy shrugs. "You don't. But if I know you-you will."
I groan. The thing is though, he's right. I love risks, I can just feel it.
I sigh.
"For everything we check off of the list it's another thing we'll tell you." He smiles.
"Fine." I mutter. "When do I get out here and how long will the amnesia last?"
Asian boy shrugs. "In about a day and... we don't really know."
I groan again and close my eyes.
"Which one of you is Calum." I ask after a moment when I open my eyes again.
Asian boy raises his hand.
"We're completing number 5 right now. I'm bored, someone go rent a horror movie."
His eyes widen and he goes, "nonononono" under his breath, but quiff boy picks him up and drags him over to the bed.
"What's my personal fact?" I turn to purple hair.
"Um... the names of your best friends?" He offers.
I roll my eyes. "Whatever. What are your names?"
His eyebrows go up.
"Did you remember we were your friends?" He asks.
I shake my head.
"No but if you're the ones I wanted to do this list with I'm betting you're my best friends."
He smirks. "Okay Sherlock. I'm Michael-you call me Mikey. Blonde quiff over there is Luke, and Bandanna Boy is Ashton, or Ash. And you know which one is Cal."
I turn and look at the struggling asian next to me.
"Is all the time I spend with you guys like this?" I ask him.
He smiles.
"Minus the amnesia and hospital, pretty much, yeah."
I smile. "This might be fun."
"Oh, it will be."

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A/N if anyone is even reading this ask me questions or something idk