Forget me not

Alexander James Williams Alex 32 Patriots Wide Receiver Amnesiac

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Micah

Ash colored brows furrow together in mild confusion at Alex’s good to know we kept in touch comment. Unsure exactly of why they wouldn’t have kept in touch or why the fact they had held any importance but Micah didn’t question it, a smile in his friend’s direction the only response given before he disappeared towards the back of the building to grab him the promised glass of water from the kitchen. If Alex said he’d explain, he trusted him to do so. Reappearing a few moments later with a drink and some left over desert options in hand, Micah placed everything in front of Alex’s chair before taking a seat for himself. “Please Alex, like I’m gonna let you pay for anymore of my alcohol. I still owe you for those two years before I turned twenty-one and could buy some for myself,” he teased, reaching over the counter to pour two large glasses of beer from the tap. “As you can see I poured myself a glass too cause technically I was off ten minutes ago, I just don’t know when to stop working.”

As soon as the water was placed in front of him, Alex smiled his thanks before taking a few small sips. He knew better than to gulp it all down at once, no matter how much he wanted to. “Thanks, man.” Taking a few more sips, Alex took a deep breath, unable to help laughing. “True, but the less said about my encouraging underage drinking the better. According to my mother, it’s one cause I decided to champion, as she says, in my prime.” Rolling his eyes a little, Alex drank some more water before pulling his beer over. “Well then, I came at the right time. If you finished ten minutes ago, then you’re finished. Cheers.” Replacing the water glass in his hand with the beer, Alex tapped his glass to Micah’s before taking a sip, the cold drink being exactly what he needed. “So, none of this will make sense to you. I had an accident a few months ago and I don’t remember anything from the last ten years. So catch me up, bro, how did you end up here? Were you from here originally?” If he was, maybe he would be able to help out with things that Alex couldn’t remember, about the family he didn’t remember. “It’s kind of weird for me, I don’t remember being able to sit at a bar with you.. Still doesn’t feel like we should be old enough.”

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Katrina

“Were you last in a relationship before or after the Obama administration?” She laughed, glad in the fact that she knew that she’d never been that way with Lance, “As long as you’re self aware.” Her chin caught in her palm and she nodded, feigning seriousness before cracking into a grin, “I blame the education system.” His proposition made her grin, setting her glass aside before nodding. Kat curved her spine towards him, like a content housecat. Her fingers dipped into the bowl of snacks, and she offering one to him. “You’re the smartest boy I know, Pookie.”

“The last President? Um, it was during..” He cracked a smile, just hoping he’d gotten away with it. He didn’t want to be the guy with amnesia, for once, he just wanted to be a normal guy, having a chat with someone in a bar. That, he hoped, he could do. “Is that what they teach kids nowadays? How to make the grown ups vomit every time they talk?” Laughing quietly, Alex couldn’t help but return her grin, both of them slipping into their roles easily as he lay an arm over her shoulder. “You’re just full of compliments tonight, aren’t you my little teddy bear?” Working hard to keep his face in their characters, Alex leaned down, taking the snack from her fingers with his teeth. Gently poking the tip of her nose, he laughed. “Thank you, pumpkin pie. Did you want one too?” Holding it up for her, he glanced at the couple out of the corner of his eye, having to press his lips together to hold his laughter as they turned to look at them.

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Milo

Milo still wasn’t sure whether or not he should believe Alex, but for Maia’s sake, he figured he would. “No promises she’s home, but fine, follow me, Jason Bourne.” He pushed his hands into his pockets, huffing out a breath at the question, “I’m dating her brother, Finn. That’s how we know each other. Wow, so selective amnesia? I don’t blame you. She’s annoying.”

“It’s fine, if she’s not, I don’t really know what to say to her anyway.” Running a hand through his hair, Alex began to follow, nodding at his description of their connection before he stopped. “Do you know what? Forget it.” Throwing his hands up, Alex shook his head, determined not to let his frustration get the best of him. “You might think this is some fun joke and enjoy prodding me, but this is my god damn life! Next time you get into an accident and wake up not remembering the last ten years, you’ll see how fun it is.” Turning around, Alex began to walk back the way he’d came, not knowing where he’d end up, but not really caring either.

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Katrina

“Babe is dead, Wubbybear is in.” Katrina said, grinning broadly. She leaned back against the bar, no longer giving the couple her full and undivided attention, letting long legs dangle from the stool. “Last week, the term of endearment of the day was Pookie Wookie, so I’d say we’re back on the road towards normalcy.” She snickered into the mouth of her glass, taking a sip. The brunette wasn’t bothering to keep her tone down, looking over at the duo with a scowl. “It’s so fucking gross, think they’d get a room if someone said anything?”

"Wow, so relationships have become like playdates since I was last in one then, huh?” Grinning back at her, Alex reached for his drink, his eyes flitting between her and the couple, who were now rubbing noses. “I hope I have never been that level of vomit inducing..” Laughing quietly, Alex tried to keep his eyes up, but he couldn’t help a quick sweep over her, quickly distracting himself with his drink. “What’s happening to the world, where we consider this normal?” Taking another sip, he looked back to the couple, shrugging slightly. “I don’t know, maybe we should just play them at their own game, see what they think of it?” Smirking a little, Alex raised his voice slightly. “What do you think, my little choochie face?”

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Scarlett

      “I’m so glad to hear that.” Scarlett’s words were laced with relief as a smile approached her once fearful expression. “Trust me, she knows she is. She’s the kind of pup who can get away with almost anything when i’m not around. But, she also knows i’m the alpha in the house since it’s just her and I.” She explained in a friendly and calm manner. “This is Harley, and i’m Scarlett. I can already tell she really likes you.”

Alex couldn’t help but grin as he scratched the dog behind her ears, laughing quietly at the dog’s expression. “It always looks like they’re smiling when they do that.” Stroking his hand over the dog’s head, Alex stood up as the girl talked, his eyes moving to her face as he listened to her. “Well, that’s what every dog owner hopes for, at least she isn’t a maniac. A friend of mine had a dog that would try and run off every time they went outside.” Back when he could remember. “Well it’s nice to meet you Scarlett. Alex.” Holding his hand out to her, he shook it gently before looking back down at the dog. “Well I’m honoured, she’s gorgeous. How old is she?”

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With his condition, things came and went, memories, ideas. For the first few months, it was like Alex’s mind was a sieve, anything new, seemed to spill out just as quickly as it had gone in but over the recent months, with a lot of hard work and pure determination, it was getting stronger. He remembered things now, not that he’d forgotten, but he didn’t forget new faces, road names or even what grocery store stocked the cookies he liked. His life was slowly beginning to get back to a level of normal he could handle, except now, that was all changing again.

He’d noticed it the first time he’d met with Micah, a flash in his brain, something so quick he barely recognised it and he had agonised over it for weeks, before it finally became clear in his head. A memory of the two of them, cheering at a party. He wasn’t sure where it was or when it was, but he knew it hadn’t been at college, it wasn’t a memory he already had. It had happened again at the music festival. He’d seen her, just from afar, he’d ruined enough of her days since he’d come to Westport as it was. As he’d caught her profile, an image flashed through his head. Him, her, together, at this festival. A kiss.

It had shocked him so much, he’d left the festival, returning to his bed and breakfast to just sit on the bed, the picture he’d remembered now completely engrained in his brain. He’d remembered something, something of her. It wasn’t a fantasy any longer. “Annie?” He moved to his door, quick as a flash as he heard the door next to him open, the daughter of the owner looking back at him. “Can you show me how to use instagram? Do I have instagram?” He’d heard people talk about it and as the girl just pulled her phone from her pocket, without laughing at him as so many would, she nodded. “Sure, at least I think so.” He waited as she scrolled through her phone before she finally handed it over.

This is what he needed, he needed to piece together his life. As he scrolled the photos, he stopped, pictures of him and his parents, his teammates, his college friends, even some high school friends. He continued to scroll and there they were. Maia, her father, her siblings. Everything. “Thank you..” Handing the phone back to her, he retreated into his room, his hands pushing through his hair. He couldn’t say one way or another what was going on, except one thing.

Alex was starting to remember.

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Katrina

Katrina cradled her chin in her palm, glancing around the bar to gauge if anyone else was overhearing the conversation that she was. She had decided to head to the bar, determined to find company despite her lack of interest in a drink, but her evening was already well onto it’s way of being spoiled. A couple leaned into each other, limbs tangled and voices a touch above a whisper– I love you snugglekins. You’re my wubby bear– prompting her brows to shoot skyward. Physically turning, Kat found the features of a kindred spirit, mouthing her reaction. “What the fuck?”

Leaning against the bar, Alex heaved out a sigh. Since arriving in Westport, he hadn’t accomplished nearly as much as he thought he would have. He wanted answers at the very least, a memory flashback at the most, but instead, he’d gotten a lot of confusion, a few insults and one very bewildered ex wife. Gesturing to the bartender for a drink, Alex pulled a face, turning to the side as he overheard the sickening baby talk between the couple to the side of him. He may not have remembered his longest relationship, but he could be damn sure he never behaved like that. “God, who even says that? I swear, I overheard someone talk to their child like that the other. What happened to babe in the last ten years?”

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Maia

“Didn’t you hear the news? Being humble’s for losers,” came the actress’s only response, years of on set experience incapable of keeping the playful smile off her face. “And your face is stupid, stupidly handsome.” It seemed only fair to follow her smack talk with a compliment, especially after he’d so graciously given her one. The moment his arms are no longer around her she can’t help but miss the warmth of his body behind her. Her own subconsciously shifting closer to him as he steps in front of her. “Two things to unpack there, of course I’d look hot in the uniform. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll try yours on when we get back home,” she offers nonchalantly. With time it was getting easier to consider Boston home. She still wasn’t completely there of course. And part of Maia felt like she never would feel as comfortable in the streets of New England as she felt here but as her father liked to preach, some things took time. And for Alex she’d happily wait for the time to come. 

“Secondly, good. Remember how gracious I am the next time you think about complaining about my movie night choice.” It’s second nature to her by now to take his hand within her own, gently dragging him away from the make shift arcade to find something to cool them down underneath the unforgiving Georgian night sky.  “Don’t think I’ll forget just cause I’m a little tipsy right now. Also drinks first, then your shoulders! I heard Frank Ocean might do a surprise performance. Oh wait, is that an ice cream stand…can we get ice cream instead? Actually wait drinks first, then ice cream, then your shoulders. Sorry for any ice cream I get on your shirt in advance.”

There was nothing, not even his own distaste of losing that could dull the happiness he felt at just seeing her smile. Maia, from the start, had been different from any other girl he’d dated. She wasn’t afraid of talking back to him, putting him in his place or being silly, joking with him and even rubbing his face in moments like this. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders as she stepped closer to him, the football player couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, his head dipping slightly to press a kiss against her temple. “You’re going to try it on, huh? Don’t go putting those pictures into my head, baby, we’re in public.” Grinning against the side of her head, Alex kissed her once more before straightening up. Their move to Boston had been huge, not only for Alex’s career but for their relationship, he’d never be able to thank her enough for her sacrifice, when it meant that he could live his dream. 

“I’ll complain about your choice of movie night all I like, you don’t have the best taste in things you don’t star in.” Lacing his fingers through hers as they walked, Alex kept her close to him, half because he didn’t want to lose her in the crowd and half just to stay close to her. “Drinks, ice cream, shoulders. Is that your final order pick, or do you want to change it again?” Grinning down at her, Alex led her over to a drinks stand, wrestling in the pocket of his shorts for some cash. “Maia Williams, is this just a ploy so I take my shirt off?” Leaning down, Alex cupped her face with his hands, pressing a kiss against her lips as the attendant to the drinks cart cleared his throat. “What do you want to drink?”

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Amber

She let go of his hand as they immersed themselves into the crowd, her gaze following his to the stage and the pounding of the speakers, trying to catch a glimpse of the artist but to no avail. “Mm, honestly? I’m here for Bruno Mars. The rest is just upbeat background noise,” Amber admitted sheepishly, giving up in her pursuit of catching sight of the singer. “Good background noise. Just none that I can sing along to.”

Alex nodded his head along to the beat of the song that was playing. He may not have recognised barely anyone, or anyone at all, on the set list, but apparently, it didn’t matter that his tastes were back in 2008, the music was incredible. “Bruno Mars? Right, yeah, Bruno Mars. Is that a band, or..? He racked his brain for the name, but nothing came up. “Is he like Flo-Rida?”

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Raleigh

Raleigh had been drinking since the day had started. If he was being honest, he probably had been and will be drinking the whole weekend. More on the fact he didn’t know if he could smoke and well, a side effect of that is always having something in your mouth. So he picked alcohol to be his saving grace till he could get back to his usual schedule. And what that meant was a very drunk country bumpkin with his own cowboy hat would be strolling around this beach sideways. The boy rarely looked where he was going and in turn is how his whole damn drink now soaked up the person’s shirt in front of him. “Oh shit. I’m so fucking sorry, oh my god. Here lemme try helping…” 

He didn’t know many people, he didn’t recognise most of the music, but damn was Alex having a good time. The festival setting was knew to him, or so he remembered and although he may not recognise the artists or the songs they were performing, he was having a good time, dancing and laughing with the people had knew or had met from around Westport. As he began to make his way back to one of his friends, a beer in each hand, Alex was too focused on locating the familiar group when he felt the front of shirt get soaked. “Oh shit.” Looking down at the front, Alex nodded his head. “I knew wearing a white shirt wasn’t going to be a good idea.” Shaking his head, Alex, handed his beer to his friend, who had luckily seen what had happened before rejoining their group. “Hey, it’s no problem, man. It’s a festival, right? It probably won’t be the last thing spilt on me today. I wasn’t looking though, so, can I get you another one?”

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Amber

“If you don’t join my party, you have to pay my tab. Rules are rules!” Amber called over the incessant base of the music echoing over the speakers, dragging her newfound company farther towards the crowd, careful not to slosh the contents of her plastic cup all over her as she moved. 

He wasn’t entirely aware of what was happening as the familiar blonde pulled him deeper into the crowd. “I mean if those are the rules!” He’d seen her once before, briefly, at a coffee shop but he tried not to think about spending the time with a near stranger, instead, for once, he tried to enjoy himself. “So who is this? On stage, I mean.”

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Maia

( flashback to lollapalooza’s past with @alexjwilliams​ )

“In your face! In your stupid face!” Maia cheered excitedly, bouncing around in sheer joy only moments after winning a very intense game of air hockey. Hazel hues glimmering in amusement as she continued her over the top victory party of one. “How does defeat feel, AJ?” she taunted happily, moon walking toward his general direction. There were a lot of things Maia Williams claimed to be, unfortunately for her husband of one year’s sake, a gracious winner wasn’t one of them. “Maybe I should try out for the Patriots next. Actually….never mind that sounds like a lot of work. I’ll leave the footballing to you.”

All he could do was hang his head in shame as Maia smashed the air hockey puck into his goal, signalling that she’d won. Despite his fiercely competitive nature, and his hatred of losing, he couldn’t help the wide grin on his face as he looked up at his wife celebrating. “Stupid face, huh? Wow, you are a terrible winner.” Leaning against the air hockey table, he watched with his head cocked to the side as she danced towards him. “Well how gracious of you to leave me with something.” Since Maia had agreed to move to Boston with him so he could take his opportunity to play for his childhood team, Alex had made it his mission to get them both down to Westport as much as possible and their annual festival was just the perfect excuse for an extended trip. Wrapping his arm around her waist from behind, Alex pulled her into his body, his lips pressing against the back of her head before he leaned down to her ear. “Although I think you’d look insanely hot in the uniform.” Pressing a quick kiss against her cheek, Alex held her close for a second before releasing her and stepping around to her front. “Do you want to get a drink or is there someone on stage you need to sit on my shoulders to watch?”

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[ft. @themaiaprescott  circa. 2011]

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Do you want your memory back or is ignorance bliss?

“Sometimes it is bliss, there are things that I’d quite like to stay forgotten, but they don’t outweigh everything I want back. I’d take my memories back, the bad and all, without a second thought.”

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From one to America, how free are you tonight?

“Depends on who’s asking..”