All week classes had been okay. Having different people talk to me at the house at different times, overwhelmed me. Where the heck was Nolan? I expected him to be stealing my underwear.

I sat in my room, trying to relax. Everything was so weird right now and felt so off.

I heard a knock at the door, "Mags?"

I looked over at Nash, who was standing there. He walked in and took a seat next to me. I fidgeted with my fingers. Why did I feel so nervous around him?

"Want to get some ice cream?" He suggested as he looked at me casually.

My head turned to him as I asked, "Can I get extra sprinkles and whip cream?"

He chuckled. "You can have whatever you want."

We got up and walked out of the room and down the stairs, "Mags and I will get ice cream," he mentioned to his brothers.

"I could go for some ice cream," Noah said.

"Sounds good to me," Nathan added.

"Ice cream always makes everything better," Nixon finished, then something hit me, a memory.

Memory

"Maggie, ice cream always makes everything better," Pat said to me as I sat there stabbing my ice cream.

I stopped and remembered how Nate and Pat took me out for ice cream and how the boys argued about my 18th birthday party.

"Mags?" Nash looked at me with concern.

"Pat was right, ice cream makes everything better," I smiled.

"You remembered?" He looked at me, surprised.

"Nate and Pat took me out for ice cream because you guys had been mean to me. Why had you guys been mean to me?" I felt a little confused.

"Never mind, it's not important," Nixon commented as he ushered me to the door.

I stopped them. "What happened?" I knew they were hiding something, but they weren't telling me, and it was making me frustrated.

They looked at each other as Nash said, "Tiffany overheard you girls talking in a dressing room and told everyone about the twins and Nixon's sex life or a lack of experience. We blamed you when it wasn't your fault," Nash explained.

"Oh," I replied quietly, feeling utterly confused.

"Ma and Dad took matters into their own hands. That's how you ended up at the ice cream parlor," he explained further.

Part of that memory was missing, and so were others. Something didn't feel right. Nash was leaving a piece out, and I didn't understand why?

"Come on; I promise you extra sprinkles and whip cream," he reminded me as he guided me out of the house, and the boys and girls followed us.

God, everything was such a jumbled mess.

We sat at a table having ice cream, and everyone was quiet. I was still trying to comprehend things; part of me felt lost.

Then I heard someone say, "You got something on your nose."

I turned and said, "Huh?"

Then Nash took his finger and put ice cream on the tip of my nose. "Nash!" I exclaimed when he did that.

"Oops," he smirked. I let my anger get the best of me and smashed my ice cream in his face.

"I deserved that," he said, grabbing a napkin and wiping his face-off, "but so do you." Then he took his ice cream and smashed it into my face.

I stewed in anger as I started yelling, and he started yelling back at me while the other people looked at us like we were lunatics except for the brothers. They knew what was coming.

"You know what?" he yelled.

"What?" I yelled back.

"I want to kiss you!"

"Then why don't you?" I yelled at him, not thinking about it.

He grabbed my face and crashed his lips into mine. Another memory hit when we were sitting at the table having breakfast and got into a massive food fight, leading into a kiss.

I pulled back and looked at him. His steel-grey eyes met my blue ones. "This wasn't the first time you kissed me?" I asked him.

"No," he answered truthfully.

"We got into a food fight, and then you kissed me?"

"Yes," he said.

"Why?" I asked excitedly.

"Maybe we should save that for another day. Give you some time to process the information," he suggested to me.

"Oh, okay," I said, feeling a little disappointed.

"Come on, we'll take you home so you can clean up," he said, hurrying out of the booth and holding out his hand. I reached over and took it. Something felt so right about this.

We walked out of the diner, and Nixon looked at his brothers. "Time for Plan B."

They nodded in agreement.

Once we got home, I showered. Then when I finished, I came out of the bathroom and smacked right into Nash.

"Sorry," I apologized to him.

He looked at me. "It's okay. There's no harm done." He smiled then another memory hit me.

"You didn't leave and not say anything," I mentioned.

"No," he replied.

"The last time you did."

"Yes," he answered.

"Why?"

"Because I was nervous last time," he gently reminded me.

I stared at him. The memories were there. They were coming slowly, and they weren't coming in order. Everything's screwed up, and it was making me frustrated, so frustrated I started to cry.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked me with concern.

"Why can't I remember anything?" My voice cracked. "It's like a part of my life is missing, and I can't get it back."

"You will," he assured me.

"When? I'm so tired of not remembering anything. Please, Nash, help me remember." I clenched his shirt. "Please." I sobbed as he wrapped his arms around me.

The other people in the house, along with the boys and girls, saw us.

"Mags, it's okay. We will help you remember. We don't want to force it," he whispered to me.

Then I heard someone say, "I like you, you like me, this isn't Barney. Just ask her out already!"

The memory came flooding back like water. Nash and I were in my bedroom, and he was trying to ask me out when Nixon yelled that.

"Mags?" He looked at me, trying to gauge my reaction.

I had my eyes closed as I relieved the memory and how we went out on our first date with the boys crashing it. How Nash asked me to be his girlfriend after they showed up, pretending to be police officers.

I looked at Nash. "You asked me to be your girlfriend."

"Yes," he whispered.

"And I said yes."

"Yes," he agreed.

I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "You remembered," he spoke with relief.

"How could I forget?" I replied, not understanding how I could forget something that important to me.

"It doesn't matter. You remembered."

"And my work's done," Nixon smirked.

We all sat in the living room.

"So, I'm your girlfriend?" I mentioned still trying to process this new information.

"Yep," he answered truthfully.

"And you're my boyfriend?"

"Yep," he replied.

"Interesting," I remarked, trying to figure everything out while sitting there.

"Why do you say that?" He asked me curiously.

"Because it's weird, even not remembering a big chunk of my life, my heart had felt a void. Like something was missing."

"Because the heart wants what the heart wants," Noah said to me. I looked at him. "Maggie, you may have lost your memory, but your heart never did."

"I never looked at it that way," I said to him.

"Sometimes, when you feel something so strong for someone, no matter what, that feeling will always remain," Jace explained to me.

"I just feel like they cheated me out of things," I sighed.

"Yeah, but that's the thing about regaining your memories, they're not just good but bad. Remember that," Noah advised.

That was what I was afraid of, not only the good memories returning but the bad ones. The thought unnerved me. I didn't know what to expect, and that terrified me.

"Hey, look at me," Nash said, pulling my chin, so I was facing him. "No matter what happens, we're still here. No matter what happened, we found our way back to each other. Remember that."

I guess, whatever happens, I needed to keep that in mind. God, I hope things will be okay. I didn't want to deal with anything else wrong at this point.