Trent's POV

Gwen ran to me and hugged me. The pink diary spilled papers everywhere. "I remembered something." Gwen whispered.

"What is it?" I asked pulling out of the hug.

"I remembered you sitting by me when I woke up from the hospital,…" she said. I am confused, why is she mentioning this. "I also remember Heather waiting outside not caring that I was in a hospital bed. If she's my best friend why would she do that?" she asked. Looking at me confused.

"Because she's not your best friend. That's not even your diary." I said. She hugged me again and sobbed slightly.

"I don't know who to trust anymore." She cried.

"You can't trust anyone but your self now." I answered.

"What are you saying?" Bridgett said. "She can't remember anything." She yelled.

"Come on. We'll find your real diary and you can learn yourself." I said grabbing her hand and running to her room.


"Ok where do we start?" I asked. She shrugged. I opened drawers, looked under mattresses, and everything but I couldn't find it.

"If I had a diary where would I keep it?" Gwen asked herself. Then she walked over to a book shelf and took out 5 notebooks. "Are any of these it?" she asked. My eyes widened in shock. The third one was her diary.

"Yeah the third one. How did you know?" I asked putting the other notebooks away.

"I didn't. I thought that if I had one now and I don't want people to find it id hide it were they'd least expect it. I would never expect a diary to be in a place with books and out in the open. So I checked and saw these 5 notebooks." She explained.

"Wow that was really smart." I said handing her the diary. "Oh your sketch pad should also help to." I said picking it off the desk.

Gwen sat down with the books in her hands. "Why do you still trust me? You know we broke up, that I betrayed you in TDI, and you're not fond of me. So why trust me?" I asked curios.

"You're the only one that sparks memories. Everyone else I was with didn't help. When I'm with you, I remember things." She said with a blush. "And I do still like you. I remember why we broke up and it was stupid. Forgive me?" she asked as her blush deepened.

I leaned to her and kissed her gently on the lips. "Of course I do." I whispered pulling back. She dropped her books and pulled me back to kiss her again.

The kiss was first chase. Then I slowly traced her lips with my tongue. She opened and I deepen the kiss more. She slightly moaned a little before she pushed me off.

"Is something wrong?" I asked. She was beaming red and breathing hard.

"No, but I remembered a lot of things now. I would say everything, but I'm not sure." She said.

"Ok, pop quiz. During which challenge was our first date?" I asked.

"The awakathon." She said with out missing a beet.

"What did I give you every morning?" I asked. She thought for a minute.

"I know they where muffins, but I can't remember the flavors." She said.

"Then I need to help you remember." I said before I kissed her the same way again. This time when she broke off she didn't say anything she just picked up her diary.

"I-um I'm going to read a little now. I'll call you if I remember anything." She said with a growing blush.

"Ok, if you remember, or if you need remembering." I said with a flirty tone. Then I walked away leaving Gwen to search for her memories.

Gwen's POV

He's been gone for 5 minutes and I am still breathless. I remember everything now. My memory is back. Like it was never gone. I just needed time to think this over. Get it straightened out.

I skimmed my diary to make sure I didn't forget anything. Nope I was back to earth. This should make me happy to be able to remember everything. But I felt sad because Trent and I broke up. But he kissed me, so he must still like me right?

What if he only wanted to help then leave me alone? What should I do? I have to tell him I remembered everything. But will he still be with me after?


I walked to his room and knocked on the door. He quickly answered and smiled when he saw me. "Gwen, come in." he said opening the door wider then closing it behind me. "Did you remember anything?" he asked me. I stood in the middle of the room and he stood in front of me.

"Um, yeah I remembered something." I told him. I can feel my stomach knotting.

"What is it?" he asked coming closer to me.

"Everything. I remembered everything." I said looking at him now. "My memories are back." I said. He looked sad and confused. "I wanted to thank you, for helping me. Who knows what could have happened." I said. He was staring at the floor. "Ok, I'll go now." I said walking past him. But he grabbed my arm and I turned to meet him.

"So dose that mean, things go back to normal?" he asked.

"Yeah. I guess." I said with a fake smile. He seemed hurt.

"Are you sure you remember everything?" he asked. I looked at him confused and walked to him.

"How do I know if I'm missing anything?" I asked. He lifted my chin up with his hand and brought my lips inches from his.

"I have a theory. This worked last time." He whispered. I didn't fight him; I wanted him to kiss me. When he did I wrapped my arms around his neck and never wanted to let go. But he pulled away slowly and he looked into my eyes. "Spark anything?" he asked. I nodded and kissed him again.

When I pulled away I whispered. "I remembered how happy I was to be your girlfriend and how miserable I was when we broke up." He looked at me and I bit my lower lip gently playing with me. "Do you…feel the same?" I asked. He smiled and slightly nodded. "Then why are we torturing ourselves?" I asked.

"I don't know. That's one memory we don't want to remember. Keep those out." He said before kissing me again.

"9" I said. He looked at me shocked. "That's why." Then I paused. He looked sad and defeated. "But I don't care." I said before attacking his lips again.


People where happy to see I remembered everything. I also remembered to sue the show for the incident in the first place. But people weren't happy Trent and I were back together. But we don't care what they think. The only thing that matters is me and him. And that's the way it should be.

Some memories are bitter and make you want to forget them. Like the Heather incident. But other are sweet and comforting, those you want to keep. I still don't know if I have everything back. But I know I have my sweet memories and those are the only ones I need, nay the only ones I want.


AN: Ok that's it. It's over. Please review and tell me what you think.