Amnesiac

It's been a year since I woke up in St. Ann's hospital, clueless and dazed. My name is Arlo Quinn, and I'm seventeen years old. As far as I know, I'm an orphan and there aren't any real records of my birth, parents or hometown, but, whoever they are, they set me up in a studio apartment in Brighton. Within the year that I've been in Brighton, I've gotten a feel for primary places such as the bank , the grocery store, the doctor's, my work place and my apartment. The place I work at is a small boutique in downtown Brighton with a nineteen year old blonde boy who tends to work himself to death. His name is Beck Finnley. A charmer really, the girls all swoon for that blue-eyed jock. "Hey, Freckles, mind taking over the check out for me?" I hear a distressed call from Beck, laughing as he struggles with boxes upon boxes of new imported clothing. "Ha! Yeah, No problem, Hercules" I teased him, walking up to the front counter. I gave a charming smile to the young woman who practically swooned as I checked and bagged her items. "Have a nice day, miss!" I waved as she left and Beck chuckled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Aw my little ginger prodigy has a fan~" He cooed. I shrugged his arm off, rolling my peridot green eyes. "Ew, gross, I like guys." I stated blatantly, sticking my pierced tongue out at the toned blonde as he mocked shock and disgust. "How dare you,Ar! Make room for Jesus and the holy ghost in your life. Find the way to God." He leaned on me. "God hates the gays, Arlo Quinn. I damn thee to hell! To hell I say!" "Oh yeah, look at me, the devil's young son. Not only am I mysteriously orphaned, but I am the dreaded homosexual that the media has warned you about! Beware!" I hiss and he gives a fake girly scream. "Oh no! The homosexual agenda is being pushed upon me! All this propaganda is going to turn me! I am doomed...DOOMED!" He rolled his eyes and messed up my hair, to which I smacked his hand in disdain. "Not the hair, dammit!" Beck grinned devilishly and began to rub and shake his hands through my ginger red hair, totally messing up all the gel I had put in it. Soft curly locks of it fell into my face and I groaned. "Do you understand how hard it is to tame my mane in the morning? Harder than taming a saber tooth tiger." Beck gasps dramatically. "Oh no, I've ruined your fragile appearance." Beck rolled his eyes and smacked the back of my head, earning a hard glare from me. "Y'know, it's a shame you're straight, you'd have so many guys swooning at the thought of you." I laugh, pretending to swoon. Beck chuckled. "Oh? And would you be one of those guys, swooning for me? You aren't falling for me are you, Quinn?" He smirked, pulling me close by my waist. I blushed and rested my hands on his chest. "You know I am. Don't tease, it's mean" I snort, squishing his cheeks. "You're wrong." He smiled as he grabbed the keys to lock up. I tilted my head, confusion swimming in my bright green eyes. "About wha-" "About me. I'm not straight..I'm Bi" He chuckled, waving to me as he left, leaving me hot and flustered and confused. I sigh and grab my car keys, glancing back at Beck's retreating form. I lock up the shop, and make my way to my truck. I love this truck, it's a red 2014 Ford SVT Raptor with black leather seats and top notch heating and air. I give a tired sigh as I sit in my truck, turning on the radio. As I drive back to my apartment, something seemed off; an eerie feeling settling in my chest. I park and quickly make my way up to my apartment..to find that my door is open and there is the noise of someone or something rummaging around inside. I pull my switchblade from my back pocket and flip it open, cautiously making my way inside to see a boy with bubblegum pink skin and dark black hair, his ears long and pointed, shuffling through my kitchen drawers "H-hey!" I call out to the boy, who jumps slightly and whirls around to face me. His eyes shone bright red with excitement. "M'lord! You're okay! You look kind of odd, but you aren't injured are you?" I was so shocked, that I did not object when the odd looking boy approached me and checked me worriedly for injuries. "Do I..know you?.." I stutter out confusedly, my arms moving to grab his shoulders. He tilts his head with a concerned look before sighing. "Oh my..I forgot that your memories were wiped upon dimension hopping..That's alright, my prince, Once we return home to Amberstone, we can call the royal mage..Your father has been so worried and Tristan is on a rampage through the castle court again.." The odd looking boy ranted and raved about things I had no clue about. "Uhm..what..?" I was dumbstruck. I had no idea who this guy was, or really what he was, and he was spouting absolute bullshit about me being some prince from another f*****g dimension. I'm sorry, but that's just impossible. "Allow me to reintroduce myself! My name is Jet Renton. I am a Flanyar that hails from the Kingdom of Amberstone and a loyal servant to the king and his son, your highness." He bowed and looked up with soft, caring eyes. My eyes widened immediately when he pulled out a pistol. "Woah! Hold up! Jesus Christ, please don't shoot!" I cross my arms in front of my face, bracing myself. "Why would anyone shoot somebody with a dimension pistol?.." Jet looked at me like this was common knowledge that everyone should know and I felt quite dumb, as if I should have know this. Jet pointed the weapon at the floor, a swirling purple void opening up on the floor of my small studio apartment. I felt drawn to it; pulled towards it's light. It seemed to whisper to me, call to me, daring me to jump in. I was about to comply, about to fall right through when Beck's shout ripped my mind away. I stole a brief glance at the blonde boy I had come to adore, giving a soft breathless gasp as I slipped backwards and into the violet and lilac swirls of the void. Jet was there too, he looked like an expert with that determined look on his soft features. That was when I saw Beck, with his worried blue eyes, reaching out to me. I reached for his hand, finally relaxing as he pulled me into his arms. Everything sounded like static except the phrase that Beck whispered into my ear so very softly "I'll always be beside you, Quinn."