Forgotten

*******Chelsea's P.O.V.*******
"What a concidence." I said laughing a little bit.
"Did you just get here?" Harry asked taking a sip of his water.
"Yeah. How about you?"
"I've been here for 30 minutes."
"I'm gonna go on the treadmill if you want to join." I said.
"That's what I was just about to do actually." He said laughing. I laughed a little bit then turned around and went on the treadmill I was about to go on before somone almost gave me a heart attack. I set my treadmill then started running.
"So how long have you been working at that club?" Harry asked.
"About 2 months."
"Were you working before then?"
"Um, well apparently I was hit by a car and lost all of my memories. But I was living in England before then and was studying at the dance academy there.
"Oh so your a dancer?"
"I was, I have no idea how to do the stuff I used to be able to do. So what about you, got a job?"
"Yeah, I work at Olive Garden."
"Oh that one next to that Starbucks?"
"That's the one."
"Did you go to college?"
"No. Actually here's something funny, I got amnesia too, I was a singer before. But now when I sing I sound like a Cow giving birth."
"Hey, then we're more alike then we think!" I said trying to lift his spirits.
"So do you have a boyfriend?"
"Harry, I don't think of you in-"
"Chelsea, relax! I was just wondering!" Harry said cutting me off.
"Oh. Um, no I don't have a boyfriend. How about you, got a girlfriend?"
"Um, no."
"Oh." I said looking in the other direction and smiling like an idiot.

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