Shake It Up Remember Me Novels & Stories

I smiled to myself, shaking my head, and then noticed her phone lying on the table. "Ugh, this girl," I muttered, picking it up. Just as I stood, I remembered something else. "Oh! I forgot to remind her to come home with me in the evening." Without thinking, I grabbed my strawberry smoothie and hurried after her, weaving through the hallway toward Tower One, hoping I could catch her before she disappeared again.

"If I don't think about the count I'll miss it." "You're missing it because you're thinking about it," Ava said, with the patience of someone who had identified a problem and was waiting for the other person to arrive at the same place. "The count is in your body already. You've run this sequence forty times. Stop counting and let your body remember." "What if it doesn't?" "It will." "How do you know?"

And now I really broke my promise to you, My Shasha, that I will not leave her. And why did she forget me? I really miss My Shasha, she quickly forgot me. Yes, we met when we were young but the only part that hurts is that she can't remember me. I smiled bitterly because the things I destroyed in the past came back, my past I want to forget but how can I forget if she was there in my past?

And yet, he still— I shook my head, drowning the thought with another sip of wine. I didn’t want to think about it. I just wanted to drink and forget tomorrow. Just like I did every year on this day. Like a ritual. The wine glass trembled slightly in my grip, but I forced my fingers to tighten around it, swallowing the sudden lump in my throat. I wouldn’t break. Not tonight. Not ever. But as I stared into the glass, watching the deep red swirl under the dim lights, I felt it—the weight of tomorrow pressing down on me like a ghost I couldn’t escape.

Not because Drake is with me but because… if feel like something is not right… “What was that?” “Are you going to follow me or-“ There are words whispering in my ears as if so many people are talking to me. And one by one, fragments of memories are flashing on my mind. Glimpse by glimpse… ‘Remember’ ‘Kianna, you must remember…’ “Wait… what is this…” Tack Tack Tack “Is that water?” Holding my head, I feel dizzy, somehow, I could see my friends… their end… no…

"Well, wrong move, Beamon. There's no antidote. Swan created that memory loss pill, and she'll completely forget you. She's never getting back with you!" Beamon's eyes widened in shock. "No! That's impossible!" he bellowed in disbelief. But Anja responded with a smug smile. "I'm not lying. Swan has already forgotten you."

he added. Shit!

And you, you’re just a memory. I raise my glass, triumphant. The game is just beginning.

"I'm sure it'll be perfect." "So is this the moment that I find out you have no memory of last night?" He asked, taking a seat beside me on the pull-out mattress. "It's Kyle, right?" I asked, the hint of a smile on my face blowing my cover. "Just joking, I wasn't that drunk." "Ha," he laughed. "You weren't far off it though." "I could never forget a handsome man like yourself, Nate," I smiled. "But I can't say I remember much else."

"I need to know. I need you to tell me the truth." Had they? She didn't know. She couldn't remember. Three weeks of her life were just... gone. But that memory fragment... That feeling... "I don't think so," she said slowly. Honestly. "I would remember meeting you. Wouldn't I?" Something flickered in Eric's eyes. Disappointment? Relief? She couldn't tell. His arms loosened, and suddenly the spell broke. Camila scrambled off his lap, her cheeks burning. Her legs felt shaky. Everything felt shaky.