Stan, Remember Me...

By Heather Mar-Gerrison

Molly has had her memory erased and cannot remember Stan at all.
She is dating a new guy, but keeps dreaming about a beautiful guy with black eyes and she knows she's met him somewhere before.
Can she regain her memory and find Stan before it is too late and he is tracked down and eliminated along with the other hybrids?
She keeps remembering snippets of her life before the Prom but it is all mixed up. She starts to piece her memory back together when she finds a book, a locket and some files at her father's work which point to her being one of the hybrids that are being hunted and eliminated!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heather Mar-Gerrison
• Release date: Aug 2, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466031234

Heather Mar-Gerrison

I love to write M/M romance and as a sucker for a HEA, you're guaranteed one in my books. #happyheatherafters

Book preview

Part One

Molly

Chapter 1

I looked at the clock. 10:45am already. Goodness. Where had the morning gone? John would be here any minute. I suddenly thought it would probably be a good idea to get my teeth brushed and perhaps think about getting dressed.

Bang on the hour, the doorbell rang. I sighed. I knew I should be looking forward to seeing John, but since I’d slept – and experienced that dream – I really felt that any sort of reality was going to be a little on the dull side by comparison.

I got up and went to answer the door. John was stood there, looking really gorgeous. I mean, this guy was hot. His dark-blonde hair was all spiked on the top and although I had the sneaking suspicion it probably took him, like, forever to style it, it kind of looked as if he’d just got out of bed.

He was wearing cut-off jeans and a black tee shirt. He’d got a really good body – and he knew it too.

He was stood grinning at me, Hey, beautiful! he said.

I gave him a funny look, Beautiful? Who are you kidding? I scoffed, feeling embarrassed.

"You are." He said, regarding me with amusement.

As he spoke, somewhere in the back of my mind the words, but you are... echoed.

I shook my head wondering where I’d heard them. I closed my eyes and those black eyes from my dream flashed behind my eyelids. I held onto the door frame for a moment. What was happening to me?

John looked at me in concern and stepped forward. Hey, are you okay, Molly? You look a bit pasty.

I shook my head, N-no, I’m fine. I think maybe I just need a glass of water, or something.

I allowed John to steer me back into the kitchen and I sat down at the kitchen table while he searched through the cupboards looking for a glass. He put some water in front of me.

Here, Molly. Drink this. It’ll make you feel better. He watched me, still concerned as I picked up the glass obediently and took a swig. I felt a little better, but I was more than a little concerned myself.

Those eyes kept haunting me. Who the hell was he? I wouldn’t have been so bothered if it wasn’t for the tingling in my fingers every time I thought about him and the desire I felt for the mysterious young man that I didn’t even know.

Surely that wasn’t normal? Surely, I was supposed to be having those sorts of feelings for the boy I was kind of going out with – and what did I feel for him? Absolutely nothing if I was going to be completely honest, which did nothing but make me feel guilty...

Maybe I should confide in Amie about it. But would she understand? Would she have any idea who he the mystery dream-boy was? Could she perhaps give me some clue about the boy with the beautiful eyes who haunted my memories? She might know something and I figured it was worth a shot. I thought I’d better go and ask her later...

I looked up to John who was eyeing me with a worried expression. I smiled. All better now, I think! I said brightly.

He looked relieved that I wasn’t about to pass out on him. Great. Shall we go out somewhere? Or, would you rather stay in? His eyebrows were knitted together with concern.

My heart melted. What a nice guy. I shook my head, I think I’d rather go out than stay in – it’s not often we get such a nice day.

He brightened, Cool, he agreed, let’s go to the park then, we can walk round the lake and get a coffee or something.

I got to my feet and reached for my jacket that was hanging off the back of the chair, That sounds perfect. I grinned.

He took my hand. There was still no electrical sparks between us. Why I figured there should be I didn’t know – and the feeling of disappointment that I couldn’t feel it was a little bemusing. Still, it was nice to hold John’s hand and I felt perfectly comfortable with him.

Chapter 2

So, you’ve had your second date already! Amie was beaming at me as she held the front door open.

Uh, yeah, I guess. I smiled as I walked in, shrugging out of my jacket as I did so.

To be absolutely fair to John, for a second date, we’d had a great time. Thankfully, he hadn’t tried to kiss me again, for which I was very grateful.

I felt dreadful for feeling that way, but compared to the kisses in my dream with my mystery man, poor John fell so short of the mark, it was a little embarrassing for me even to think about it.

Amie’s smile faded a little at my obvious lack of enthusiasm, What’s up? she asked disappointedly, Don’t you want to go out with him?

I took a deep breath and tried my best to shake off my feelings of negativity, Yeah, of course I do. I insisted. But I was asking myself the same question. Did I? Really?

She smiled, looking relieved, Oh, well that’s good. Because Carl said he was really happy when you agreed to go out with him. He’s wanted to ask you out, like, forever!

My heart sank a little. That wasn’t really what I wanted to hear. How weird is that? I couldn’t help asking.

Why? Amie looked at me as if I was slightly unhinged. To be fair, I was beginning to think she wasn’t too far off the mark. You’re gorgeous Molly, particularly with that fantastic new colour on your hair. What made you choose brown, anyway? It really was a stroke of genius!

I touched my hair absently, and shrugged, I don’t know, I murmured, I can’t even remember buying it!

Amie laughed and nodded, "Yeah, I know how that feels. It’s really weird, isn’t it? I wonder when we’ll get our memories back."

I shrugged again. The sooner the better as far as I was concerned, then I decided I couldn’t wait any longer to ask her what was bothering me and what I’d come round for. Amie. Did I go out with anyone else before John?

Amie looked at me as if I was proper mad this time and I knew the answer before she even opened her mouth. Duh! It was a miracle that John wanted to go out with me, never mind attracting anyone else! She shook her head, No. Not as far as I know. You did have a terrible crush on someone that worked with your dad though.

I looked at her in shock, Really? This was news to me. I couldn’t remember that. How strange. It wasn’t like I couldn’t remember going to work with Dad. That was kind of par for the course in the holidays. I wondered if this might be my mystery man – but surely, I’d never kissed the guy. Did he know? The guy at my Dad’s work, I mean?

Amie wrinkled her forehead, trying to remember. I don’t think so, no, She said firmly and shook her head, As far as I remember, he was much older than us and had a steady girlfriend. She smacked her head with her hand, That’s right, she said, her eyes widening as she remembered something, "it was after you found that out, you agreed to go to prom with John."

Right, right, I nodded, trying to look as though this wasn’t all completely new to me. I couldn’t remember any of this so I had to take her word for it. But that had partially answered my question. It couldn’t have been him, then. That had obviously just been some silly crush.

Why? Amie could see I was more worried than I was letting on.

I shrugged. I couldn’t tell her – it was going to sound absolutely ridiculous… Oh, I don’t know. I keep dreaming about this gorgeous guy. I closed my eyes at the memory. I opened my eyes again and looked at her, "And I really mean gorgeous. He’s got the blackest eyes I’ve ever seen and when he kisses me..." I blushed. I was making it sound like he really existed.

Amie was intrigued, Black eyes? She looked a little confused for a moment, like it had struck a chord, but it was a fleeting moment and passed swiftly. She gave a little shrug, "Well maybe you do know him. What else can you remember about him?"

I threw my hands up in the air in frustration, Nothing! That’s the problem, I wailed, just the eyes – and the kissing!

Wow, he sounds totally dreamy, Amie’s eyes glazed over, and you’re definitely not confusing the kissing of this guy with kissing John?

I thought of the warm damp (repulsive) kiss of last night and I had to physically stop myself from shuddering. Um, no. Definitely not. I said, shaking my head firmly.

Amie leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head. She looked thoughtful, Well, whoever he is, he certainly sounds interesting. She looked at me. What are you going to do about John, though? I mean, if your mystery man comes back?

I sighed heavily, I don’t know. I still can’t believe that John is all that bothered about me. I picked at an imaginary thread on my jeans.

I can assure you, he is. Amie said firmly.

Oh dear, things could get unbearably complicated...

Chapter 3

Since neither of us had been lucky (or unlucky – depending on your perspective) enough to get summer jobs, Amie and I had spent the first part of the holidays going shopping, hanging around at each other’s houses and hanging out at the coffee shop in the village.

I was beginning to relax. So what if I kept dreaming about my mystery guy? I enjoyed the dreams. I wasn’t hurting anyone. I may be going slowly mad and living in a fantasy world, but hey, it was far better than my usual reality, so I wasn’t complaining!

Amie was stopping over at my house as our exam results were due out the following morning and we were going to go together to collect them from school.

Even though I was fairly confident that I would have achieved good results, I was still a little nervous. We baked cookies and ate them in my room. All the time Amie was going on and on about Carl. It would be fair to say that she had it really bad! Oh, Molly, she sighed, lying back on the pull-out bed that she always used when she stayed over, a big sappy grin on her face, I think I’m in love with him!

Well, that’s great, I said enthusiastically, I’m really pleased for you. I beamed at her.

She rolled onto her front and leaned her chin on her folded arms, Do you think you’re in love with John – even just a little bit? She asked excitedly.

Now, I knew the answer she was looking for – that would be a ‘yes’ – but I couldn’t lie to her. It just wasn’t me. I shook my head, Um, no. I said. Her face fell. I do really like him, I said hurriedly trying not to disappoint her too much, but it’s just not like that between us. Not for me, at least.

"Oh, that is a shame." Amie sat back up and started picking through my CD collection to find something decent to play.

I nodded and gave a little shrug, Yeah, I know. But I can’t help it if I don’t feel it.

Amie glanced at me, a wry smile on her face, Still thinking about that guy with the dark eyes, huh?

I blushed. She knew me too well.

She sighed, I sure hope ‘ole black eyes’ turns out to be real.

Oh God, me too, I breathed, then grinning, I added, If he isn’t, you’ll have to cart me off to the loony bin!

We laughed and headed downstairs for something else to eat.

Dad had just got home and he was in the kitchen, Hey guys, having fun? He turned and smiled broadly at us both.

Sure, I grinned at him, We’ve just come down for more goodies!

Dad laughed, Well, enjoy yourselves. I’m pretty pooped, so I’ll say goodnight now.

Night Dad, see you tomorrow. He headed into his study. I knew that he wouldn’t come out of there until at least after midnight, no matter how pooped he claimed to be.

We found the biscuit tin and raided it mercilessly. I grabbed a couple of bananas, too and then we hit the fridge. Armed with split-pot yoghurts, a punnet of plums and a slab of chocolate, we decided we had probably got enough to keep us going – for a while, at least.

As it happened, we didn’t manage to finish it all and went to bed feeling slightly hyper. Not to mention slightly sick...

Amie was asleep long before me. I wanted to try to stay awake just in case he came. I was absolutely convinced my dreams weren’t just dreams. I was sure he was actually kissing me... I must have drifted off, though, because the next thing I knew, I was waking up to the blinding light of the sun streaming through the windows. I could have sworn I’d closed the curtains the night before. Oh, well. I guess I couldn’t have done.

I looked across the room. Amie was flat on her back, mouth open, snoring slightly. Part of me wanted to record her on my mobile, but I wasn’t that cruel... or was I? I grinned to myself and reached for my mobile.

I was about to start recording when something else caught my eye. The chocolate bar we’d brought up last night (which was pretty darn big) had disappeared. The wrapper was there but the whole slab was gone...

My heartbeat quickened. Could he really have been here? Well, someone had taken the chocolate! What a cheek! I thought, smiling.

Obviously, my mystery man had a sweet tooth – how cute! I jumped as Amie’s voice cut through my reverie. "Are we