Gemme: HolesMature

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"I feel like I'm being interrogated - why so many questions?"

"I'm surprised you don't remember, you played me kryptonite by 3 doors down, I sung you be like that..."

"I've never heard of 3 doors down, I told you."

"But I sung you that song... you told me I had a great voice... you played along..."

"How could I have played something I've never heard of?"

"I don't know, but you did..." I played the image for him.

He shrugged. "There are plenty of songs that have those chords in that order; I was probably making it up. There are loads of blank bits in the last few years of my life; it's probably just the drugs."

"But... I would never normally sing for someone and you... you..."

"You don't remember anything?"

"I remember you singing, sure. I just don't remember the song. Sorry."

"No, it's fine."

"Not really, if I've fucked up my head enough to not remember something that I clearly should be remembering..."

"It's fine!" I snapped.


"Never mind," he muttered, stamping on the accelerator. I whimpered, returning my head back to my knees.

"Where's the next gas station?"

"I don't know."

"Ah." he muttered. "I don't claim to know much about cars, but I do know that this needle should be pointing at the top of the line. Not the bottom."

"Can't you just use your telekinesis?"

"To make a whole car move? We might as well walk. A car needs gas."

"I don't know where it is."

"No idea how far the next town is?"


"Okay..." he muttered looking around and then back at the fuel gauge.”I’d say we have another... fifty miles. Think that'll be enough?"


He shrugged and smiled, "We'll find out soon enough."

"Yeah,” he fell silent and I began to sing/ mumble. He shot me a weird look before he looked back at the road. "If anything else seems like a hole, tell me. I mean, in your mind."

He looked at me questioningly. "I didn't exactly go into drugs expecting my mind to be intact four years down the line, Gemme. It's kinda normal that there are bits missing... isn't it?"

"Depends what types of drugs you use."

"Pretty much everything goes."

"Then yeah..." He let go of the steering wheel for a moment to reach for his cigarettes. "Ahh!" I screamed for a moment, forgetting about his power.

He leant around the back of his seat, curing himself for putting them in his bag and not his pocket. When he finally came back up, he had the cigarette between his lips, the lighter in one hand and his other returned to the steering wheel as he muttered a brief apology for letting go of it.

I shook my head, "Umm, the petrol station's here." I pointed out.

"So it is," he smiled and pulled in, ignoring all the no smoking signs around as he got out of the car.

"Umm Luca, petrol, flammable..?"

He looked at me as he put the pump nozzle into the car and shrugged. "I'm hardly gonna drop my cigarette in a huge puddle of gas, am I?"

"Hmm, what town we in... I think I may walk..."

"I dunno. I'd say look around, but I'm not intending to pay for this gas."

"Ugh, fine. Here," I mumbled, handing him money. "I'm now going to walk. I'll see you at the beach." He took the money and gave me a questioning glance before walking into the shop to pay. I sighed, setting off down the road; hopefully I should be able to pick up directions from people as I go. I heard the growl of the BMW engine from here as Luca got back in and revved it up, before setting off. He caught up with me quickly and then slowed to walking pace, looking up at me out of the window. I carried on walking, damn it; this is the worse idea I have ever had.

"Why are you walking, Gemme? It's going to take you another three hours walking."

"Oh well, at least I'll catch the sunset."

"The sunset at the beach is better. I'm not gonna just drive off and leave you, I'm not that heartless." I looked at him for a moment, before gazing back at the path ahead of me.

"Well, do you not believe me?"

"No, I don't believe you." He was silent, and his expression became hurt. "I can make you drive off, Luca."

"But then that wouldn't be my choice to leave you behind, would it? Why are you so insistent I go?"

"Because I don't want to make you worse."

"How are you making me feeling worse? Gemme, for the first time in fuck knows how long, I'm actually starting to feel good!"

"Yeah, you're right."

"Do you wanna explain this to me? How you're supposedly making me worse when I'm feeling better?"

I sighed, "It doesn't matter." I broke into a brief sprint, just to burn up his fuel more, not that if he got out of the car he couldn't catch me anyway. It didn't seem to bother him; however, he just stayed with me.

"Luca, Love...." I sighed, and carried on running. He let go of the steering wheel and the pedals, pulling his feet up on the chair as he turned to face me, hugging his knees to his chest. I could feel my legs beginning to ache but I kept going, I had to keep going... the feel of running it was... good. Although I knew I wasn't actually getting anywhere.

"Let me know when you get bored of running," he muttered, lighting up another cigarette.

"Never." I mumbled. He was silent."Crap..." I murmured as my legs began to seriously burn. Still, he said nothing and I stopped; asking for directions from someone before I finally continued running, I dunno why I didn't use the alleys and such... I just couldn't tear myself away.

"Why are you asking other people for directions when I'm here?" he asked, flicking the cigarette butt out the window behind me.

"I don't even need to ask them, I just needed an excuse to stop."

"Getting tired, are we?" he asked lightly.

"I got tired god knows how long ago."

"Want me to help you with that, or are you gonna reject that, just like you're rejecting the offer of a car ride?"

"I'm fine." I huffed and puffed.

"Sure. You look it, too."

"Shut up." He shut up, wow, it actually worked. That line actually works.

I stopped, collapsing onto the floor, my legs were killing me, they were burning and I was out of breath and my lungs were just like eugh. I needed a rest. The car stopped and the passenger door opened just in front of me. Luca knelt across the seats and stuck out a hand to help me up. I shook my head. "No, I'm good." Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. I could feel him losing his temper finally as I ignored him. He reached out further and grabbed whatever was closest to him to pull me up; which happened to be the back of my shirt. "OW!" I growled, finding him just constricting my breathing further. "Let go!" He tugged me up into the car, ignoring me yelling at him.

"Ow you son of a @!*$!" I growled, turning to him, my eyes fierce.

"Calling me a son of a bitch is hardly gonna insult me, Gemme," he muttered, pushing healing energy into me, giving me my breath back, "because you'd only be telling the truth."

"No, stop it, stop healing me!" He stopped healing me and began to start driving!"Stop driving, let me go!"


"Because I'll only cause more holes in your memory."

"How would you cause more holes in my memory? We were only going to the beach and..." he slammed on the brakes irritably.

 "Yeah, I'm sick of going in circles, re-living the same moments like some cliché of a film. So I'll tell you once more."

"The 'holes in my memory' are there because I take drugs!" he shouted, "not because of you, so I don't understand why you're being so weird!”

 "Let me guess, no idea about Emily, the girlfriend you killed because she was cheating on you. Then, I wiped them because you want me to because you found it hard to say I love you to me. Now you are losing more memories and I don't know why and I don't want to damage you."

He closed his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, trying to keep his tone even."

 "Of course you wouldn't, I wiped your memory."

"Why does it matter if I don't remember every detail of my life anyways? I’ve been happy for the first time in years the last couple of days and now we're in the middle of a highway arguing about it!”

 "Because I don't want to cause more holes by me being here."

He looked like he was struggling to accept what I was saying. "This is crazy," he muttered under his breath. "Okay, well... even if what you say about wiping my memories is true, how do you know that it's because you're near me that's causing me to lose more?"

"I don't, I don't know what's causing it and I'm worried."

He thought quietly for a moment. "If I wanted a chunk of my memory erased..." he said after a while, "like a big chunk. I mean, it sounds like a big chunk - cheating girlfriend that I didn't even know I had... surely there would be things in that big chunk that were in other parts of my life, right? Like songs, you were asking me about songs earlier. If I'd learnt a song in that 'chunk', then it'd go, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, I'm not that good."

"You're better than you think you are at other things, too, though. So why not this?"

"Because falling out trees screws you up!" I laughed, trying desperately to change the subject. He was silent and it made me feel like an idiot. "Ugh." I hit my head on the dashboard. "I don't know, I only destroyed the memories you threw at me, it was possible that if you accidently thought of something else, I may have wiped that too."

"Then it's my fault, not yours, isn't it?"

"No, you see, I didn't concentrate hard enough, I didn't read the memories, then I got weak and I didn't want to wipe away half the memory, sorry."

"It's fine, really. I'm alright when we're not arguing about whether I can remember something or not. I was quite happy blaming it on the drugs..."

"I wasn't. I knew the truth, you didn't and it tore me up that I did that to you."

"I'm sorry I made you do it to me," he murmured.

"You didn't make me." He waved his hand dismissively and pushed down on the accelerator lightly, moving the car off the main road as people tried to get past us.

"Luca, don't blame yourself."

"I'm not. I'm usually the one at fault, and it doesn't sound like this is an exception, but I'm not."

"Good, because I haven't been to the beach in years." He smiled weakly.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too," he muttered, driving back onto the road slowly. I smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek slightly. He turned his head so that our lips met instead. I met his eyes and mine smiled as I deepened the kiss slightly. His dark orbs smiled back at me, until he reluctantly broke the kiss, returning his attention to the road for a moment.

"Yeah, as much as I want you, I also don't want to die again."

He nodded. "I'm not much in the mood to crash a car, either. It's not so hard to get out when you're a scrawny little shit like I was when I was ten, but I think I’d get a bit stuck, these days," he laughed slightly.

"Yeah, then no sex on the beach." I giggled, teasingly.

He laughed again. "Damn," he winked.

"Yeah, I wasn't actually promising anything by the way." I smiled weakly.

"I know."

"Ever started rolling around in the sand? Not fun." I giggled.

"Well, I have a towel."


He laughed, "I'm joking. I just wanna relax now, to be honest."

"Well, just pull over a minute." He pulled over and I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him hotly."Sorry, that couldn't wait."

He smiled and kissed back with equal passion. "I don't mind," he smiled I kissed him once more, allowing my eyes to meet his before I closed them again, and then allowed myself to get lost in the moment. He pulled me close as we kissed his arms firm around me. I moved my arms to around his neck, glad for the slight pause in our journey. "I'm glad we always manage to make up quickly," he muttered as he broke the kiss, smiling, "dunno what I'd do if we fell out properly," he grimaced at the idea of being away from me for too long.

"Me either, I'd die... metaphorically speaking." I opened my eyes, my lips still tingling slightly. Wow.

He nodded, silently agreeing. "C'mon. I said we'd be on the beach in less than two hours and it's been way longer than that," he laughed slightly.

"No thanks to me."

"Doesn't matter," he shrugged, moving the car forward again, the scenery passing us by in a blur.

I leant onto his arm, "I can't wait." He smiled quietly, turning his head to kiss me all too briefly.

"Oh! I know this place, we're nearly there. Take a left here!"

“I know, I know,” he smiled.

“How do you know?”

"I’ve been here before too, y'know."

"Cool, but still. Yay!" I smiled. He grinned, not slowing down as he drove through the town.

"Yippee!" I exclaimed, “Sorry, I sound like a kid.”

"It's alright, I don't mind," he smiled again, finally screeching to a stop in the car park near the beach.

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