The doorbell rang.
I stared in the direction the door was in from my seat at the kitchen table, twiddling my thumbs in my lap nervously.
"Do you want me to get that?" Zayn asked.
"No, no. You should hide, though. Dusty might freak out," I said, standing up. I adjusted my red flannel shirt and walked slowly to the door and unlocked it, opening it slowly. I turned around to see Zayn wink at me from behind a corner up the stairs, then disappear.
"EVAN!" a blonde-haired girl screamed at me, catapulting into my house. I dodged her hug and she fell to the ground, laughing. "Tuck and roll! Tuck and roll!"
The other strangers followed her less enthusiastically, kind of shuffling inside.

"Oh, you look so nice, dear!" Mum said, pulling out her camera and taking pictures of Veronica and me.
"Mom! I complained, tugging at the skirt Veronica had forced me to wear. "It's just a dance!"
"Your first dance! Now hush up and let me take pictures!"
The doorbell rang and my mum went to answer it. When she was out of sight, I hid her camera and grabbed a few frosted donuts before going to the door.
"Harry! You look so nice!" my mum was saying.
"Thank you, Mrs. White," he said, shuffling around her. I tossed him a donut. "Mmm! Sprinkles!"
"Om nom nom!" I said with my mouth full of donut, grinning.
"Om nom nom!" he replied, grinning back.
"Bye, mum!" I shouted, walking out the door, followed by Harry and Veronica.
"Bye! Be careful!"

"Evan? Evan?" a sandy-haired boy said, waving a hand in my face. "Helloooo?Earth to Evangeline!"
"Sorry," I said, shaking my head. What had just happened? "Um, so.... here's the thing," I said, readying myself to retell the story of losing my memory. Or, what I knew of it, at least.

Notes

That's it.