Impractical Jokers Requests Book Two

Mysterious Girl - Part One

An alternative meeting chapter for Amnesia because I've never been thrilled with the original.

Third Person POV

"Why the hell did you bring me here, Sal?" Brian huffed, kicking his feet through the sand that smothered the beach front, as the dust beneath him settled. "You know I hate the beach."

He grimaced, his gaze fixated on the ground below him. "I feel like I have sand in every crevice of my body!"

"Will you quit it?" Sal sighed heavily. "I brought you here because..."

Sal hesitated, taking a shaken breath. "Well, I don't know why I brought you here specifically, but...but I knew that you were going stir crazy in that house of yours."

Brian raised his head, staring at his best friend dead in the eye, as his brows furrowed in perplexity. He shook his head, cursing under his breath, as Sal watched over the man, knowing that something was wrong.

Normally, the two would see a lot of each other, but up until a few weeks back, Brian had been cancelling their plans last minute; he wasn't turning up for rehearsals for their upcoming tour and rarely answered his phone – the only exception being if he felt it was urgent.

"I'm fine." Brian insisted, although the slight crack in his voice convinced Sal otherwise.

His hands were stuffed deeply inside the pockets of his khaki shorts, as they both continued along the water's edge; with the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore coming between them. It wasn't until Sal felt as though he should say something that the deadly silence between the two friends was broken.

"You're not fine." He pressed, receiving a glower from the man. "Brian, you haven't been right for weeks, and you are terrible at hiding your foul mood with me."

Sal shrugged his shoulders in defeat. "I know you like the back of my hand, Brian. You can't hide it any longer...you need to tell me what's wrong."

Listening to his friend's words, Brian knew that Sal was right. He wasn't okay, he wasn't happy...he wasn't himself. He had changed drastically in the recent months and Brian knew the reason why.

Her.

Brian came to a stop, with Sal soon realising his friend's absence by his side, as he turned back to him, studying the anguished look upon his features. Looking out over the sea, Brian took a moment to think things over; he was aware that now was a better time than any to finally open up.

"She left me." Brian commented, removing a hand from his pocket and sweeping his hair back out of his face.

"I, er...I know that."

"You don't know how she did it though." Brian continued, turning to look at Sal, as he shot his friend a supportive smile, ushering for him to continue with his story. "She...just left...without a single reason. I had no idea if she was ever going to return home. Hours turned into days, which soon became weeks."

Brian drop his weight down onto the sand, as his feet buried beneath the surface. He leant back on his hands, just taking in the horizon ahead of him. Sal followed suit, sitting to his friend's side, waiting for Brian to explain further.

"Is that why you shut us out?" Sal asked, seeing Brian nod his head sheepishly in response.

"I feared that I'd miss her return if I left the house."

"Why...why didn't you tell me?" Sal questioned softly, as Brian moved his gaze onto the man, unsure of how to respond.

"I...I-I really don't know why," Brian answered. "I just thought that you'd think of me as crazy and that I was wasting my time waiting for Sarah to return home."