Chapter 21 Mr. Bean

"Charlie-" "Shh." I snapped my mouth shut and let him push me silently. He's currently driving the wheel chair I'm in. Yes, I'm that immature that I call it 'driving'. I stared ahead and pointed at my bedroom's door. "Just go right the-" "Shhhhh..." He hissed as we entered my room. "Hold on, I'll carry you." "Where's mom?" I whispered, "Is she here?" "No, she's not." He whispered back, doing something with the wheel chair and eventually we came to a full stop. It's not that I'm still living with my parents' house, actually, I have my own small apartment. But my mom insisted for me to stay here so that she could help me, and I told her that I'd leave as soon as possible. "Oh.." I stood up and limped towards my bed. "Hey, hey, hey." He whispered, "I told you that I will carry you." "And I've told you that I'm not disabled." I whispered, frowning silently. "Plus, why are we whispering?" "I don't know." He whispered back, sitting on my bed. "You started it." I shook my head and whispered, "No, I didn't-" "Yes, you did." Yes, I think I did. "Can we please stop whispering please?" I asked, this time with my normal voice. "Sure." He laughed. "Charlie," I started, "I wanna watch the T.V." "No netflix?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "No netflix." I nodded. He shrugged and walked towards my unused television. It would be a miracle if it still works. He turned it on and asked, "What channel?" Blinking, I brushed off the shock off me and cleared my throat. "Disney channel please." He smirked, "Vanch, you only lost your memory for 4 months, not 20 years." I rolled my eyes. "I.Want.Disney." "Alright." He chuckled before changing the channel. "There." He muttered, walking back beside me. "Oooh, are those new shows?" I asked, silently cringing. "I think so..." He nodded. "Damn. I've got to admit, Hannah Montana was good..." "Sure..." He laughed, "No comment." "Puh-lease, you loved Kick Bottowski." "He's awesome." "I know." I chuckled, "I KNOW!" "Oh look! It's Mr. Bean!" I gasped, "They're still showing it?" "I think so..." He laughed. "Tan tan dadadat tan tadatdat tadan tan tadadan tan tadan." I sang with the theme song and did a little dance. "Tan tan dadadat tsn tadadat tadadadat tatatat tantatan!" "Look! It's the flashlight scene!" I gasped as I clapped my hands like a little girl. We were silently watching the show until Mr. Bean said, "I'm Mr Bean." Mr. Bean. Bean. Dean. "Hey Charlie." I faced him, "Who's Dean?" His eyes widened and something flashed in his eyes. "Dean...?" "Dean- something..." I trailed off, "I really don't know." He chuckled, but his tone says that something's off. "There's a lot of Dean in this world, Vanch." "But you know a Dean?" I asked, taking my pillow he was holding and shoved it under my shirt in front of me. "Yes..." He scrunched his eyes as he stared at the pillow I took. I asked, "What?" Smiling, he shook his head and grabbed a pillow beside me. "You're still doing that." "Old habits die hard." I shrugged, "Plus-" I was cut off when my phone rang. I grabbed it from my left pocket and smiled when I saw who it is.  Beth.