Whatsername?
This is a oneshot...I think. Or a drabble, or a ficlit, or something...
I thought it out yesterday, wrote it today.
It's based on two things:
The song "Whatsername" by Green Day
and
TheUnderbellyRP (Livejournal)
So credit those two things.
Whatsername?
J was walking along the streets, feeling rather bored. When a pretty girl walked past, he would turn his head and whistle. During one of these situations he ended up running into someone.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry," said a girl's voice, "I wasn't watching where I was go--- J?!" She threw her arms around his neck, and hugged him.
He pushed the girl off of him, and looked at her for a moment, "Who the fuck are you?"
A look of hurt, and sadness clouded the girl's eyes, "You... don't... remember me?"
J shook his head, "Nope."
"I can't believe you Jonathan!", she cried, "How could you not remember me?"
"Jonathan? How do you know my name? Who the fuck are you?", J demanded, getting angry.
~*~
J woke in a cold sweat. He sat up and looked around the dark warehouse. Though it was only about 3 or 4 am, he knew he wouldn't get back to sleep.
Who was that girl? Why did I have that dream? Why does she seem so familiar?, he asked himself. He knew he'd probably never remember her name, actually, now that he thought about it, he didn't really remember the names of any of the girls he'd been with...
He lay back down, still thinking, Who was that girl? Did he really know her? She had to be important to him, to have known his real name... He sighed, and rolled over onto his side. The warehouse was near-completely silent.
Who was she? This girl. This... Whatsername...?
(c) Me
Word Count: 267
I thought it out yesterday, wrote it today.
It's based on two things:
The song "Whatsername" by Green Day
and
TheUnderbellyRP (Livejournal)
So credit those two things.
Whatsername?
J was walking along the streets, feeling rather bored. When a pretty girl walked past, he would turn his head and whistle. During one of these situations he ended up running into someone.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry," said a girl's voice, "I wasn't watching where I was go--- J?!" She threw her arms around his neck, and hugged him.
He pushed the girl off of him, and looked at her for a moment, "Who the fuck are you?"
A look of hurt, and sadness clouded the girl's eyes, "You... don't... remember me?"
J shook his head, "Nope."
"I can't believe you Jonathan!", she cried, "How could you not remember me?"
"Jonathan? How do you know my name? Who the fuck are you?", J demanded, getting angry.
~*~
J woke in a cold sweat. He sat up and looked around the dark warehouse. Though it was only about 3 or 4 am, he knew he wouldn't get back to sleep.
Who was that girl? Why did I have that dream? Why does she seem so familiar?, he asked himself. He knew he'd probably never remember her name, actually, now that he thought about it, he didn't really remember the names of any of the girls he'd been with...
He lay back down, still thinking, Who was that girl? Did he really know her? She had to be important to him, to have known his real name... He sighed, and rolled over onto his side. The warehouse was near-completely silent.
Who was she? This girl. This... Whatsername...?
(c) Me
Word Count: 267