Remember, Remember

Jessie furrowed her brows together in confusion as she listened. Shrugging slightly, she turned her attention back ahead to the teacher. She wasn't looking forward to going to her locker to talk to him at lunch, immediately assuming that it would be the most awkward thing ever.

Sighing softly, she propped her elbow on the desk and leaned her cheek into the palm of her head, zoning out while she listened to the teacher. She wanted to go home. She didn't want to be here with a best friend who didn't even remember her. She didn't want to be here with a monotonous, droning teacher.

She wanted to be home, where she could just forget the day. Maybe she could even just pretend the day never happened. Knowing that was impossible, though, she bit down on her lower lip, ready to just get out of the class.

Surviving this class would be a good start in trying to forget everything else.

12:30 PM

Bobby was looking down at his watch and then looked down the hallway. Lunch had already started ten minutes ago and Jessie was no where in sight. In fact, he barely saw her that day so far. Once first period ended that morning, she was the first one out of the classroom and during break she headed the other way when she saw him.

He waited another ten minutes and had decided to just give up. Then he felt even more stupid for thinking she'd actually want to see him. Besides, she already knew this place, so she was probably with her old friends to catch up. They most likely actually remembered her, unlike himself. He leaned against her locker and slid down to the floor.

Sitting there was all he wanted to do because he definitely wasn't hungry.

Jessie peered around the corner, frowning a bit to herself. He was still there? Biting down on her lower lip, she gave a sigh before leaning back against the wall and looking up at the ceiling. Wouldn't he just give up and leave? She didn't even expect him to show up at all.

Sighing again, she pushed off the wall and made her way down the hall, away from the sight. She stopped after a few steps and glanced over her shoulder, back to the corner. Shaking her head, she ran a hand through her hair. Why was it that she even felt the least bit of remorse at just leaving him there?

He had forgotten her, after all. Shouldn't she just not care at all? That's what she wanted, at least. But, she couldn't help but to feel bad about it. Despite him forgetting her, he had still once been her best friend and she couldn't simply ignore that fact. Sighing, she turned on her heel and made her way back.

I'm going to regret this, she told herself before she rounded the corner and made her way to her locker, stopping in front of him.

"Any normal person would have left already," she told him, looking down at his sitting figure.

Bobby looked up at her when he heard her voice. He couldn't believe she actually came. But here she was, right in front of him as he sat on the dirty floor of the hallway. He was at first glad to see her again, but then remembered why they were there in the first place. There were so many questions that needed answers.

He lifted himself off the floor and shrugged. "I'm not normal."

Jessie bit back a retort - something that would have been somewhere along the lines of Normal people wouldn't forget their best friends - to his words before shrugging slightly. She moved to lean back against the lockers across from hers, arching an eyebrow.

"Obviously," was her simple reply. There wasn't much else for her to say to it. She felt awkward standing there and simply looked down at her feet, kicking her heels together, wishing it would do the same thing that it did for Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz and take her home. Unfortunately, even she knew that was impossible.

She only replied with one word, but he could tell by the tone of her voice that she had so much more to say. Bobby scratched his head and took a deep breath.

"I don't know why I forgot you. I'm trying so hard to remember you because by the way you were looking at me this morning, I know you're not crazy. I know you're telling the truth and the only crazy person right now is me. It kills me to know I can't remember and I wish I could because your best friend would've been happy to see you again. But me? All I can do is say that I'm sorry."

Jessie didn't say anything to him. She just looked at him

"Maybe I shouldn't have asked you to come here," he turned his back to her. "I'm the worst friend ever."

Of course she didn't want to talk to him. That apology meant nothing. It would've been better if she just slapped him in the face.

Jessie blinked after hearing his words. Sighing softly, she ran a hand through her hair before biting down on her lower lip. After a moment, she moved closer and flicked the back of his head.

"The worst friend ever would have called me crazy," she pointed out before crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn't quite sure what else she could tell him, but she couldn't help but to feel a bit bad for making him wait so long when he really didn't have to.

"Look, let's just forget about this morning, alright?" She bit down on her lower lip again, unsure of what she could really do. "And, it's been a few years, anyways, so I can't exactly be too angry that you forgot me."

"Yeah, but you remember me," he replied. "If you remember me, I should be able to remember you."

There had to be a way to get him to remember. He must have pictures of the two together somewhere in his house. Jessie had to have pictures of them at her house, too, right?

Bobby wanted to be her friend and make her feel better. There was something about her that made him drawn to her in the first place. That's why he approached her that morning.

Was there a part of him that still remembered her or was it because he didn't like disappointing people? It could even be both.

"Maybe there's still a chance for me to remember," he gave her a small smile. "It doesn't hurt to try."

Jessie arched an eyebrow to his words, tilting her head to the side slightly in confusion. A chance for him to remember? She wasn't too sure about it. Of course, by this point, she wasn't too sure about anything. She didn't want to seem pessimistic, though, so she offered a small smile before she nodded.

"I guess," she said, "What do you suppose we try? I've got tons of pictures in a photo album at my house. I could bring it tomorrow if you want."

Silently, she wondered if that was even the least bit creepy. She quickly shook her head to get rid of that thought. Biting down on her lower lip, she tried to remember anything else that might help jog his memory.

"Oh! Does your mom still have all those videos of your birthday parties when we were younger?" She knew she was in those, because she had even dunked Bobby's face into his cake one year and his mom had videoed it - after all, his mom had been the one who told her to do it. She couldn't help but to smile at the memory.

"You know what?" he said. "There's a pretty good chance that she does. I haven't seen those videos in a while, but knowing her, she's gotta have them."

His mom was always a good keeper of memories. She wouldn't dare misplace the photo albums and tapes. Once he'd get a look at those videos, he'd see Jessie in them and he'd be able to remember for sure.

Bobby still made an effort to think of memories of him and Jessie. So far nothing came to him, but he wasn't going to give up right away.

"And you said something about a photo album?" he asked. "I'll look at those, too. We don't even have to wait until tomorrow. We could look at them today."

He was so determined, he was even creeping himself out. Yeah, I'm the crazy person here.

Jessie couldn't help but to grin at the news, silently hoping that his mom had kept everything. Hopefully, it would make everything easier. She could only hope, of course. Nodding slightly, she let out a soft sigh of relief.

"Alright," she mused quietly, glancing around the hallway, "Lunch will end soon, you know."

She hadn't even eaten yet, but she didn't really care. Lunch wasn't nearly as important to her as getting her best friend back was.

"Are you sure you want to look at them today?" She wasn't too sure about it. Her parents hadn't even given her enough time to unpack yet, so she knew it would probably take her a few minutes to find the right box and pull the photo album out.

Of course, if that was what he wanted, who was she to decline the suggestion?

"I'm sure," he nodded. "Whatever it takes."

Suddenly, the bell rang and lunch had ended. While people had started entering the hallways to head to their next class, Bobby stood there with Jessie and he looked at her for a few minutes.

He was about to lift his arms to give her a hug, but he stopped himself and kept his arms down. He wasn't so sure if she'd be comfortable with him doing that because he was kind of a stranger to her right now. There was an awkward silence and he stepped back.

"Uh, we should get to class," he cleared his throat. "I don't wanna make you late on your first day and I don't think it'd be good for me to be late again."

He turned around and began making his way to class, but stopped again to face Jessie one more time.

Bobby smiled at her again. "See you after school?"

Jessie watched as a few people passed by, letting her eyes trail after them before she turned her attention to him. Smiling slightly, she offered a hesitant nod.

"Yeah," she muttered before turning on her heel, heading in the other direction. Waving over her shoulder, she added, "See you then."

She was soon out of sight and sighed quietly, feeling awkward now. That wasn't too surprising, though, since it was her first day at the school. Silently, she hoped that she didn't end up making any enemies. She didn't want even more drama.

Making her way to her class, she walked in and sat down, silently glad that she hadn't gotten lost as of yet. That would be something that she would just feel miserable about, especially since she didn't like asking for help. She never had.

Bobby tossed his backpack on his desk when he came into the classroom. The day had seemed to go by slow because of his encounter with Jessie, but it was going to be over soon.

He sat down and looked out the window, hoping that his attention away from the clock would make time speed up. That was ridiculous, however, because the second bell hadn't even rung yet.

School had to end now. It also didn't help that the day was still Monday and there were four days left of the week. Whatever, he was going to meet up with Jessie, so things weren't all bad. Though they weren't really "bad" to begin with, just...surprising.

Who would have thought this would happen? He was expecting a normal October morning and then she came to the school and told him he was her best friend. Guess his wish for something interesting to happen came true.

His thoughts were interrupted by the second bell and class had begun. He got out his notebook and a pencil, getting ready for whatever the teacher had prepared for the class that day.

Jessie kicked her legs back and forth, glancing around the room. Once her teacher began the lesson, she mentally groaned, noticing how boring it was. If teachers would actually come up with interesting ways to teach things, it would make everything better, in her opinion.

A sigh left her lips - which, she noticed, she had been sighing a lot today. She shook that thought from her head and let herself listen to the teacher, though she wasn't really paying attention at all.

She was just waiting for the day to end. The longer the teacher talked, the longer the class dragged on. Silently, she wondered if the teacher had a life outside of school. She was always questioning this type of thing.

Of course, she was always questioning most things. It was just natural for her. She was a curious person who yearned to know anything interesting. She avoided gossip, however, because gossip was usually just lies anyways.

[OOC: Ugh, sorry it's so lame.]

The class was taking notes and Bobby's eyes were glued to his notebook. Only problem was that he found himself drawing in it instead of writing actual words.

He used to sketch all the time and people told him he had a talent for drawing, but he hadn't drawn in a long time. Funny thing was that he didn't even know why he stopped because he used to own a sketchbook full of drawings, but that book disappeared ages ago.

Why did he start drawing again? A possibility could be because the more he was focused on working on something, time would go by quicker. It also helped clear his mind. He always drew something when he was overthinking.

Eventually, his hand started cramping and he put his pencil down and looked at his paper. His eyes then went wide when he realized what he had drawn.

He drew Jessie.

(Your responses are way better than mine! So, no worries. Mine are lacking horribly. xD And, sorry, my posts are getting a bit shorter each time. I'm working on my paper for my composition class, blah.)

Jessie let her head drop to the table. She terribly needed something to distract herself. There wasn't anything that she could think of, though. After a moment, she simply flipped her notebook open and started writing down whatever came to her mind.

In no time, it was full of just random things. Memories. She scoffed at that one before quickly bubbling it out. She noticed a bunch of song lyrics and band names. The Monkees. Oh, the classics. She loved them. I am asking for your help. I am going through hell. She nearly laughed at the irony of the song she knew so well by Maroon 5.

Shaking her head once more, she returned to writing whatever came to her mind. Well, at least, until the teacher walked over, staring down at her.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a frown, to which Jessie looked up and shrugged.

"Writing," was her simple response.

Why did it matter, anyways? she thought, It wasn't like the teacher should be bothering me.

[Nah, yours are really good! And they don't have to be long. Mine are getting short, too. You make them as long as you want them to be. (:]

Sketching did, in fact, make the class go by faster and there was only one period left and then school would be done.

Bobby walked in the hallway and looked at his notebook. His drawing of Jessie was really the first real sketch he's done in a long time. This made him seem creepy, especially if Jessie saw this. He wasn't sure what was up with him that day.

He tore out the page and folded it before putting the drawing in the pocket of his jacket. He could show it to her someday if he wanted to.

A day when he wasn't a stranger or a lousy friend.

A day when he could really be considered her best friend.

(Yours are really good, too! Don't sell yourself short. :) This is already one of my favorite roleplays. Haha. :) )

Jessie chewed on the inside of her cheek when class was over and she flipped her notebook closed, putting it back in her bag. Standing up, she slung the bag over her shoulder and made her way out of the classroom, heading to her last class.

Thank God, she thought to herself.

One more class and she could go home.

Though, that reminded her that she'd have to bring Bobby to her home to show him the photo album. How awkward would that be? She knew that if her parents were home, they'd probably greet him and try to catch up on old times. How was she going to be able to explain to them that he didn't even remember them? Or maybe it was just her that he didn't remember?

All of these questions were making her head hurt.

Once to the classroom, she slumped down in a seat, letting her head rest on the desk once more. At least she could relax a little until the teacher came in.

[Really? Awwwh, that made my day. (:]

3:05 PM

The last bell had finally rung and Bobby quickly walked out the door. He passed by students without trouble and headed to his locker to get his books.

Once he grabbed his books, he slammed the locker shut and saw Jessie going through her locker as well. Without hesitating, he came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Hey, " he said to her when she turned around.

He thought about what could happen once they went to her house. Do her parents remember him or was it just her? What was he going to say if they asked him questions he should know but can't remember?

And what would happen when she went over to his house? His own parents would probably remember her, so how would they react when they found out that their son had completely forgot?

Drawing seemed like a good idea at that moment because he was overthinking again.