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"Well you still haven't told me your name-" The female spoke, which I did not want to tell yet.
"My names Jeff, yes I know, I've heard all of it already."
I can assure you I've been made fun of the entire time I've been in this glade of my completely normal amazing name.
"What about, Jeff Bezos, Jeff the meme, Jeff Bridges, Jeff Goldblum, Jeff Hardy, Jeff Dunham, Jeff Buckley, Jeff Danials, Jeff the Killer-" She started speaking Jeff language like she was bilingual.
"Okay! Okay- I get it you have a smart ass mind." I paused sucking in the information that she started saying, "and those are definitely some new ones."
"I know." She said with a big grin plastered on her face.
"So, what about you do you remember your name?"
She paused thinking for eight seconds before responding, "Yeah I do, Bartholomew Hughes the third."
"That is so not your name."
She rolled her eyes in a playful way, or at least I hope she wasn't pissed off at me, that'd make Newt, Nick, and Alby that told me specifically not to piss off the women to be pissed off at me.
"Who said my parents can't be a whole asshole and names me something absurd?"
"Okay yeah, but you look like a Kendra, or something nicer sounding?"
I started walking toward the homestead, expecting the mystery female to follow, to I have no idea give a tour?
She started following me while speaking, "who said Bartholomew Hughes the third isn't nice sounding?"
"Me, and my opinion matters the most out of everyone."
She rolled her eyes, she kinda reminds me of Minho.
"Who lied to you?"
I stopped in my tracks, "wha- no one lied to me- I'm just stating the truth."
"Loud buzzing sound."
"Will you stop with the snarky comments."
She stopped for a while that let me have enough time to walk toward and to the homestead in peace.
Although before she started saying stuff again. Not that I really minded, I don't really like silence is all I'm saying. Not that I like her in particular speaking.
"So what's everyone else's names? And how do you guys start remembering your own name?"
"Well I remembered my name when Frypan smashed my head into the cake he made."
She laughed a little, "Frypan?"
"He's really Siggy Fry, but everyone calls him Frypan."
"The three you saw talking earlier were Nick, Newt, and Alby."
"Nicks the brunette, Albys the one with one, two strands of hair, and Newt- you know Newt."
She stayed quiet giving me time to continue speaking.
"Everyone's named after a famous person, so you'll probably be too."
She spoke with a slight smile, "There's a famous person named Bartholomew."
"Okay if you want to be called Bartholomew Hughes the third I will call you that for the rest of your life." I said taking in a breath, "but in the meantime we have to get a code name for you because I don't want to call you greenie the entire time."
"Or female, woman, or girl."
She blinked a couple of times, "Female?"
I threw my arms up, "I don't know what to call you!"
She thought for a couple of seconds, looking around, "Name a few names, I don't know, to see if they feel familiar?"
"Okay.." Girl, female names, shouldn't be hard, "Melody?"
"Nah, doesn't sit right."
"Emily."
"Not feeling it."
"Lily."
"Are you naming all basic white girl names or is it just that?"
"I'm naming girl names- I'm not an expert on them."
"I can tell."
"Irene."
She blinked a couple of times thinking, thinking in anticipation, before finally after like the hundredth time of waiting spoke again, "that feels right, I don't know, it's like a feeling."
"We can give you that name or we can smash your head into a cake?"
