I Hate My Neighbor

Who's the cute guy again?!

Beeep.

Beeep.

Beeep.

I open my eyes and look around. Suddenly everybody starts yelling.

"She OPENED HER EYES!"

"MA BABY!"

"It's pronounced MY baby not whatever you just said."

"BOY SHUT IT OR ELSE I'LL-"

"Wa-a-ter" I try to say as everybody crowds over me.

Some cute guy hands me water as the doctor walks in.

" I will need everybody to leave this room for a moment"

Nobody argues and walks out.

"Aah! That's better.Hello Julianna, my name is Dr.Wakkers I am your doctor.How are you feeling today?"

"Good I guess." I try to sit up but somehow couldn't. "What happened?"

The doctor writes something in her notebook and looks at me. "You have a compound fracture."

"What does that mean? Am I going to die?! I don't remember anything!!" I start to cry.

"Nothing too serious that we can't fix. Both of your knee-caps popped out and your bones poked through the skin during the accident. You will not be able to walk for about two months or until your legs heal. You also have amnesia. Now, do you remember your name?"

Ummm, duh you just said my name in the beginning, "My name is Julianna."

"Very good. How old are you Julianna?"

Amnesia? Ha! I didn't forget this! "Seventeen years old."

"Very well, do you remember what happened during your accident? What you were wearing? Any songs on the radio? Who was with you?"

Oh shoot. "No, all I remember was... Yelling. Lots of yelling. Doctor, you should check my ears Cuz I think there popped out of place." She laughs.

"Your ears are fine miss. Your friend told me that you said something along the lines of, 'my legs are weenies?' What was that about? Do you know how much people died from saying that?"

Dr.Wakkers writes my talking down. Wow she needs to loosen up a bit. "What? Nobody died from saying that stupid! I, for one, have amnesia so I don't remember." I actually do but saying that just makes me feel embarrassed, "Could you call in my..friend?"

She nods and walks out. A minute later the cute guy walks in.

"How are your weenies?" He asks.

"My weenies are fine. How are yours?" He stares at me and clears his throat. "Yikes, I think you should get that nasty throat checked out."

He finally laughs, "Still haven't lost that humor huh? Can I ask you a question Julianna?"

"Yeah, if I can ask you a question first." I smile mysteriously.

"Umm, sure I guess." He scratches his head.

"Are you my boyfriend?" Whoop there it is, "oops-what I MENT to say was, umm, what's your name?"

"What? No, no, no. I am your designated best friend. And seriously? You don't remember my name?!" He looks VERY disappointed. Like he was going to cry. I CANNOT make a cute guy cry!

"Please don't do this to me!! I have an image to maintain!!!! Don't cry! It's going to look bad on my people report!" I start to get teary eyed.

He stares at me, "Fake people have an image to maintain while real people don't give a shit you know. Now until you remember my name, I won't talk to you."

"WHAT?! How fair is that?? How dare you call me fake?! I had a car accident and I have amnesia,and some other shit I don't remember so the least you could do is tell me your name!" Nothing. He says nothing as he stares straight ahead. Agh! "George? James? Aaron? Jacob? WAIT! I GOT IT! IT'S JOHNATHAN!!!!!! Yes! Am I right or am I right?!"

He looks petrified. " WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE CALLING ME JOHNATHAN?! YOU REMEMBER THE DOCHES NAME BUT NOT MINE?! IM OUT OF HERE!" And storms out.

I look where he just left. What have I done? I don't even remember.