A/N: Hey! So, this is a little oneshot about the mysterious matter of somebody's name. No, not Whatsername. Not Extraordinary Girl, either. Tunny. See, I kinda figured that Tunny is only a nickname, because I'm pretty sure it's not an actual name, as awesome as it is. This led me to two questions: 1)What is his real name? and 2) Where the hell did the name Tunny come from? This answers both of those questions. This takes place when Johnny, Will, and Tunny are in about 7th or 8th Grade.

Once again, I give my thanks to iNvIsIbLe GiRl 12 (with the alternating letters) for helping me out.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own American Idiot

The three were sitting at a table, huddled around their textbooks. After a couple minutes of silence, Will groaned and shoved his book away from him.

"I'm sick of studying!" he complained. Johnny rolled his eyes and went back to studying for his German test the next day. Will grabbed Johnny's list of terms and scanned through them out of pure boredom. "Theorie is a German word?" he asked.

"It's pronounced TAY-oh-ree," Johnny corrected. "But it means theory."

"TAY-oh-ree," Will repeated. "That's weird. Why do they say it like that?" Johnny shrugged.

"I dunno, they just . . . do."

"Huh. German people are weird . . ." Will said, then looked at the third member of their group, who was still focused on his Pre-Algebra work. "So, if they pronounce their 'th's like 't's, then your name would be Nay-TUN instead of Nathan," Will said. Nathan rolled your eyes. After a few more moments, Will continued, "Tun. Tun Tun. That's weird, too . . . From now on, I'm gonna call you Tun." Nathan looked him straight in the eyes.

"No," he said. "You're not."

"So, Tun," Will started, but was soon cut off.

"Oh my God . . ." Nathan said. "Come on, Tun is a stupid name."

"You're right," Will said thoughtfully. "It's too short. How about . . . Tun-NY. Yeah, Tunny, that'll work . . ."

"You're not calling me Tunny, either."

"Aw, come one, it'll grow on you."

"I don't think it will . . ."

"You gotta admit, it's . . . interesting," Johnny said. "I mean, how many people do you know named Tunny?"

"None," Nathan admitted.

"Correction," Will said. "One. You."

"Haha, very funny . . ." Nathan retorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the both of them.

"Did you hear something, Will?" Johnny joked, looking around.

"Yeaah . . ." Will played along. "It sounds like a poor little fun-sucker." They both glared at Nathan.

"Oh, come on." Nathan complained. They ignored him. "Guys!"

"Yes, Tunny?" Will joked around. Nathan was fed up.

"Stop calling me Tunny!" he said.

"Why do you hate that name so much?" Will demanded.

"I . . . don't know. I just do."

"See, you can't even give a good reason for us not to call you that," Will said. "You should just accept your new name and move on with your life."

"Yeah, just let us call you Tunny, Tunny," Johnny added. Nathan sighed.

"I have a feeling that even if I don't, you're gonna call me that anyways," he said.

"You got that right," Johnny told him.

"Fine," Nathan finally sighed. "Call me whatever the Hell you want."

"Yes!" Will cheered. Nathan laughed at his friend. He wasn't surprised that Will is the one who started this. He was always the one to point out odd things, like how weird names sounded in other languages. And maybe Will was right: maybe the name would grow on him. It was unique, especially considering all of the Nathans and Nates and other variations of that name in the world. So, yes, maybe he would learn to love that name. He could feel himself already warming up to it.

A/N: Bewertungen sind Liebe (That's German for 'Reviews are love' Heheh, thanks Johnny)