Dedicated to Bailey. Because she was the first one I told about the Griffin drabble.
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Griffin Remembers
You stand there, angrily scrubbing a table for a mom and her four year old daughters, and you try to remember her name.
Was she the one who...
No. That wasn't her.
She was the one who went as Demi Moore to Skye Hamilton's stupid costume party. You observed her as she raided the pantry for burping aids, and the blond who was your date, raved about Nicolas Sparks. She interested you.
What the hell was her name? You think in a frustrated way.
"Griff, you're at the stand." A waitress says, referring to the glass hostess stand as you walk by her. "You better not screw up. An important person has a reservation in five minutes for lunch." The bottle blond whose name you didn't bother to remember or even learn, warns you.
Can't be that important, you think cynically. They're coming to a pizza place for lunch.
You look down at the white sheet of paper to see which "important," guest the reservation is for.
Merri- Lee Marvil.
That's it! That's her name!
Dylan Marvil is the name of the girl who has been plaguing your thoughts for the past month after the party. Dyaln Marvil is the name of the girl who has so greatly intrigued you.
Dylan Marvil.
Was that crap, or is that just me thinking. I've had this idea in my head for a while, and I've really wanted to try some second person. Read and review.