A/N: This is a post-AI fic that I thought of the other day. St. Jimmy is not in this story, as much as I love him. However, he could not make an appearance, due to the fact that he blew his brain into the bay.

This one's for Twinsie! Thanks for helping me out!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own American Idiot. It belongs to the amazingly talented Green Day.

It had been four years since Johnny left Whatsername, but he still thought about her from time to time. Sometimes he dreamed about her, about running into her on the street. But he would always have to wake up and face reality: she was gone, and she wasn't coming back. And every time it hurt a little bit more than the last time.

Will and Tunny didn't know that he still thought about her. Right after he came back, he told them all about her, how great she was, how he screwed everything up. But he didn't bring her up again after that. They could tell he still missed her, but they never said anything to him. After about the first year, he got better at hiding the fact that he thought about her.

Johnny began his slow walk home. He had begun working at a facility on East 12th Street, filling out paperwork. It was boring as Hell, but it paid the bills, so he kept working. As he continued on, he thought he saw her standing on the side of the street. I must be dreaming again, he thought, and started walking faster. As he got closer, he saw her look over at him, her eyes widen slightly in surprise. He decided he should go over to talk to her. Dream or not, he thought, I still miss her.

He made his way over to where she was standing. "Johnny?" she asked in disbelief. "Is that you?" She hadn't expected to see him out here. She had just moved to Jingletown last week, but she didn't know he lived here, too. Then again, they never really did talk about where he came from.

"Yeah, hey," he said, not really sure what to say, or if he was even awake this time. "How have you been?"

"I've been good. How about you?" He thought that she seemed to be hiding something from him, but he quickly shrugged off the thought.

"I've been fine." He saw a hesitant look on her face, like she really wanted to ask him something, but she wasn't sure whether or not she should.

Finally, she said, "How's . . . How's Jimmy?"

"He's . . . gone," he told her. He saw her sigh in relief. The thought had troubled her after he left. What if he never got help? What if 'St. Jimmy' kept controlling his life? But she didn't have to worry about that.

"That's good," she said, obviously relieved by the news.

"Yeah, it is." He realized that it was true. It was better that he didn't let that part of himself in control, even though it was hard at first without him there. "So," he started, not really knowing how to say this, "we should, you know, get together sometime." He hadn't seen her in so long, and now that she was really here, he didn't want to just let her go.

"Yeah, that sounds good," she answered, smiling. Now it was Johnny's turn to sigh in relief. "Um, when are you free?" she asked.

"Well, I have off work tomorrow, if you want to go out to lunch or something."

"Yeah, we can do that. Here, why don't you call me later and we can figure everything out then." She wrote down her number on a piece of paper then handed it to him. "Bye, Johnny," she said, before turning and walking away.

"Bye," he called after her. "Naomi . . ."

A/N: Reviews, anyone?