The Girl Everyone Thought They Knew
Disclaimer - Ch 1
Notes - Part two. Or as the...er...other people (French, I think? lol) say, "Part Deux." ........Is that right?......... Probably not, but I never took French, so I don't have to be right. lol! And yes. I know. It's repetitive. But it's a bit of a "different side" type thing. Just please. Don't skip over the flashback....

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The Girl Everyone Thought They Knew - Ch 2
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I get it. You don't want to get off this island because there's nothing
for you to go back to. Nothing for you to miss and no one to miss you
-Kate (to Sawyer) The Moth
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As I lay here, trying to go to sleep, I'm remembering what I said to Sawyer earlier. Kind of strange, because my own words work for me as well. I don't have anything to go back to. Except a loss of freedom. And I don't want that. I can't have that. I'm not that kind of girl. I'm the type to go on a huge self-finding road trip. Actually, I did that a couple of years ago. And there was one guy that I met....I wonder if he remembers me? Doubt it. It wasn't meant to be a lasting thing. Just a one-time fling, right?

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Flashback
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She moved down to Georgia
Like all the peaches do
For no particular reason
She's got a duffel bag well full of sand
And the thirty-six bucks that she held in her hand
Yeah....Waves like a flag of freedom
-Who Is Me - ??
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She was on the road-trip of her life. And it was quite possibly the most boring thing she'd ever done. She couldn't have brought anyone with her, though. That would have ruined the whole point of the trip. She was trying to find herself. And it was hard to do that with a bunch of friends with you. Things weren't going too well for her so far on this trip. She'd had to stop in the middle of it and stay in a hotel for almost a week while she got a whole slew of stuff done to her van. That's why all she had left was thirty-six dollars. She would have to go home before too long, or settle down in one place long enough to make a little money.

She was currently wondering if something might be wrong with the van again. This was why she was on the side of the road, looking under the hood. She had known how to work on a car since she was twelve, there was no proble with the van at all far as she could tell.

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City-slicker man with a California tan
Jag pulls up to a rusty van
He said, "Do you need to make a call, ma'am"
Slams the hood "I just got her fixed.
The engine don't purr but she sure does tick and, uh,
dinner would be delightful."
-Who Is Me - ??
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Just as she finished looking the van over, some guy pulled up behind her in a new Jaguar. Oh, the goodies that richies got. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and he strolled over to her and asked her, "Somethin' wrong with the van? You need to make a call?"

She slammed the hood shut and looked over at the man, "Nope. Just got her fixed. The engine don't purr but she sure does tick. And, uh, if you're hinting at a dinner," She smiled, "That'd be wonderful."

"Now, what would make you think that I was hinting at something like that?" He asked, suddenly sounding a lot more Southern than his city-slicker look gave off.

"Well, I don't know. A good-looking man like you pullin' up in a Jag to help a girl out...it just doesn't fit. I figure you'll want something out of it even though you didn't do anything." She smiled again, "That's the type I see you as."

"Hmmm...Well, I'll give you a little credit since you think you can read people so well."

"So, where will we be going?" She asked.

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He said, "Who, ah, who are you?"
She said, "Who, ah, who is me?"
"Ah," He siad, "Who, ah, who are you?"
She said, "Who, ah, who is me?"
-Who is me - ??
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"What's are you?" He asked.

"Who is me? I don't know. I'm trying to find myself right now." She answered, hoping that he didn't think she looked familiar. Everyone seemed to think that.

He smiled a little, "Ah, come on, who are you?"

"I told you already." She said, and it was the truth. She had given him an answer. He didn't have to know anything else about her right now. Or ever, really. They weren't exactly going to be husband and wife or anything.

"All right, I can buy that."

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She wore a long black dress
And who'd have guessed
The sharp-slick-shooter was a beautiful mess
As nervous as a school boy
-Who Is Me - ??
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The two had set a meeting place and time. She had decided to wear her simple black dress that just touched her knees. It was one of those dresses that a lot of people labeled as "simple elegance" or some similar, cheesy label. Labels had always annoyed her, so she used the as little as possible. She saw him walking over to her and when he arrived, she spoke first, a grin on her face. "Hey, there, Mr. Jag."

"Well, hello Ms. No-Name."

"Well, you didn't tell me your name either. What is your name?" She asked, knowing she'd get nothing from him.

"You didn't answer my question. And I asked first."

She just smiled and led the way to one of the empty tables near the back of the restaurant. She sat down across form him and smiled. She did that a lot. And for a moment, she wondered if her was nervous. And if he was...why? She was that intimidating, was she?

"So, uh, after dinner is there...is there anything you want to, uh, do?"

Her suspicious confirmed, she smiled at his stuttering. She had always found that absolutely adorable from a guy. It also proved that they were human and not cold, heartless bastards. Or at least not all of them. "No. All I asked for was dinner."

"I see." was his simple response.

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She laughs out loud
And talks in a whisper
And everybody close would swear that they knew her
From here or there or somewhere
-Who Is Me - ??
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She wasn't sure exactly what it was that he'd said to make her laugh, but whatever it was, she didn't care. She liked guys that could make her laugh. That meant they had the same type of humor as she did. Lots of people found it interesting that when she talked it was just barely over a whisper, but when she laughed it was out loud for everyone to hear. She never thought anything of it. It was just how she was.

She could tell that he still thought he knew her from somewhere. This was nothing new. That happened all the time. It was almost as if she were some celebrity under cover with the number of people that thought they knew her. Several people had stopped at their table and asked her if they had met sometime. It would seem that out of so many people that seemed to recognize her, at least some of them she should have had a "yes" for an answer, but every one received a "no", just like he had when he'd asked her earlier.

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Took it slow
He kept his cool
Queen never likes to be seen with a fool

Watch to see what she does
Words, ah, drip like honey from lips
And his eyes grew brighter when she left the tip
"And, uh, what did you say your name was?"
-Who Is Me - ??
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They took the night fairly slow and so far, aside from his first babbling slip-up, he had managed to keep his cool, despite the still obvioiusly present nervousness. She was sure he hadn't meant to, but once or twice, as he had started swinging his foot back and forth, he'd kicked her.

They had talked at least an hour or two after they were finished with dinner. The words just constantly flowing from one to the other. There was nothing particularly special about their words to each other, but they were significant enough to be said.

She glanced at her watch, "Oh, wow. It's getting late. I really should go. I've got to rest up for that self-finding adventure." She smiled.

"Oh, right. Ok." He said, pulling his wallet out to leave the tip on the table.

She beat him to it, putting her money on the table. She didn't think it always had to be the guy to do everything. He had payed for the dinner, she could leave the tip, right? There was nothing wrong with that, except that she was now down to thirty-four dollars. Oh, well, she would fix that in due time.

He smiled at her and she saw that his eyes were brighter than before. "And, uh...what did you say your name was?"

She stood up and just laughed at him. "Who is me." She repeated what she'd said earlier, "I'm still trying to find that out, Mr. Jag." With that, she placed a kiss on his cheek and walked out of the restaurant. Out of his life.

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End Flashback
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I can't believe how well I remember that night. Every time he smiled or accidentally kicked me. I guess it's kind of demented and sad, but...what can I do about it? I've tried to forget the night, about him, but I can't do it. It's one of those things God had decided to make utterly impossible for me to do for some unknown reason. Maybe He's got something in mind. Maybe I'll get to see him again....

You know what's kind of ironic? He looks kinda like Sawyer. Or maybe, Sawyer looks like him. It's all the same, right? It's funny how you can find two completely different people who look so much alike....

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Notes - Ok, so, that was 1.) As short as the last one 2.) Still not a full use of lyrics and 3.) I guess pretty repetitive of the last bit, but...whatever.

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Later days,
-PFB-