Hello! I am somewhat new to the AI fandom (loved it for a long time, saw it live and fell even more in love with it). So I thought I'd try my hand at writing some American Idiot, Tunny and Extraordinary Girl, specifically. Their relationship is my favourite in the show and is pretty much the only stable one. One thing you should know about me: just like I fall for Moritzes in Spring Awakening, I easily fall for Tunnys...but I could go on and on about that...

Also some of the names might sound familiar. I don't own any of them. I used some of the cast members from both the Broadway and touring casts. So if you see Theo or Matt in the story somewhere , you'll know where they're from :)

Disclaimer: American Idiot is not mine. Neither is Scott J. Campbell. Or Stark Sands. Unfortunately.


"You ready, man?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Let me at 'em!"

"Where's my rifle?"

I laughed quietly to myself as I walked to the hospital wing. Hearing the soldiers getting pumped up for battle wasn't something you heard very often. But it made me happy whenever I heard it. They're all here for a purpose, and hearing them cry out like that made me remember mine. I checked in with the other girls before tending to another soldier with a broken arm.

"How you been holding up, Sergeant Call?" I asked while changing the bandages on his other arm.

"Been better," he said with a shrug.

"Well, just rest up for a bit. Take it easy, alright? I'll be back in a bit. Just have to finish filling out your forms."

"Can I sleep?" he asked, trying to hide his yawn. The poor guy had been through a bunch of x-rays after doing a demonstration wrong in training camp yesterday."Of course. Who says you can't?"

I fixed his blanket, and gave him a smile. I picked up the unused towel by his bed to put in the basket over my shoulder (you never know when you need it in this wing) and headed back to the desk near the front where we kept all the forms. Jen, another nurse, was finishing filing a form when I walked up to the desk. She gave me a look that said "good luck, forms suck" and went to tend to another soldier. I hated this part of the job. Forms were tedious, but necessary. It wasn't what I wanted to sign up for, but it had to be done.

"Dude, have you seen the nurses here? Good choice, huh?"

Although I must admit, the outside conversations you overhear are quite amusing.

"There isn't some rule about...you know..." said the soldier's voice.

"Don't even think about it, man," replied another one.

"Damn it. I mean have you SEEN the blonde one? Dude what I would-"

"How about ...what's her name?"

"The redhead?"

"No, my dark lady," this soldier said in a different tone. I had to stop myself from laughing loudly.

"You know they can probably hear us right now." This voice was new.

"Come on, Clarke."

"You've gotta admit, they're pretty hot. And how long has it been for you, buddy? Months, hasn't it?"

"Seriously, guys," the new guy said. I could hear a sense of urgency in his voice. "We're right outside. I'm pretty sure they can hear us."

"So what? They need to know how hot they are."

"Ben's messed. I'm pretty sure they can't hear what we're saying."

I decided to step outside. "Actually...we can," I said with a smirk.

There were three of them, all sweaty. It looks like they just finished training camp. Two of them looked as though they were caught in some terrible act. One of them was even starting to blush a little and his friend looked around like he didn't know what was going on. The other one was simply trying to hold in his laughter.

"My apologies, ma'am," one said, and did a little bow. The other nodded at me, then left with the other guy. The one who was laughing before just casually stayed put. He was quite handsome once I took a closer look at him. His eyes seemed cold at first, but I could still see a bit of a twinkle in there. He already seemed like he had been through a lot, but I could see the face of a hero in him. Even his expression at the moment came across as a bit of a misunderstood guy. I could see he had a couple of tattoos, including a star on his neck.

And of course, the shallow, girly girl inside of me took notice that his sweaty shirt was sticking to him... very well.

"Sorry about them. They're soldiers, but still men," he said to me.

"Then what does that make you?" I replied.

He stopped himself before replying, realizing what he said before. I laughed a little. "No worries, just teasing you."

"Smart one, aren't you?" he asked me.

"I try," I shrugged.

"You wouldn't happen to have any water do you? Or a towel? Training camp is kicking my ass." he said, rubbing his neck.

I figured. "It'll do that to you," I gave him the towel I had on my shoulder and went inside to grab one of the spare bottles we kept on the desk. When I came back and gave it to him, he downed half of it in a matter of seconds.

"Are they not keeping you hydrated or something?" I asked.

"I woke up late and forgot to fill up my water bottle before it started," he explained, wiping his forehead with a towel.

"Smooth," I commented. He smirked and looked around trying to figure out where to leave the towel. "You can give it to me; I have to put the towels in the laundry, anyway." He gave it to me, but I noticed he missed a spot by the star tattoo on his neck.

"Oh, you forgot over here," I said, and stepped closer to him to wipe it away. I didn't notice how close I was until I looked up and saw his face close to mine. I stepped away and cleared my throat while he looked away.

"So how come you didn't run off with your friends there? Shouldn't you be off with them talking about us?" I asked, changing the subject and putting the towel back on my shoulder.

He scoffed. "Ben and Dan? Nah. Right now, they're probably thinking about some way to get injured to get into the hospital wing to see you nurses."

"And you wouldn't do the same?"

"Nah. Why go to all that trouble when you could be having a real conversation like we're having right now?" he said with a small smile.

"Touché." This one was clever. "Smart one, aren't you?"

"I try," he said with a laugh. "Shouldn't you be off doing something important now, too?"

"Like what, filling out forms for patients? Trust me I'd rather not be doing that at all. It's important, but tedious. It can wait for a little longer."

He nodded like he knew what I was talking about. It looked like he was about to say something else, but someone called out "Clarke!" He turned around while the soldier who called his name told him someone else needed him. He nodded at the other soldier then turned back to me.

"Duty calls," he said with a shrug. "That means for you, too, you know."

"Yeah, I know. My hand is not going to be happy about that." He smirked and nodded at me, and started to turn and walk away.

"Clarke!" I shouted before I could stop myself. He turned around to face me.

"Just checking to see if that's your name," I said. He walked back to me again.

"Well since you know mine, wouldn't it be fair for you to tell me yours?" he asked with a puppy dog look on his face.

God, I hate it when guys do that.

I almost didn't want to tell him and leave him with a little bit of a mystery. Of course, knowing my luck, one of the nurses shouted out, "Jones!" I turned around to find Jen about to say something, until she took a look and noticed the soldier standing with me. She smirked but gave a head move letting me know they needed me back in there before she went back inside.

"Well there you go," I said to the soldier.

He smiled at me then, and it was one of the most heart warming ones I've ever seen. His eyes lit up in a new way. They were kinder. When he smiled, I could see there was still a child in him. This somewhat tough exterior I saw before melted into a kinder man. I'd even say he looked adventurous, but sweet.

"Jones, huh?" He offered his hand like a gentleman. I took it and shook it. "Nice to meet you," he said with a little head bow and turned to walk away. I started to walk back inside.

"Hey Jones!" he said before I got there. I turned around to face him.

"They were right, though," he said.

"Who?" I asked, confused.

"Ben and Dan. The other two soldiers I was with." When he saw that I was still confused about what he was talking about, he came up to me, right by my ear and curled my hair back.

"They did make a very good choice with the nurses," he whispered. He smiled his enticing smile and winked before walking away. I laughed a little, not really believing he just used that line.

"Hey Jones!" I heard Jen call out. I went back inside to find her finishing up the form I had started.

"Somebody's blushing," she teased at me. I didn't even realize I was until she brought it up.

"Oh, shut up," I said. I really chose a great moment to not have a comeback.

"Hon, I know it's been months-"

"Jen!"

"But you can't just go out ogling and flirting with the hot soldiers when we're on duty!" She paused for a moment as she got up, fixing her ponytail. "Save that for later," she whispered and nudged me when she walked past. She giggled as she took the towel off my shoulder and tossed it in the closest laundry basket.

I laughed and shook my head. "You're one to talk, Miss The-Shirtless-Guys-Are-Why-I-Signed-Up-For-This!"

"Please, we all did!" she laughed from the other room. I laughed at her. I won't lie; the guys did help in making my decision to join. I took the form from the desk and went to file it away.

"Call...Call..." I said the name, trying to find it and started to hum a tune. Something else had caught my eye, though once I filed it away.

"Clarke." Temptation got the best of me, and I took a peek.

Tunny.


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