Once again, I am posting the notes before the script, and posting the script in its entirety because it is small. I actually think this one counts as a clear narrative. I think.

Tagged [Dubcon] so [Rape] because it could appear that she'd just doing what she does for reasons other than actually wanting to. But it's more complicated than that, as reading between the lines hopefully alludes to.

Anyone can modify this how they see fit. I love comments, but please don't tag anyone else in them. I'd rather anyone that might record this finding it on their own.

Before I move on to the script, I'll leave you with this quote I came across while trying to come up with a title for the script. (The title is based on an actual psychological effect apparently. I think I'd even heard it before, but ironically forgot about it.)

“If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.” ― Mark Twain.

Edit: Repost because I spelled the script name wrong in the title. At least I caught it early, and hopefully that's the only mistake.

The script:

Have you ever walked into a room, and then forgotten why you went in there in the first place?

I do that. A lot. My roommate gives me a hard time about it. Well, not really. They think it’s cute, which annoys me and they’ve grown used to it about me. Sometimes I remember what it was about, but usually not until I’ve slunk out of his room or wherever he is. Then I’m afraid to go back, because what if I forget it again?

I’ve considered writing it down before I tell him I paid the rent, or that we’re out of peanut butter, or whatever it is I decided was so urgent. Except when I think like that, it seems silly. If I’m thinking about it enough to consider writing it down, then I couldn’t possibly forget about it in the minute it takes to find him, can I?

It turns out that yes, I can.

Also, I don’t think he’d find it any less funny when I have to pull out a piece of paper to tell him what I had been thinking about. Me walking into his room and then suddenly giving him a blank stare, or starting a sentence only to not know where I was going with it was bad enough.

I began questioning the things I was going to ask him about or tell him. Did he need to know they were going to wash the parking lot Friday? He’d find out eventually, wouldn’t he? Or he’d notice that the toilet paper was getting kind of low.

But then just a little bit ago I remembered something really important. Something that he needed to hear. Something that I wouldn’t forget just because I walked into another room. So I walked into his bedroom, started to open my mouth, and…

And time stood still, because I saw the oncoming train wreck. I didn’t have a thought in my head. I couldn’t remember what I needed to tell him to save my life. He’d just laugh, although not in a mean way, and ask me questions about what it could have been. Sometimes he guesses right because he knows me so well. If that doesn’t work, he’ll just suggest I come back when I remember it.

Well, not today, mister. If I act fast, you won’t know that I forgot again. I’ll just substitute one bit of information I forgot for another one. It didn’t even have to be real, as long as he didn’t know.

I told him I loved him.

I didn’t mean to. It’s a weird thing to just say out of the blue, and surprised him as much as it did me. Although a part of me wonders if I had actually fallen in love with him in the past and just forgotten it. Maybe that’s why it came to my head and then my lips so easily.

He not surprisingly asked me if I was serious. I doubled-down on my plan and gave him the reasons I was supposedly in love with him, even though it turned out to be quite a list.

I wasn’t sure if he was going to buy it at first. Except then we were suddenly in each other's arms, and then out of our clothes, and then in his bed, and him in me. I remember thinking that maybe I was letting this go a little far just for pride’s sake, but I also remember telling him to go harder. He seemed to be into me. Well, in a very literal sense he was, but also just in the romantic sense. And this was all keeping him from realizing that I had totally spaced out on whatever it was I was going to tell him in the first place.

Even now, as I lay here in his arms, I’m trying to remember what I needed to tell him so urgently earlier. Which makes me wonder if confessing my love to him was maybe my plan all along, and I just forgot it. I don’t know for sure, any more than I know why walking into the room and seeing him just causes my brain and heart to malfunction.

But I have a plan. If seeing him as I enter the room does that to me, then I just have to never let him out of my sight again as much as possible. I’ll move my stuff into his room so we’re always together. Then, if there’s anything important that comes to my mind, like I have the day off tomorrow, or there’s a new movie coming out, or we’d probably make cute babies together, there’s no possible way I’d forget. I could just say it. And then we could make cute babies together.

It’s a foolproof plan, really. As long as I don’t forget it. But something tells me this one I’ll remember.