Hi, it's me again! I got this idea and it splatted onto paper.

Disclaimer: You know, these things are a pain to put on paper, 'cuz I always forget to put them in. Ah well, I don't want to die from so many issues, so

I DON'T OWN ANY CHARACTERS.

Cute little poem I made up to mach the cute little story I made up.

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Jack loved Sally, this much was true.

So how is it he didn't know what to do?

He wanted to at least tell her,

That he loved her,

But what would she say back?

Undoubtedly, all the girls, (except one, of course)

said they wanted him.

Still, he never asked her,

What if she said he was a blur?

Passing in and out,

but never really there,

how could he prove how much he cared?

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Sally was depressed. Jack had been avoiding her all week! Of course, now that she was 'ready' as her creator said, (Sally thinks it is just because of his new creation) you would think Jack would want to be around her, at least. Why is he doing this? She asked herself.

Flashback: earlier in the week

She had let the night move her to where it wanted her to be. She followed the wind all the way up to the hill.

She sighed happily- the cemetery was always a place for her to relax. Not only did it provide solace, comfort to her, it also contained all the things she needed to help her get away. From her creator.

After sitting down, she sensed eyes on the back of her. "Jack!" she exclaimed. She turned around, and there he was. He seemed very disturbed. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to scare you," Jack whispered. After a pregnant pause he started again. "Remember when," he paused, "Remember when we k-kissed?" He asked. She shivered, and he thought it was from the cold.

"You're freezing. Here, I don't have a coat, but if… if I hold you, you will be warm."

She moved forward a step, but then, she stopped.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

He looked hurt and confused, and Sally really wished she could have, but she was unknown to the rest of the town. If… if she came out of her house, that was one thing. But if someone found out that she was even seeing the popularity king, her creator would force her into seclusion again. Then she couldn't see Jack at all.

He took this as rejection, (or she thought he did) and started to run away. From her, from the hopeful thoughts that stayed in the cemetery, and from hope.

"Jack, wait!"

When he didn't stop, she broke down in tears that soon made her even colder.

If she could have it any other way…

End of flashback

A/N I am really cold, so so cold, because I live in the basement that currently has issues with heating. Wondering why it is so cold, I guess I should make this into a POSITIVE experience.

P.S. This sucks.

P.P.S. I didn't mean the story! Its just, life sucks sometimes too, you know?

P.P.P.S. I like the word 'issues.' I also like sharp, pointy objects. Both of which aren't good for your health.

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You read this instead of submitting a review! How dare you!