Inspiration songs: Don't Stop Believin' and Better Days.
Yeah and this is a crappy one-shot, but hey, at least I tried, right?
Massie Block stared out of her bedroom window, tears streaming down her face. She was thinking about Derrick Harrington, a boy who had left her years ago.
Twenty-two year-old Derrick Harrington looked out the window of the train to Westchester. While he was in New York City, he had a feeling.
A feeling that he should go home.
Derrick knew that he was crazy to be listening to his gut, but he didn't do anything as the train sped on.
He just needed a change.
Massie Block forced herself to walk. To walk anywhere. Just walk.
Her anger suddenly bubbled up inside her.
Angry that he left her.
Angry that he hasn't called.
Angry that he hasn't apologized.
And most of all, angry that he hasn't come back.
Angry.
Snow started falling down. Massie zipped up her jacket in response.
The world was white. Like a big wedding. But to Massie, it should all be black.
She turned around and stared at the deep footprints she made in the snow. Years ago, there would be another pair.
Derrick Harrington's.
Her anger dissolved as she reached the local park, which was empty. She started crying again.
She eventually reached the wishing well. The water had frozen over, and Massie could see the frozen coins underneath the thick layer of ice.
Without another thought, Massie reached inside her purse.
As soon as Derrick got off the train, he had no idea where he should go. Westchester, obviously. But what should he do there?
Derrick rented a hotel room and decided to walk to the park.
He just had a feeling.
Massie took a dime out of her purse.
She turned her back to the wishing well, and whispered, "Can I see Derrick again?" and threw.
She opened her eyes to see a figure standing there off in the distance. Her heart skipped a beat.
The man stared back.
It was Derrick!
Without another thought, the couple raced towards each other.
Massie's hat blew off, but she didn't care. Not if it meant seeing Derrick again.
They embraced each other and said or thought nothing as they tenderly kissed each other.
The long-dead leaves skipped across the snow, blown by the leaves. The sun started to shine, making the snow sparkle. And the world started turning again.
Sometimes, wishing on a dime will do the trick.