I am unsure why, but I am very happy with this story. It's my first FF ever about Nate & Jenny, I haven't even written any for fun before. I was just listening to Ashley Tisdale's album (again) and this song was stuck in my head, so this is my result. Enjoy ;D I do not own any of the characters in GG, as much as I wish I could own Nate ; ) & I don't own the song (Ashley Tisdale), I just own my annoying imagination.

Wishing

"I don't want to feel like this
I don't want to, I don't want to." - Erase & Rewind.

It was too dark outside to be an average Manhattan night - too quiet too. The twinkling stars watched the quiet streets below as the cool mid-summer breeze blew busily, up-rooting the discarded newspapers from the empty park benches they'd been abandoned on. The clock ticked away to its usual pace, as if it's only job was to keep track of every miserable minute of every pathetic hour of every endless day. At least, that's how it seemed to Jenny.

Sniffling slightly, she wiped the wet patches off her face with her sweater sleeve. She closed her eyes tightly and hugged her knees close to her body, not really cold but then again not exactly warm either. The eternal tick of her bedroom wall-clock was slowly driving her mad, but not half as mad as her brain's untiring thoughts. With a small huff, Jenny placed her head in her hands and stared out of her (converted) loft apartment window, watching the illuminated street in hope he'd come by soon. She'd been so busy concentrating on outside, she hadn't noticed his entrance into her room.

"Wish time." Jenny whispered with an unsteady breath, once again she wiped her eyes with her damp sleeve and exhaled uneasily. Nate cringed at the sound of her sniffling, the last thing he wanted today was to upset her, but that seemed to be all he could do recently. The memory of their argument today sent sharp, painful pangs through his chest which travelled down to the bottom of his stomach, knotting together tightly. He grimaced at the horrible things he'd told her, mentally kicking himself at his own stupidity.

"I wish," Jenny's small voice murmured, knocking Nate out of his thoughts. He watched as she unclasped a small golden locket from her neck and hugged it closely to her chest. Her body moved up and down in rhythm to her uneven breathes, it was so obvious she was crying and it broke Nate to know he'd cause this to happen. Nervously, he shoved his hands into his pockets and stood motionless in the doorway, watching on silently, waiting for her to finish her wish. Maybe once he finally knew it, once those words came out of her mouth, maybe once she'd wished aloud that they weretogether, they could try to get past all the obstacles which stood in their way.

The nagging voice in Nate's head intruded in on his thoughts of himself and Jenny, however unlike before it didn't scream the many wrongs about them being together. No. This time it whispered something different. What if she doesn't wish for you? The un-helpful input which his brain usually gave him was often ignored, stowed away in a box and opened up later (usually after everything had blown up in his face). Not this thought though.

What if she didn't wish for him. What would he do then? Would he give up or start to fight? Even if he did fight, was it too late? As much as he hated to admit it, if she didn't want him anymore maybe the best thing to do would be to let her go. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that if they tried they could make it work. They would make it work. He'd try for her, as she had for him.

A half-sob escaped Jenny's lips, breaking the silence Nate had been using to think so much with.

"I wish ..." she finally continued, twirling the locket around her fingers, "I wish, I could just get away from him."

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