AN: Just another something to help pass the time. Not so depressing, it will pick up. I promise.
Summary: She first fell in love with him in 6th grade, by 11th grade they were high school sweethearts, that is until he stood her up on the night of their senior prom and never spoke another word to her. It's now been ten years since she has seen him, he is the most famous rock star in the world and every song he sings is about her. They have haunted her, following her from college to the supermarket and back again. Now he is back and she has the make the biggest decision of her life without disappointing the people who truly matter the most…
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"Jude?" the phone rang, it was the middle of the night and I still didn't know I had answered.
"Hello?" I ask groggily.
"Jude?"
"Nikki?" my eyes are still closed as I lean my head back into my pillow.
"He's back," she whispers.
It takes me a second to register what she is saying before my eyes shoot open and I sit up in bed almost giving myself whip-lash, "What?!"
"Awake now?" Nikki stifles a giggle.
"Yeah, yeah, what do you mean he is back?" I rub my eyes and stare out the window to my right.
"I mean he is here, in town, at his mother's house, he just flew in tonight and the town is beside themselves, screaming girls and paparazzi everywhere."
I'm unvoiced, unsure of what to say next
"Jude? You still there?"
"Yeah," I pause, "Yeah, I have to go," I don't even wait for her to respond before I hang up the phone and jump out of bed.
I throw my hair into a ponytail and change from my pajamas into a comfortable pair of sweats and a simple black t-shirt. I grab my suitcase, stuffing it as quick as possible and grab the duffle bag from the back of my closet.
It takes me about an hour to get to the airport, I look overhead at the 'Long Term Parking' sign and I know I am doing the right the thing. I've been waiting ten years for him to show up in town, ten years to make him regret his existence, ten years to tell him what I never got the chance to.
"Ma'am?" the woman standing in front of me asks.
I tear my eyes away from the gossip magazine resting on the counter, "ENGAGED!" it says in bright bold letters across the page, I glance at Tommy Quincy's face and then at Katie Sharpe's, I can deny that they do make a nice couple, "Yes?" I look over the counter to the woman staring at me.
"Your ticket?"
I grab my wallet out of my purse "I don't have one," I start throwing my credit cards in her direction "But please, I need one, no matter what the price, just get me to Croton, Virginia as soon as possible please."
She starts typing away at her computer as my eyes begin to wander back towards the magazine sitting next to me.
"Okay," she takes my credit cards from the counter, "Lets see, you can leave here in about an hour, stopping in Chicago for four and in Burlington by 7:00pm tonight."
I frown, "That's the fasted route there?" I hope she can hear the desperation in my voice.
"Sorry sweetie," she sighs, "this close to Christmas? This is about as good as it gets."
"I'll take it," I sigh as she swipes my card and hands it back to me.
I make way towards the baggage claim, standing in the crowd, waiting for my one suitcase, my carry on duffle bag resting on the floor besides me. The crowd starts to fade and I am the last one standing there, no more baggage to claim,
"Excuse me sir?" I ask the man from the airline standing in the corner with a clipboard? "Was that the last bag?"
"Looks like it," he starts scribbling on his clipboard once again, he senses me still standing there, "See that woman over there?" he points and I nod, "She can help you."
It's determined, my luggage is lost, they will have it delivered to my house the second it arrives she assures me, I highly doubt that. I walk out of the airport, only my duffle in my hand and I wave towards the oncoming taxis. I wrap my arms around my torso—I wasn't prepared for the cold crisp December air. I notice the snow is up to my ankles just as a cab pulls along side the curb in front of me. I crawl in, "Thanks" I rub my hands together for warmth, "Croton please," I rest my head back against the seat as I begin to rehearse my ten year speech in my head deciding what parts to leave out and what parts to emphasize for him to feel my wrath..
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