Hey yall :)
So this is my first story.
I kinda became dissaponted after I had finished reading all the good Jibety stories here. I kept checking back wanting more. Then, I finally realized I should write one myself. "Don't wait for change to happen. Be the change you want to see." (I think Emma said that once… or something like that)
So I am a new follower of the show, since season 9. I heard about JT and Liberty and immediately became obsessed.
SO, sorry for my little backstory. But ya I am going to do a Jiberty fic.
I think at least one chapter is going to be what I think yall call a "songfic." This is NOT going to be a "one-shot" (sorry, had to use some fan fiction lingo I picked up from literally being addicted to this site). And it is going to be, of course, a fantasy in which JT lives. I think this is going to be quite long. So stay with me. And I PROMISE you: I will never forget about this no matter what. If it takes me a while to update, I am sorry. I have school. But I will update as soon as I can!
Here we go!
(JT POV)
It was one of those times when you know your dreaming. One, because it kept replaying in my head. Two, because sometimes, the ending changed, for the better of course, because I didn't think the big finale in my dream could be any worse than reality. Yes. I may be dreaming, but I remember exactly what had happened.
Pissed. It both described how I was feeling and why I was feeling it. I started to wipe Johnny DiMarco's pee off of my car with my white shirt, when I heard the red-headed kid behind me mumble something. Then rapid footsteps. Running footsteps. A mumble and footsteps. The last I heard before I felt a sharp pain in my back, followed by warm blood flowing down. I collapsed against the car door.
Before my vision began to blur, I saw the two punks running away. I lay there, trying to keep everything straight. Where was I? Outside… of Liberty's. Why was I here? Liberty. To tell Liberty I love her. I swear someone should make this into a movie. I lay there. There was nothing I could do. I would die here. Dead. Gone forever. This was my last moment and I was just laying here thinking? I tried to move. My pinky finger was all that would budge, I couldn't even describe the pain I was feeling in my back right now. Couldn't I just die already? I wish it were over. Hurry up JT! Get on with it!
I heard a thump. Before I knew what was happening, I felt someone's arms around me, pulling me forward. And screaming. I couldn't process what they were saying. I wanted to know who my savior was, that is, if it wasn't too late. I opened my eyes (I hadn't even realized they were closed) and everything was a blur, but I could make out the person's figure. And I knew it well. It was none other than Liberty VanZandt. She was crying and screaming for help. She was holding me in her arms. Not exactly in a gentle way, but figuratively, it was quite romantic.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Now in my dreams, I had jumped up and declared my love for Liberty. In another we ran off and got married. We had five kids in the next. Back in reality, I had been stabbed in the back after stabbing Liberty in the heart. Not really the ending I had preferred. Was it that big of a mistake? Was that why I couldn't get those five to ten minutes out of my head? Maybe that was it. Maybe I was dead and this was my punishment. I had to spend eternity dwelling on what might have happened. What might have happened if I had risked it. What might have happened if I had gone out on a limb. What might have happened if I had just manned up and told Liberty that I was absolutely crazy – no, crazy wasn't good enough – absolutely insane for her. Too late now.
Or was it? Maybe I was alive. Maybe I was just dreaming, like in my sleep. That's it. I was asleep and I was dreaming. Just keep telling yourself that JT. Maybe it will happen.
So, the dream apparently stopped replaying. It was almost like I was… thinking. You can't really think in your sleep can you? It all seemed like pretty logical thinking to me. But what else could it be? Here I was, having a controversial conversation with myself; in Heaven or sleep I didn't know.
I tried to wake myself up from whatever I was in. I tried to think of reality. Liberty sprang into my head. Liberty, the girl I was in love with, yet I was too much of a coward to admit it, possibly killing myself because of that cowardice. I was in love. Can you even feel love in dreams? I don't think so… That's it. I am in love. Presently. I love Liberty. I love Liberty. I kept repeating the thought in my head. Eventually, I started to become aware of my surroundings. I heard a steady beeping, I felt a cool softness. I was somewhere. I was alive. And Liberty was what brought me back.
Hey. Hope yall liked the first chapter. Sorry if you prefer dialogue, but I always wondered what JT was thinking in those last few moments. That is why I am entitling this chapter: Pondering. If anyone at all is out there reading this, I am doing it for you.
Please review, it would mean the world to me. Sorry if I'm not that awesome of a writer to you.
I have no idea where this story is going, so just hang in there. I am going to TRY to update once a day. I cannot wait for tomorrow!
… I think I may have chapter two up tonight. ;)
Love yall.
PS: I added that last sentence when I was going over it. I thought it was cute :)
ALSO: This story is dedicated to: Soldier for the living. I love you! Go check out Soldier for the living's stories, they are the latest (some continuing) Jiberty stories here. You are my inspiration. PS to you: update your last amazing story!
Bye!