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Leaving on a Jet-Plane – John Denver

Alice's Pov

All my bags are packed.

I'm ready to go.
I'm standing here outside your door.
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.
But the dawn is breaking
It's early morn.

I stared at Jasper's front door. I shook my head as I walked back to my house to wait for my limo. I desperately wanted to say goodbye to Jasper, but even more I wish I didn't have to say goodbye. I wanted to stay here with Jasper, but he didn't even know I existed. It was moths since we last talked. He would never know how I felt. He would never know how I watched his every move with attention bordering on obsession. Sometimes I could swear he was watching me too, but it had to be my imagination.

I went for another walk around my house, remembering how it looked, how it felt, the smells of the weird incense Mom liked to burn and just how it was. I traced my fingers along photos and laughed as I remembered the memories that went with them.

I came to one of Jasper and me when we were 4 and 6. We were sitting on the trampoline next to each other, dripping wet after swimming in the pool. We each had an ice-cream, mine was chocolate, his strawberry. We were laughing as we both stretched out our arm to the other one so we could taste each other's ice-creams. We both had pink and brown smudges all over our faces. Tears sprang to my eyes as I looked at us. I picked up another one of us. He was 8 and I was 6. We were walking through the trees behind Jasper's house. Our backs were to the camera as we made our way hand in hand towards our cubby. (a/n A cubby is sort of like a tree-house, but it's one the ground.) I ouched my finger tips to his head and traced the beloved shape.

"I'm going to miss him so much." I whispered. I looked at a few more pictures from my childhood, ones with Jasper, the Cullen boys-Emmett and Edward, Rosalie, Bella and a few other people. I walked into my parents' room and knelt down beside my mother.

"Mom?" I whispered until she became half-awake. "Can I take some of the pictures?" She nodded sleepily so I kissed her cheek and danced out of the room. I took almost every single one of Jasper and me, ranging from when he was 3 to 22. That was the most recent picture I had of him.

I pulled back my curtain to look at his house. I could see people moving around so I thought about going over there. But what would I say?!

Hello Jasper. I've practically been stalking you. I'm also in love with you and never want to leave your side. Please tell me to stay! Pick me! Choose me! Love me! Great, that would be lovely, just dandy as if quoting Greys Anatomy was bad enough.

Another hour past as I sat around waiting for the stupid limo to get here. I didn't want to leave!!

"You were the one who wanted to be a fashion designer." I reminded myself. Finally the limo pulled up outside and a man who really needed a haircut started loading my many bags into the boot. I looked longingly at Jasper's house. I stood in the doorway, just watching, memorising his house.

The limo's waiting.
He's blowing his horn.
Already I'm so lonesome
I could die

The driver called out, telling me to hurry up. As I stepped out of the doorway and onto the path I looked to Jasper's window. I could see his friends crowded around him, but I was only focusing on him. Our eyes locked and like a magnet I was caught. I stepped into the limo with out breaking eye contact.

I turned around and kneeled on the seat. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched the man I loved fade into the distance.

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

But I know he wouldn't. Even if it wasn't too late, he probably didn't think of me like that. I sniffled quietly the whole way to the airport. Leaving my little home town of Tennessee, I was headed to New York… ew. I would miss my home. I was starting to realise how much I'd miss.

Why leave then? Because I had to be a major fashion designer. Fashion Designer .vs. Mrs. Alice Whitlock? Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! This is what I wanted.

'cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, Ill think of you
Every song I sing, Ill sing for you

I had to come back. I knew that much. I would come back… I hope.

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