Chapter 2 A better day then before

Ms. Edmunds arrived at the museum, she got out of the car, and closed the door, and Jess opened the door on his side. And got out, but kept the door open for Leslie.

Leslie undid her seatbelt, and got out of the car, and stood in front of Jess.

Jess stared at Leslie, and his jaw dropped. Jess's heart felt a warm feeling. Leslie was beautiful to Jess, but now that he was seeing her again, she was only more beautiful then before.

Leslie waved her hand in front of Jess's face, and said, "Hello? Earth to Jess. Hello?"

Jess snapped out of it, and said, "What? Oh yeah, sorry about that."

Leslie moved a few feet. Jess closed the car door. Jess had already lived 37 years of his life. Now, he was going to be able to relive them, but this time, with his angel. With his sunshine. For Leslie to Jess, was an angel. To Jess, her blond hair was as bright as the sun, and as coulerful as a dandelion.

Jess smiled, he thought, "Leslie's an angel. Not only is she beautiful on the outside! She has beauty inside, more then skin-deep. How am I going to tell Leslie I love her? This isn't going to be easy."

Jess, having lived 37 years of his life, knew that his feelings for Leslie were far deeper then that time he saw her running to her house in the rain. Jess had already gone through puberty. So he already knew that some of his feelings for Leslie were well…I'll just say…kind of adult for a boy that was 11 years old. That is, if you can call living through 37 years of your life, then being sent back, and being a kid again, eleven years old. Or, should it be still be 50 years old? You be the judge.

Anyway, Jess stood there, a huge smile on his face. Leslie said, "Jess, hello? Jess! Hey Jess!"

Jess replied with the smile disappearing from his face, "What?"

Leslie replied, "Come on, let's go inside the art museum already. I don't want to stand here forever waiting for you to get out of fantasyland, or wherever you are."

Leslie was right, Jess was in fantasyland. He thought of things about him and Leslie, um…things better left unwrote. Due to the fact that he technically is eleven, so I'd rather…not mention such horrid things.

Jess said, "Alright then, let's go in the building."

Leslie walked over to Jess, and she stood besides him. Jess turned around, and held Leslie's hand. Ms. Edmunds said, "Alright you two, let's go in the museum." Jess and Leslie walked over to Ms. Edmunds, and stood besides her. Then the three walked over to the art museum.

Leslie's hand felt nice in Jess's to Jess. Jess felt a warm feeling go through his body. Like a weird feeling, a feeling of security, a feeling that was nice, good. But one that was scary to Jess.

Even though Jess had already lived thirty-seven years of his life, he had never gotten close with anyone. How could he? After his friend Leslie's death, Jess refused to ever get close to anyone when he got older. He stayed away from the girls. Even when he was an adult, he stayed away from woman.

Guys would call him gay, or strange, and other names. Jess would always get mad. But he never told them the reason that he stayed away from people.

After Leslie's death, Jess carried a picture of her in a necklace, in a golden heart.

He would open the golden heart on rare occasions, and would look at Leslie.

Her green eyes, as green as leaves. Her sunshine blond hair. Jess would cry whenever he looked at the picture of Leslie.

He would close the golden heart, and put the necklace back in his pocket, or around his neck. But Jess didn't need the necklace with the golden heart with Leslie's picture in it anymore. Leslie was with Jess again. The same Leslie Jess had been friends with a year.

Before that tragic day. But now the tragic day was no more. Jess had been sent back, he changed his life, his mistake. For Leslie was here, safe. Nothing would separate Jess from Leslie again. Not even death could stop his love for Leslie. As it failed to the last time.

Ms. Edmunds, Jess, and Leslie went in the art museum.

The day was good. The museum was boring to Leslie, or at least, not the best it could've been.

But at least was with Jess.

Leslie had been in love with Jess ever since the first time she saw him. But she kept it a secret. Even now, when they had been friends for a year. How could Leslie tell Jess that she loved him?

Jess probably didn't even know what love was. Or did he?

Later that day, they got home. Jess and Leslie's parents were on the porch of Leslie's house. Jess got out of the car, and left the door open for Leslie. He walked about fourteen feet.

Leslie got out of the car, and walked a feet, and closed the door. Ms. Edmunds stopped her car's engine.

Then she opened door by here, and got out. She turned around, and walked a few feet away from the door, and closed it.

Jess's dad walked down the steps of Leslie's house's porch.

Ms. Edmunds walked over to Jess's dad.

Jess's dad Jack said, "Were have you three been?"

Jess was glad to see his dad again. For he had not seen his dad in fifteen years, maybe more, or less.

Jess said, "Dad, Ms. Edmunds took Leslie and I to the art museum."

Jess's dad said, "Well, you should've said were you three were going. Your mom and I found you missing, so we came here, and talked to Leslie's parents. And they said that Ms. Edmunds took you two to the art museum. Who the hell is this woman anyway?"

Jess replied, "Dad, she's mine, and Leslie's teacher."

Jack looked at Ms. Edmunds, and said, "Is she now?"

Jack looked back at Jess. Jess nodded.

Jack said, "Well, me, your mom, and Leslie's parents don't even know Ms. Edmunds. So, we should get to know her."

Ms. Edmunds stayed for hours at Leslie's house, with Jess and Leslie there.

Ms. Edmunds, and Jess and Leslie's parents got to know each other well.

The five became friends with each other, almost instantly.

Jess sat by Leslie the entire time, holding her hands.

Jack looked at Jess, and saw Jess look at Leslie. Jack noticed how Jess was looking at Leslie. The way how he sometimes looked at Jess's mom.

Jack thought, "Am I seeing things? Or is Jess looking at Leslie that way? Is he in love with Leslie? I'll ask him later."

Later that night when they were home, Jack talked to Jess in the living room.

Jack said, "Sit down, son."

Jess sat on a chair.

Jess said, "What is it dad?"

Jack replied, "Jess, I saw how you were looking at Leslie today. You were looking at her the way I sometimes look at your mom."

Jess swallowed. He thought, "Crap. What am I going to say? I can't say, "I'm in love with Leslie. She died; I lived for thirty-seven years without her. I became a police officer. A criminal shot me. I went to heaven, then Jesus sent me back, and I saved Leslie. You know the rest." No, I just have to say, "Yes, dad. I was." That's enough honesty."

Jess said, "Yes, dad. I, uh, I did look at Leslie that way you uh, sometimes look at mom."

The words didn't come out the way Jess planned them. They came out all slowly. Jess was nervous, so the words came out nervously.

Jack said, "Jess, I'm not mad that you looked at Leslie that way. I'm just surprised, shocked really that you, someone your age looked at Leslie that way. What is it? Do you love her?"

Jess nodded. He did love Leslie; he was also in love with Ms. Edmunds, or once was before he got sent back, and before Leslie's death. But if he loved her now, that is unknown. Even by me.

Jess wondered if he should tell his dad the entire truth. Everything, but he decided against it. He wasn't going to tell his dad what happened. How could he, his dad would think that Jess was some kind of crazy kid. When Jess was younger, he had told his dad that he wanted to be an artist. He thought that he would be impressed. He wasn't.

Jack wanted Jess to be a police officer, or something else, anything besides an artist. So when Jess grew up, he became a police officer. This was before Jess got sent back.

Jack said, "Don't worry Jess. I'm glad that you're in love with Leslie. Surprised really. How long have you been in love with her?"

Jess replied, "Since yesterday." Jess lied; it had actually been thirty-seven years. But Jess wasn't going to say how long it had really been.

Jack said, "Whoa, from the way you looked at Leslie, I'd say it been something like, well, thirty-seven years. Or something. Jess, is there something you're not telling me?"

Author's note

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