As usual i don't own any of them.
A Voice From The Past
Jamie sat with his head against
the window watching the sun rise over the streets of LA. He mindlessly
strummed his guitar as he let himself slip once again into the past. He
tried to remember exactly what had happened to him in the last five years
that brought him to where he was sitting. How had the time gone by so fast.
After graduation, he took off
for the summer, weaving his way acrss the country on his motorcycle in
the vain hopes of getting Catie out of his head. But, everywhere he went,
there she was in the front of his mind. He toyed with the idea of trying
to track her down, but, judging from her reaction on graduation, he was
quite sure that she didn't want to see him.
So with that he had headed back
to California to continue with his life. Jamie and Val had both decided
to go to UCLA for medical school, and in the first couple months or so
that they were there, they became fairly close. Val kept him informed on
what Catie was doing and how her art classes were going, and Val listened
to the songs that he wrote about Catie as a kind of therapy. Of course
he never imagined that those personal songs would be played for the whole
country to hear, but he liked it that way. It made him realize that everyone
gets their hearts broken and he wasn't alone.
After the first semester though,
Val decided that she was in love. Unfortunately that man live on the opposite
end of the country, so she had made the decision to leave LA for Boston.
Despite the fact that he knew he was losing another friend, he encouraged
Val to go. He knew that she'd regret it if she didn't.
Sure enough, six months later
she called him and asked that he come to her wedding. He had declined,
knowing if he went Catie might not have and that Val needed her more than
she needed Jamie. He wandered through the next few years almost like a
machine, he'd go to class, then come home and play his guitar. He was alone,
there was no question about that.
After he graduated pre-med,
he took some time off and started playing some of his music at clubs near
the campus. One night he had a man come up and offer to "make him a star".
To Jamie's suprise, that man had kept his promise, his music was now being
played all over the area for millions to hear.
"So you'd think that I would
be happy," Jamie said to himself in the empty apartment.
Just then his eyes caught on
the picture over his mantle. It was a shot taken outside the station the
morning of graduation. The squad plus Catie all smiled back at him, all
dressed in their caps and gowns. He would give anything to see them all
again. To know how their lives were going. He' even lost touch with Val,
his last commection to his life in Kingsport.
With a sigh, he got up to get
a cup of coffie. as he walked passed the door, a pile of letters slid through
the mail slot. Relieved to have something to do, he sifted through the
pile of junk mail and bills. One letter caught his attention though. His
name and address were printed neatly on the front of the white envelope,
and the return address simply read Kingsport, CA. Curious as to what was
inside, Jamie opened the envelope and carefully read it's contents.
*********************Meanwhile at Catie and Tyler's*****************
"Mail call," Catie called as
she walked in the apartment. She held a pile of envelopes in one hand and
the morning paper in the other. "Looks like someone finally figured out
that you moved." she replied jokingly handing him a plain envelope bearing
his name that rested on the top of the pile. She threw the rest of the
mail down and headed to the kitchen for some juice.
Tyler turned to the pile of
envelopes and pulled out an envelope almost identical to the one in his
hand. "Hey you got one of these letters too," he called to her.
"That's wierd, where are they
from?" she asked walking in and scooping the letter off the table.
"Kingsport?" They said in unison.
**************************************************************
Val sat silently on the edge
of her bed, watching her husband sleep. He seemed fo peaceful, so happy.
He was perfect. She had known that since the day that they were married.
She had the kind of life that she had always imagined for herself. She
couldn't help but be happy.
Suddenly a beam of light from
the hallway fell across the bed. "Mommy," a quiet voice said from the doorway.
A small sillowet stood in the doorway, clutching a worn teddy bear.
"Shhh honey, daddy's still asleep,"
Val whispered as she crossed the room and picked her daughter up and carried
her down the hall of the apartment, closing the door to her bedroom so
as not to dirupt her husband.
"Cartoons mommy," the little
girl said impatiently, sqwirming from her mother's arms until Val had no
choice but to return her to the ground. The girl then wobbled her way into
the living room and sat in front of the telivision, waiting for Val to
turn it on. Once she did, Val stood back and watched as her three-year-old's
eyes lit up when big bird made his way onto the screen.
After a minute, she headed out
the door into the morning air to get the mail from the morning. She threw
the pile onto the table mindlessly and headed for the kitchen. "Victoria,"
she called to her daughter, "Do you want to help me make daddy some pancakes?"
In response, she heard little
feet thumping against the wooden floor as the small girl appeared before
her. "I take that as a yes," Val smiled, grabbing for the ingredients.
Twenty minutes later, a stack
of warm pancakes sat on the table with three plates and a pitcher of orange
juice. "Well, let's go wake Daddy up huh?" she proposed. Before she
even finished her sentence, Victoria had started down the hall screaming
"Daddy, Daddy." As she started to walk down the hall after her, a letter
on the table caught her attention.
"Kingsport?" she wispered outloud.
"What about Kingsport?" a deep
voice asked from behind her.
She held up the letter for her
husband to see. He grabbed it from her, placing a soft kiss on her lips.
"Let's see what it is," He said
opening the envelope.
Still intrigued? Just let me know and i promise
another chapter. I hope it makes sense, cause it's really late, so if not
i'm sorry.