Okay, so I'm kinda wondering if I can cram the rest of the story into three chapters, so I'm thinking that I might even add a part 9. This is, by far, the longest fic I've written (even if I don't add the extra chapter ...). It's really amazing how far a great idea can take you :) So I hope you enjoy part six :)
Jackson sat outside the door of the rest stop, doing homework and keeping his eye on the road. He had been doing this for a few hours every night for the past week. Was he obsessed? Maybe, but he had to see her again.
But what if he didn't? It was quite possible that she wouldn't come to this rest stop again, especially considering the fact that this place looked exactly like every other rest stop that lined the road. Of course, he just couldn't pass up the chance.
His head snapped up at the sound of a motorcycle going by, but it wasn't her.
He sighed. Might as well call it a night and try again tomorrow. He gathered up his books and started to walk toward his car, but was startled by a whimper coming from behind him.
When he turned around, he saw a medium-sized, brown dog. With his head cocked to the side and his dark brown eyes looking up pleadingly, the little guy was just too much.
Jackson put down his books and took a look at the dog's ID tags. The first one he saw was an ornamental one that said, "Scientist's Best Friend." The next one had his name, Gabriel.
"Hey, Gabriel," Jackson said as he petted the dog, "you wanna stay at my place until we find out who your owner is?"
Gabriel wagged his tail and let out an excited bark.
Jackson laughed, "Okay, then, let's go."
He picked up his books again and opened his car so Gabriel could jump in. Then he got himself in the car and drove back toward Gateway, Colorado.
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Jackson had the phone number copied from Gabriel's ID tag. He figured the owner would want to get their dog back as quickly as possible.
He punched in the number and waited.
Ring . . . ring . . . ring . . . "Hello, this is Miranda Fiegelsteen's apartment. Sorry you missed me. I'm in Oregon and I should be back in a couple of days." Beeeep.
Jackson put the phone on the receiver and turned toward Gabriel who had stretched himself out on the couch and was now fast asleep. He stood there for a minute in surprise, still digesting the information he had been given.
"You're a pretty lucky dog, aren't you?" he said to the sleeping dog. He then went up to bed.
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Jackson was once again out at the rest stop. This time, he was accompanied by Gabriel. He was basically just letting the dog run around the area while he scanned the horizon repeatedly, hoping for some sign of Miranda.
Then he realized that it would probably be a good idea for him to get to his homework. He opened his Anatomy book and began working on the terms. He had a vocab quiz the next day and he didn't want to mess up.
Meanwhile, Gabriel was out by the picnic table, chasing squirrels and just being a dog. After a little while, he decided to pick a sunny spot and rest for a little while. But once he settled himself, he heard something familiar and started running toward it and barking.
It was a motorcycle coming up the ramp with a little trailer at the end.
Now isn't that a coincidence? ::hehehe:: I love writing this stuff :) It's so much fun :) Well, anywho, I should have part 7 out in a matter of days because I'm still getting a lot of ideas :)
Jackson sat outside the door of the rest stop, doing homework and keeping his eye on the road. He had been doing this for a few hours every night for the past week. Was he obsessed? Maybe, but he had to see her again.
But what if he didn't? It was quite possible that she wouldn't come to this rest stop again, especially considering the fact that this place looked exactly like every other rest stop that lined the road. Of course, he just couldn't pass up the chance.
His head snapped up at the sound of a motorcycle going by, but it wasn't her.
He sighed. Might as well call it a night and try again tomorrow. He gathered up his books and started to walk toward his car, but was startled by a whimper coming from behind him.
When he turned around, he saw a medium-sized, brown dog. With his head cocked to the side and his dark brown eyes looking up pleadingly, the little guy was just too much.
Jackson put down his books and took a look at the dog's ID tags. The first one he saw was an ornamental one that said, "Scientist's Best Friend." The next one had his name, Gabriel.
"Hey, Gabriel," Jackson said as he petted the dog, "you wanna stay at my place until we find out who your owner is?"
Gabriel wagged his tail and let out an excited bark.
Jackson laughed, "Okay, then, let's go."
He picked up his books again and opened his car so Gabriel could jump in. Then he got himself in the car and drove back toward Gateway, Colorado.
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Jackson had the phone number copied from Gabriel's ID tag. He figured the owner would want to get their dog back as quickly as possible.
He punched in the number and waited.
Ring . . . ring . . . ring . . . "Hello, this is Miranda Fiegelsteen's apartment. Sorry you missed me. I'm in Oregon and I should be back in a couple of days." Beeeep.
Jackson put the phone on the receiver and turned toward Gabriel who had stretched himself out on the couch and was now fast asleep. He stood there for a minute in surprise, still digesting the information he had been given.
"You're a pretty lucky dog, aren't you?" he said to the sleeping dog. He then went up to bed.
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Jackson was once again out at the rest stop. This time, he was accompanied by Gabriel. He was basically just letting the dog run around the area while he scanned the horizon repeatedly, hoping for some sign of Miranda.
Then he realized that it would probably be a good idea for him to get to his homework. He opened his Anatomy book and began working on the terms. He had a vocab quiz the next day and he didn't want to mess up.
Meanwhile, Gabriel was out by the picnic table, chasing squirrels and just being a dog. After a little while, he decided to pick a sunny spot and rest for a little while. But once he settled himself, he heard something familiar and started running toward it and barking.
It was a motorcycle coming up the ramp with a little trailer at the end.
Now isn't that a coincidence? ::hehehe:: I love writing this stuff :) It's so much fun :) Well, anywho, I should have part 7 out in a matter of days because I'm still getting a lot of ideas :)