I closed my notebook the tears starting again. I never thought he would leave, I never thought that he would leave because I read his journal, maybe he thought I was going to break up with him. I'd tried calling him about eight times at his mother's house. Eight times he hung up as soon as I said "hello" and I couldn't lose him over this. I gathered my things and began to walk back to my house glad that school was out for a week for a Spring break. I smiled one of the many perks of Chilton being the numerous holidays thrown at us. I climbed into bed and slept all night and well into the afternoon. When I woke up I tried calling him; I tried five more times, two hang-ups and three unanswered. I was at my wit end and I needed answers. Remembering that he had email I flicked on my computer logging on to my personal email account.

Jess,

I need to talk to you. Please just hear what I have to say.

Love Rory.

I let my senses go free and began to type out my heart on the lines below.

I need you

I miss you

And now I wonder

If I could fall

Into the sky

Do you think time?

Would pass me by

Cause you know I would walk

A thousand miles if I could just see you tonight

Its all these times like these I think of you

And wonder if you think of me

Everything's so wrong you don't belong

Living in you precious memory.

I don't want to let you know

Don't leave your memory

I don't want to let this go

I read over the poem quickly and pushed send. I checked my email twice that night and tried calling him three more times. No success. None. The next day I checked my email three times and called four times. Still he wouldn't speak to me. That night I decided that I needed to talk to him, he wouldn't talk to me so I pulled out my map and my wallet picking up the phone. Three hours later I had obtained the address and measured the distance on my map. It'd take me approximately four hours to drive there and four hours to get home, give or take a few. All I needed now was a driving buddy and I was all set. I dialed my mom at the inn and explained my plan. "You have my permission as long as you can find someone to go with you. I can't the health inspector is staying here for three days and Michel might have a hernia if I leave him here by himself. He spent the better part of the morning cleaning the tops of the doorframes. When are you leaving?"

"Well if I can find someone to drive with me, tomorrow morning at around six."

"Jeez, Well I'll see you later tonight ok."

I was determined and I needed someone from Chilton. My first thought was Paris; she and I had reached a truce over the course of the year. She wasn't the most understanding person but she was dependable and we'd formed a tentative friendship, something that I was greatly lacking at Chilton. I dialed her number, she, to my surprise, agreed and I promised to pick her up the next morning at six-thirty. She didn't ask many questions and seemed tired, I was sure that she'd grill me the following morning in the car and was saving up her over flow of questions until then. It was at that time I realized how unhappy I sounded, talking to other people. The sooner I reached New Jersey the better the sadness I felt would become a ceaseless flow of melancholy if I didn't.

The following morning I picked up two coffee's at Luke's. He raised his eyebrows at me but thankfully he didn't ask any questions. I could handle few things at the moment and parental questioning was something I needed to avoid for survival. The early morning pink sky set me at peace as I drove to Paris' house sipping my warm coffee, the shadow of a smile tracing my mouth. When I reached Paris' house I grabbed the coffee and my backpack getting into her car. She must've been sitting there for a few minutes because the car became a warm solace from the spring chill. I took off my jacket and handed her a coffee.

"Thanks. Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be, just tell me when you want me to drive." She nodded and drove out of her long, twisting drive way, through the wrought iron gates and onto the highway. I fell asleep and glanced at the clock when I woke up, Paris had been driving for an hour. She glanced over at me, a fait smirk on her face.

"You look like hell."

"Thanks."

"I have a question."

"Only one?" She ignored my comment.

"Why are we driving to New Jersey."

"Well, we are going to get my boyfriend."

"Is he in prison?" She asks cynically.

"God, no." I reply. "You met Jess, right?" She nods. "Well we got in a huge fight and he left town. I've got to talk to him and this is my last attempt at communication. " She nods concentrating on the road again.

"Why am I here?" She asks after a moment of silence.

"I needed someone to drive with." She nods again and we drive in silence for another hour and she pulls over. I drive the rest of the way, after two and a half hours we're sitting outside his house and I open the car door.

*****What will Rory say??******What will Jess do?********Review and you'll find out (as in chapter four will appear!)*********