AN: Both poems in chapters 3 and 4 are credited to Vanessa Carlton

The gravel crunches under my feet as I walk up to the small yellow house standing in front of me. Everything seems to be very neat looking and quaint. I smiled with the realization that Jess grew up in a yellow house. The sun is shining and I begin to sweat, stripping my heavy sweater off, delaying the inevitable. I walk up the creaky stairs and knock on the door. Waiting a few minutes, there isn't any answer. I knock again and still I hear nothing from the inside of the house. I glance at Paris who is sitting in the passenger seat her face buried in the Iliad. I knock one more time banging as loudly as I can on the steel front door. I turn and walk back to the car getting into the driver seat I pull out of the drive way and park across the street. Paris looks up at me. " I take it the mission was unsuccessful,"

"Well, there wasn't anyone home."

"Now what?"

"Now we wait." She silently turns back to her book that she is now reading for the eleventh time. She's different, this friend of mine. I climb into the back seat the smooth leather silky under my skin, just the right temperature. I take out a notebook and my journal reading through it again, memorizing the poem he wrote for me, once upon a time, when everything was perfect. Inspiration flows through my pen and it moves across the page, scribbling and crossing out for ten minutes until my masterpiece is at hand.

Then you walked into my life

And showed what needed to be shown

And I always knew what was right I just didn't know that I might

Peel away and choose to see with such a different light

I will never see the sky the same way

And I will learn to say good-bye to yesterday

And I will never cease to fly if held down

I will always reach to high

Cause I 've seen twilight

Never cared never wanted

never sought to see what flaunted

So on purpose so in my face couldn't see beyond my own ways

And it was amazing not to be held

I could whatever came between these shallow days

I will never see the sky the same way

And I will learn to say good-bye to yesterday

And I will never cease to fly if held down

I will always reach to high

Cause I 've seen twilight

As the sun shines thorough and pushed away and pushes ahead

Fills the warmth of the blue and leaves a chill instead and

I know that I could be so blind to all that is so real

and as allusioned eyes I see that there is so much to be revealed

I will never see the sky the same way

And I will learn to say good-bye to yesterday

And I will never cease to fly if held down

I will always reach to high

Cause I 've seen twilight

His poem acting as a refrain, a beautiful one I created a weird song like poem. It was really abstract but I knew that he could understand, if he gave me the chance. I copied the poem out again and began to write a message beneath it, something from my heart that I had no control over.

I know I don't deserve a second chance, I know that I shouldn't have read you're journal and I'm honestly sorry but I know that this runs deeper than that. I just want to talk to you. Please. Call this number. 670- 6798. If you care about me at all anymore.

Thankful that Paris had brought her cell phone and we had some form of telecommunication I ran across the street, folding the note and poem into a square with his name on the front. Dropping it through the mail slot I race back to the car, a feeling of raw emotion taking me over I sink in the back of her car again, tears running down my face. Paris hands we a tissue and glances up the street. "Is that him?" She asks glancing at a lone figure trekking down the street towards the yellow house adjacent to us. I sink down flattening myself against the back seat.

"That's him."

"Aren't you going to talk to him?"

"I'm going to give him an hour to read the note and decide if he wants to talk to me. Do you want to get something to eat?"

"I need a walk, pick something up for me, be back in thirty?" I nod and drive away. I found out later on what happened.

Paris stormed up the walk of the yellow house pounding on the door trying to look intimidating, as usual. He opens the door and rolls his eyes, a ball of paper in his fist. "What do you want Paris."

"I want you to talk to her."

"I don't see why this has anything to do with you, run along."

"Bite me, your act is boring. You're just as upset as she is."

"Screw you, get off my property before I call the cops." He turned to close the door but she stuck her foot in it.

"I didn't wake up at five thirty this morning to drive up here for nothing. Talk to her, you're scared, so is she." With that she stormed down the steps and left the area walking twice around the block. Waiting for me to return. When I drive up she gets in and doesn't say anything to me about what she did.

After another half hour we're both scowling up at the house waiting for something to happen. Finally the door opens and my heart leaps in my throut, I feel sick. He crosses the lawn and knocks on Paris's tinted window. She jumps out of the car and he sits down. I glance at her retreating back wishing, for the first time, that I was with Paris instead of Jess.

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