AN: Well, here's the next chapter! (Yes, I FINALLY got around to writing it!)
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me, except some things like Adele!
Tuck Everlasting: A Different Ending
Chapter 2
The next day Adele awoke as the sun's rays were peeking up behind the small fragment of the forest that hadn't been demolished. She dressed in a blue and white striped long-sleeved shirt and a pair of bootcut jeans, and slipped on a pair of brown sandals before bringing her hair into a messy bun. This was routine, and Adele hardly noticed she was doing it anymore. She dabbed on a tiny bit of makeup and quietly opened the door, hoping not to wake Jesse. About thirty minutes later Jesse climbed down the stairs to find Adele finishing up the pancakes, eggs, and sausage she had been baking.
"Wow, where did you learn to cook like this?" Jesse replied wonderously at all of the well-made food.
"Oh, I've had lots of practice," she replied smiling to herself. "Grab a plate, Jesse, it's almost ready." And a couple of minutes later they were sitting down at the same table that Winnie had eaten dinner at over eighty years before.
"So, where are you off to after this?" Adele inquired.
"I'm not quite sure," Jesse replied. "I was hoping to be able to take your grandmother to the Eiffel Tower when I returned."
"When did you meet my grandmother?" Adele questioned him a little suspiciously. "It can't have been long ago, you don't look a day past seventeen."
"It seems like it has been forever since I last saw your grandmother," Jesse replied calmly. "But in fact, it wasn't quite that long ago. I should have come back here much sooner, but it wasn't safe."
"Wasn't safe?" Adele asked him curiously. "What wasn't safe, if I may ask."
"Oh, let's just say your grandmother and I got in quite a bit of trouble a while back, and it probably wasn't okay for me to return until now," Jesse said. "And I really regret that too."
"You know," Adele spoke up with a thoughtful look adorning her face. "My grandmother did say something about waiting for a certain boy named Jesse to come for her. But it can't have been you. Your name is Jesse Johnson, is it not? My grandmother spoke of a boy by the name of Jesse Tuck." At this, a flicker of hope decorated Jesse's face.
"Yes?" Jesse replied hopefully.
"Yes, but the boy never came," Adele replied knowingly. "It was quite a shame too, it was with him that my mother wanted to be all along."
"There's something I should probably tell you, Adele," Jesse spoke up guiltily. "I haven't been telling you the complete truth this whole time."
"You don't say, Jesse Tuck?" Adele inquired innocently. At this Jesse smiled a wide grin, and it was returned with an identical one from Adele.
"Of course, my grandmother told me the story," Adele replied. "About you and her, falling in love and such. And she never left you in truth, you know. She will always love you, Jesse."
For the next few weeks Jesse remained at the Foster/Jackson home, and in the short time he was there, he felt something he hadn't felt in such a long time it was almost ghostly to him, the feeling of love. It was true, he had fallen in love with this mysterious young woman who was so like her grandmother it was uncanny. And at brunch one day, as the two were seated out on the patio in two black iron chairs, Jesse decided that he had better act upon his instincts. However, he wasn't too sure if Adele returned his feelings. And then there was another problem, if Adele did indeed love Jesse back, she wouldn't be able to be with him anyway, for the spring had been demolished along with the forest. Jesse wouldn't be able to be with anyone, he realized.
"Adele," he whispered, and she looked up at hi alarmed.
"What is it, Jesse?" she replied, with a look of fear on her face.
"Adele, what I had with your grandmother was wonderful," he began. "But it could never be. She got married to someone else, and I kind of knew she would the whole time. What we had was love, but it wasn't a strong enough love to keep her from living her life fulfilled. But Adele, I'm beginning to feel something that I'd forgotten was in my heart all along. I love you, Adele Jackson, and I can never be with you."
"But, Jesse," Adele began.
"No, if I can never be with you, then I'm leaving." And at that, Jesse sprinted quickly out to his motorcycle, all the while with Adele yelling passionately to him. And he took off, knowing that if he couldn't be with her, then he didn't think he could stand being there to watch her grow old.
There's lots more to come, I PROMISE! Just review, and it will be on its way!
THE STORY'S FAR FROM OVER!
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me, except some things like Adele!
Tuck Everlasting: A Different Ending
Chapter 2
The next day Adele awoke as the sun's rays were peeking up behind the small fragment of the forest that hadn't been demolished. She dressed in a blue and white striped long-sleeved shirt and a pair of bootcut jeans, and slipped on a pair of brown sandals before bringing her hair into a messy bun. This was routine, and Adele hardly noticed she was doing it anymore. She dabbed on a tiny bit of makeup and quietly opened the door, hoping not to wake Jesse. About thirty minutes later Jesse climbed down the stairs to find Adele finishing up the pancakes, eggs, and sausage she had been baking.
"Wow, where did you learn to cook like this?" Jesse replied wonderously at all of the well-made food.
"Oh, I've had lots of practice," she replied smiling to herself. "Grab a plate, Jesse, it's almost ready." And a couple of minutes later they were sitting down at the same table that Winnie had eaten dinner at over eighty years before.
"So, where are you off to after this?" Adele inquired.
"I'm not quite sure," Jesse replied. "I was hoping to be able to take your grandmother to the Eiffel Tower when I returned."
"When did you meet my grandmother?" Adele questioned him a little suspiciously. "It can't have been long ago, you don't look a day past seventeen."
"It seems like it has been forever since I last saw your grandmother," Jesse replied calmly. "But in fact, it wasn't quite that long ago. I should have come back here much sooner, but it wasn't safe."
"Wasn't safe?" Adele asked him curiously. "What wasn't safe, if I may ask."
"Oh, let's just say your grandmother and I got in quite a bit of trouble a while back, and it probably wasn't okay for me to return until now," Jesse said. "And I really regret that too."
"You know," Adele spoke up with a thoughtful look adorning her face. "My grandmother did say something about waiting for a certain boy named Jesse to come for her. But it can't have been you. Your name is Jesse Johnson, is it not? My grandmother spoke of a boy by the name of Jesse Tuck." At this, a flicker of hope decorated Jesse's face.
"Yes?" Jesse replied hopefully.
"Yes, but the boy never came," Adele replied knowingly. "It was quite a shame too, it was with him that my mother wanted to be all along."
"There's something I should probably tell you, Adele," Jesse spoke up guiltily. "I haven't been telling you the complete truth this whole time."
"You don't say, Jesse Tuck?" Adele inquired innocently. At this Jesse smiled a wide grin, and it was returned with an identical one from Adele.
"Of course, my grandmother told me the story," Adele replied. "About you and her, falling in love and such. And she never left you in truth, you know. She will always love you, Jesse."
For the next few weeks Jesse remained at the Foster/Jackson home, and in the short time he was there, he felt something he hadn't felt in such a long time it was almost ghostly to him, the feeling of love. It was true, he had fallen in love with this mysterious young woman who was so like her grandmother it was uncanny. And at brunch one day, as the two were seated out on the patio in two black iron chairs, Jesse decided that he had better act upon his instincts. However, he wasn't too sure if Adele returned his feelings. And then there was another problem, if Adele did indeed love Jesse back, she wouldn't be able to be with him anyway, for the spring had been demolished along with the forest. Jesse wouldn't be able to be with anyone, he realized.
"Adele," he whispered, and she looked up at hi alarmed.
"What is it, Jesse?" she replied, with a look of fear on her face.
"Adele, what I had with your grandmother was wonderful," he began. "But it could never be. She got married to someone else, and I kind of knew she would the whole time. What we had was love, but it wasn't a strong enough love to keep her from living her life fulfilled. But Adele, I'm beginning to feel something that I'd forgotten was in my heart all along. I love you, Adele Jackson, and I can never be with you."
"But, Jesse," Adele began.
"No, if I can never be with you, then I'm leaving." And at that, Jesse sprinted quickly out to his motorcycle, all the while with Adele yelling passionately to him. And he took off, knowing that if he couldn't be with her, then he didn't think he could stand being there to watch her grow old.
There's lots more to come, I PROMISE! Just review, and it will be on its way!
THE STORY'S FAR FROM OVER!