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Part III: Conclusion
Jack finally made it back to the apartment, out of breath, and carrying two very heavy bags of groceries. It had taken him longer than he'd thought to get everything he needed. He was about to put the bag of groceries down to unlock the door, when it swung open.
A very frantic Cindy was on the other side. "JACK!"
"Cindy!" Jack mimicked her as he walked past her and headed towards the kitchen. His arms were about to fall off.
Cindy was close behind his heels, nearly bumping into him every other step. "Jack, haven't you heard a word I've said?"
Jack's tongue hung out in exhaustion and he draped himself over a chair, and rested for a bit. He finally looked at Cindy, who had sat in the chair in front of him. "Uh, you said, 'Jack.'"
"Can't you read between the lines, Jack?"
Jack thumped his head on the table. "Listen, Cindy, I can't talk right now, I need to make a dinner for Janet and--"
"OH!" Cindy wailed.
"What's wrong?"
"Janet's gone!"
Jack stood up at her words, banging his knee on the kitchen table. "What?!"
"Yeah, she left a note saying she was going to her parents!"
"Oh," Jack relaxed, and sat down again. "Then it's just a visit. How long is she going to be there?"
"Forever! She took all her stuff!"
Jack couldn't move. Janet leaving forever? He couldn't imagine his life without Janet! Larry was his friend, but he'd sell him out if a good deal -- or a good-looking woman -- came along. Janet was his best friend no matter what. They'd lived together for four years, he could tell her anything, he loved her.
Jack stood up at his realization. He loved her! He was in love with Janet! "Cindy, I'm going to find Janet. I've got to get her to come back!"
Cindy cheered, "Great! I'm going with you!"
"No, I need to do this by myself."
"Why?"
"Because I've got to tell Janet something."
"What?"
"Cindy, would you mind your own business?" But then Jack smiled, wanting to tell someone how he felt. "I'm in love with Janet."
"Oh, I knew that."
"What?"
"Chrissy told me."
"What?!" Jack decided to deal with that later. Right now, he had to find Janet!
~*~
Janet sat on Mr. Furley's couch, her bags at her feet. Mr. Furley had tried to tell some of his jokes, but nothing cheered her up. He was now sitting next to her, feeling as blue as she did, but not knowing why.
He tried again to get her to talk. "What's wrong, Janet?"
Janet sighed. "Mr. Furley." She was going to tell him to mind his own business -- in a nice way, of course -- but she changed her mind. Maybe it would be good if she talked to someone. "Have you ever loved someone that didn't love you back?"
"Well." Mr. Furley's eyes widened. "Oh, Janet. I didn't know you felt that way. Darn these good looks of mine. But you don't have to leave just because you're in love with me!"
Janet busted out laughing. "Mr. Furley, I'm not in love with you!"
"You're not? Then who are you in love with?"
"Jack."
Mr. Furley's eyes widened again. "Jack! But he's.. you know."
Janet slumped on the couch. "Never mind, Mr. Furley. Forget I said anything."
"Okay," Mr. Furley mumbled. "Kids these days."
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm going to get the door."
"There's no one at the door."
But just then, there was a knock. Janet looked at Mr. Furley. "How'd you know?"
"I have IST." He stood up, and walked over to open the door. "Oh, hi, Cindy!"
"Cindy?"
"Janet?!" Cindy pushed past Mr. Furley. "I thought you went to your parents'."
"I missed the last bus. The next one doesn't leave until an hour from now. And I didn't want to be at the apartment when Jack got back."
"He's at the bus station looking for you!"
"What? Why?"
"Because.." Cindy looked from Mr. Furley and back at Janet. "Ehay oveslay ouyay."
"Hey, no fair speaking French!" Mr. Furley complained.
"He -- he told you that?"
"Yep! But I already knew. Chrissy told me."
"She--" Janet stopped. "When did Jack leave?"
"About ten minutes ago."
"Thanks for everything, Mr. Furley! I'll see you later!"
~*~
Jack sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs at the bus station, his ticket in hand. He had practiced different ways to tell Janet he loved her, but they all seemed lame.
"Going somewhere, Jack?"
Jack turned around at the sound of her voice, a big smile on his face. "Janet!"
"Cindy told me I'd find you here. She also told me."
"That I love you?"
"Yeah. So if I kiss you now you won't get that deer in the headlights look again?"
Jack grinned. "Why don't you kiss me and find out?"
And she did.
~The End~
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Part III: Conclusion
Jack finally made it back to the apartment, out of breath, and carrying two very heavy bags of groceries. It had taken him longer than he'd thought to get everything he needed. He was about to put the bag of groceries down to unlock the door, when it swung open.
A very frantic Cindy was on the other side. "JACK!"
"Cindy!" Jack mimicked her as he walked past her and headed towards the kitchen. His arms were about to fall off.
Cindy was close behind his heels, nearly bumping into him every other step. "Jack, haven't you heard a word I've said?"
Jack's tongue hung out in exhaustion and he draped himself over a chair, and rested for a bit. He finally looked at Cindy, who had sat in the chair in front of him. "Uh, you said, 'Jack.'"
"Can't you read between the lines, Jack?"
Jack thumped his head on the table. "Listen, Cindy, I can't talk right now, I need to make a dinner for Janet and--"
"OH!" Cindy wailed.
"What's wrong?"
"Janet's gone!"
Jack stood up at her words, banging his knee on the kitchen table. "What?!"
"Yeah, she left a note saying she was going to her parents!"
"Oh," Jack relaxed, and sat down again. "Then it's just a visit. How long is she going to be there?"
"Forever! She took all her stuff!"
Jack couldn't move. Janet leaving forever? He couldn't imagine his life without Janet! Larry was his friend, but he'd sell him out if a good deal -- or a good-looking woman -- came along. Janet was his best friend no matter what. They'd lived together for four years, he could tell her anything, he loved her.
Jack stood up at his realization. He loved her! He was in love with Janet! "Cindy, I'm going to find Janet. I've got to get her to come back!"
Cindy cheered, "Great! I'm going with you!"
"No, I need to do this by myself."
"Why?"
"Because I've got to tell Janet something."
"What?"
"Cindy, would you mind your own business?" But then Jack smiled, wanting to tell someone how he felt. "I'm in love with Janet."
"Oh, I knew that."
"What?"
"Chrissy told me."
"What?!" Jack decided to deal with that later. Right now, he had to find Janet!
~*~
Janet sat on Mr. Furley's couch, her bags at her feet. Mr. Furley had tried to tell some of his jokes, but nothing cheered her up. He was now sitting next to her, feeling as blue as she did, but not knowing why.
He tried again to get her to talk. "What's wrong, Janet?"
Janet sighed. "Mr. Furley." She was going to tell him to mind his own business -- in a nice way, of course -- but she changed her mind. Maybe it would be good if she talked to someone. "Have you ever loved someone that didn't love you back?"
"Well." Mr. Furley's eyes widened. "Oh, Janet. I didn't know you felt that way. Darn these good looks of mine. But you don't have to leave just because you're in love with me!"
Janet busted out laughing. "Mr. Furley, I'm not in love with you!"
"You're not? Then who are you in love with?"
"Jack."
Mr. Furley's eyes widened again. "Jack! But he's.. you know."
Janet slumped on the couch. "Never mind, Mr. Furley. Forget I said anything."
"Okay," Mr. Furley mumbled. "Kids these days."
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm going to get the door."
"There's no one at the door."
But just then, there was a knock. Janet looked at Mr. Furley. "How'd you know?"
"I have IST." He stood up, and walked over to open the door. "Oh, hi, Cindy!"
"Cindy?"
"Janet?!" Cindy pushed past Mr. Furley. "I thought you went to your parents'."
"I missed the last bus. The next one doesn't leave until an hour from now. And I didn't want to be at the apartment when Jack got back."
"He's at the bus station looking for you!"
"What? Why?"
"Because.." Cindy looked from Mr. Furley and back at Janet. "Ehay oveslay ouyay."
"Hey, no fair speaking French!" Mr. Furley complained.
"He -- he told you that?"
"Yep! But I already knew. Chrissy told me."
"She--" Janet stopped. "When did Jack leave?"
"About ten minutes ago."
"Thanks for everything, Mr. Furley! I'll see you later!"
~*~
Jack sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs at the bus station, his ticket in hand. He had practiced different ways to tell Janet he loved her, but they all seemed lame.
"Going somewhere, Jack?"
Jack turned around at the sound of her voice, a big smile on his face. "Janet!"
"Cindy told me I'd find you here. She also told me."
"That I love you?"
"Yeah. So if I kiss you now you won't get that deer in the headlights look again?"
Jack grinned. "Why don't you kiss me and find out?"
And she did.
~The End~
