Sorry it took so long! I wasn't feeling very inspired. So I went and
watched episodes and I found my inspiration. Hope you like it!
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// Yeah well I come to her/When the sun goes down/Take away my trouble/Take away me grief/Take away my heartache/In the night like a thief/She gives me love love love love/Crazy love \\
"Crazy Love" by Van Morrison
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Jackie has been spending the night with me. For a couple of weeks now actually. She doesn't really have anywhere else to stay. I mean, she has that gigantic house of hers, but no one else is there. And I don't want her staying alone. I would go stay with her, but if I wasn't here in the morning, the Foremans would go crazy. But her mom still isn't home. I always thought Jackie was pretty lucky and that her parents were at least decent parents. While her dad hasn't abandoned her, he hasn't exactly done anything to get his wife, the mother of his daughter, back to Wisconsin and back to their daughter. It seems like our parents are the same really.
One night she just didn't seem to want to leave the basement. I offered to drive her home and she just said she wanted to wait a little longer. Eventually she fell asleep while we were watching TV. Her head was on my shoulder and her body was curled into a ball next to my side. And I knew.
I woke her up and told her she didn't have to leave, but we needed to move to my bedroom. She looked at me and gave me one of those great smiles again. She was so happy that I understood. We went to my room and went to sleep. And it was nice. I don't usually say anything is nice. But having Jackie sleep in my arms is definitely nice.
And having her wake up with me is better. She wakes me up by kissing me. Because we have to wake up pretty early so I can drive her back to her house and I can be back in time for breakfast. And then I go pick her up again and we go to school. Or we stay at her house. Or we go anywhere.
But it's over now. Because Foreman, like the idiot he is, left one of his toys in front of my room and Jackie tripped over it on the way to my room. And then everyone came downstairs thinking that there was a thief in the house or something. But all they found was me and Jackie.
Red and Mrs. Foreman gave us lectures. It's not like we would do anything in that room. It's not right. If we wanted to do what they thought was going on, we have a much nicer room to go to across town. And hell, I work in a hotel.
But Jackie sleeping in my room was forbidden and it was basically decided, by everyone except Jackie and I, that Jackie should live with Donna. I knew they went about it the wrong way. And I told Donna that afterwards. And I helped her see why Jackie said no. And Donna did the right thing and convinced Jackie to move in with her.
And while it's not as nice as Jackie sleeping in my bed at night, having her close by is pretty good. Then she can always come to me if she needs me. And I hate being away from her for very long any more.
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I didn't know Steven had talked to Donna about me needing to have somewhere to go. I just assumed Steven was staying out of it. He pretty much does stay out of stuff like that. I guess because he doesn't like people interfering in his life. He observes a lot and seems to know everything that is going on. But he doesn't get involved.
Maybe it's easier that way. Then you never get attached, which would be the story of Steven's life. Ever since his dad walked out on him and his mom. And then his mom walked out on him. But as Steven pointed out, my parents have done the same thing to me. And I'm not cutting myself off from everyone.
I decided to concentrate on the one person who I trusted completely. I loved him as best I could and just assumed he would be there for me. I never thought that he mistrusted me. I didn't think anything would go wrong. Not while I needed him. Not while I loved him so much.
And he was there for me. He was always there for me. Even when he did something so wrong. He was there, apologizing. And I know he would have let me cry on his shoulder if I had needed that. I know he would have supported me in any way possible. And knowing it was something that wasn't obligatory to him really helps me see him in a better light. Knowing he wanted me close by so he could be there for me makes me feel. good.
How many people find that person who just wants to take care of them in high school?
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// Yeah well I come to her/When the sun goes down/Take away my trouble/Take away me grief/Take away my heartache/In the night like a thief/She gives me love love love love/Crazy love \\
"Crazy Love" by Van Morrison
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Jackie has been spending the night with me. For a couple of weeks now actually. She doesn't really have anywhere else to stay. I mean, she has that gigantic house of hers, but no one else is there. And I don't want her staying alone. I would go stay with her, but if I wasn't here in the morning, the Foremans would go crazy. But her mom still isn't home. I always thought Jackie was pretty lucky and that her parents were at least decent parents. While her dad hasn't abandoned her, he hasn't exactly done anything to get his wife, the mother of his daughter, back to Wisconsin and back to their daughter. It seems like our parents are the same really.
One night she just didn't seem to want to leave the basement. I offered to drive her home and she just said she wanted to wait a little longer. Eventually she fell asleep while we were watching TV. Her head was on my shoulder and her body was curled into a ball next to my side. And I knew.
I woke her up and told her she didn't have to leave, but we needed to move to my bedroom. She looked at me and gave me one of those great smiles again. She was so happy that I understood. We went to my room and went to sleep. And it was nice. I don't usually say anything is nice. But having Jackie sleep in my arms is definitely nice.
And having her wake up with me is better. She wakes me up by kissing me. Because we have to wake up pretty early so I can drive her back to her house and I can be back in time for breakfast. And then I go pick her up again and we go to school. Or we stay at her house. Or we go anywhere.
But it's over now. Because Foreman, like the idiot he is, left one of his toys in front of my room and Jackie tripped over it on the way to my room. And then everyone came downstairs thinking that there was a thief in the house or something. But all they found was me and Jackie.
Red and Mrs. Foreman gave us lectures. It's not like we would do anything in that room. It's not right. If we wanted to do what they thought was going on, we have a much nicer room to go to across town. And hell, I work in a hotel.
But Jackie sleeping in my room was forbidden and it was basically decided, by everyone except Jackie and I, that Jackie should live with Donna. I knew they went about it the wrong way. And I told Donna that afterwards. And I helped her see why Jackie said no. And Donna did the right thing and convinced Jackie to move in with her.
And while it's not as nice as Jackie sleeping in my bed at night, having her close by is pretty good. Then she can always come to me if she needs me. And I hate being away from her for very long any more.
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I didn't know Steven had talked to Donna about me needing to have somewhere to go. I just assumed Steven was staying out of it. He pretty much does stay out of stuff like that. I guess because he doesn't like people interfering in his life. He observes a lot and seems to know everything that is going on. But he doesn't get involved.
Maybe it's easier that way. Then you never get attached, which would be the story of Steven's life. Ever since his dad walked out on him and his mom. And then his mom walked out on him. But as Steven pointed out, my parents have done the same thing to me. And I'm not cutting myself off from everyone.
I decided to concentrate on the one person who I trusted completely. I loved him as best I could and just assumed he would be there for me. I never thought that he mistrusted me. I didn't think anything would go wrong. Not while I needed him. Not while I loved him so much.
And he was there for me. He was always there for me. Even when he did something so wrong. He was there, apologizing. And I know he would have let me cry on his shoulder if I had needed that. I know he would have supported me in any way possible. And knowing it was something that wasn't obligatory to him really helps me see him in a better light. Knowing he wanted me close by so he could be there for me makes me feel. good.
How many people find that person who just wants to take care of them in high school?