BIG THANKS TO D-TENT CHICK, my only reviewer…. lol I hope more!! Ok well I haven't updated this fic in like 4EVER so I will…lol

Disclaimer: I used Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On as the song, the theme from the major motion picture Titanic.

O and I changed the name…this story used to be called When I Met Kelsey

Chapter 2

Every night in my dreams,

I see you, I feel you,

That is how I know you Go On.

Far across the distance

And spaces between us,

You have come to show you Go On.

            I don't know why.  It's been 2 years since I've seen 'im, but I cant stop thinking' 'bout 'im.  God doesn't even know how hard I try to get him out of my mind 'cause I gave up on god a long time ago, when Mama died.  It made sense.  I had already lost Papi, and Mama was the only other person I could talk to, and God took her away. 

            And Mama dying left me here in San Francisco all by myself, not knowing where in the bejesus my sisters were.  Not like they would care about poor little Kelsey Quinn Millen anyways.  I was only their own flesh and blood!  The least they could have done was to come get me.  But anyways, I call Caldwell Park home now.  I sit on the benches all day, and then sleep about 500 feet away, up underneath the GGB (Golden Gate Bridge). 

            Oh look, there goes another one.  With her blonde hair all curly and her nails done and her pink dress and her little posse.  I don't know why but whenever one of those little Barbies pass me with their fake laughs and preppy boyfriends, I always push my wire rectangle glasses farther up on my nose and slump down farther on "my" bench.  Well, actually I do know why.  I used to be one of them.

Near, far, wherever you are,

I believe that the heart does Go On.

Once more you open the door

And you're here in my heart and

My heart will go on, and on.

            But now I lived under a bridge with Jorden, eating stolen picnic lunches from the rich people at the park, wearing torn faded jeans with anarchy patches, black shirts, and too many bracelets and necklaces.  At school my Barbie friends and me used to make fun of this one girl Anne because she dressed weird.  Like me now.  God those were the most horrible days of my life, flaunting around school in a dress, having to turn down boys at every corner.  At least I had naturally black hair though.  At least I wasn't blond.

Love can touch us one time And last for a lifetime And never let go till we're gone Love was when I loved you, One true time, I hold you In my life!  You'll always Go On.             Argh!  I let out a small cry as another Barbie passed and I stand up, kicking a dirt clump.  Every time one of those girls pass, I think about him, and the way my life used to be.

"Come on Kels!  Hurry, I scored us some!" Jorden Canter whispers in my ear.  My eyes widen, suddenly noticing the painful rumbling in my stomach.  I jumped off the bench, my long hair whipping behind me as I ran as fast as I could behind Jorden.  We ran to our bridge, went under and sat down, panting.  Neither of us said a word.  She just looked inside the Wal-Mart bag she picked up off of a picnic table.  For  moment I just studied Jorden.  She really WAS pretty.  She always wore her long blonde hair naturally streaked with red and brown in one braid trailing down her back.  Her eyes were a deep brown, with flecks of gold, just like His.  Today she had on an old gray tank top and beat up black scout pants and dirty Reeboks.  She had no family either.  We met 2 years ago, after Papi died, in 8th grade, and ditched life altogether.  We went off together, living in various places and eating out of trash cans until we found the bridge.  I looked at Jorden again, opening the bag of pre-made deli sandwiches.  My heart ached.  Her hair and eyes reminded me so much of Ricky Smithens'.  If I thought hard enough, I could almost remember the first day we met exactly as it happened…

           

September 5th grade, Same day as last chapter…

            The bell rang.  I jumped up excitedly. We were so happy that we were 5th graders because we got to go to the cafeteria first. 

I immediately began talking to my best friend sitting next to me, Kristen Jennings.  We had been best friends since practically the womb.  Our mothers were best friends when they were little, too.  Everyone called us The Terrible K's.  It was like our nickname or something.  And every person that me and Kris decided to befriend acted like we were goddesses at first and we chose them to be a member of some goddess network.  Kristen followed me out the door, with Maria Hartneck, Jessie Lynch, and Ren Sheek trailing behind us.  I plastered a smile on my face, although my insides were churning.  That boy I saw this morning.  He was really nice.  But kind of weird.  His hair stood up and he was staring.  I hate it when people stare at me.  But for some reason, today, my stomach got all-bubbly.  I don't know exactly why.  Well, I did.

My sisters Kelly and Karen were always teasing me about how someday I would fall in love and marry a boy.  I always thought it was gross.  Boys got dirty and burped and made funny faces and ate 24/7.  But today, in the hallway with Ricky, I felt all comfortable, like I had just eaten a bowl full of hot mashed potatoes.  I wanted to run and jump and swing.  But I had to resist myself.  Because I would never fall in love with a boy.  They were icky. 

My friends and I entered the lunch room.  Kris and I got in line for lunch, and the rest of the girls saved us a table because they had brown-bagged their lunches.  After we were served our mystery meat and green beans, we sat down with Maria, Jessie, and Ren.  As we were eating and laughing, I fell silent.  I couldn't help it, but my mind wanted to look for Ricky!  My eyes darted from right to left.  Maybe if I saw him, he might be looking at me too.  Maybe he likes me too.  WAIT stop.  Kelsey Quinn Millen, get a grip.  But I didn't see him.  And I was pretty sure he wasn't looking at me.  At least I hoped he wasn't.  That would be-eiw.

But I found out a few years later, he was looking for me too.

Present

I found myself mauling at my ham sandwich that Jorden passed me.  I was trying so unbelievably hard not to lose myself and cry.  I hadn't cried in two years.  Huh uh.  Not once.  But all day, I found myself thinking about Ricky and the time I spent knowing him.  Not a word was spoken as Jorden devoured her sandwich.  I didn't speak either.  I bit my lip as a tear rolled down my cheek.

You're here

There's nothing I fear

And I know that my heart will go on

We'll Stay forever this way

You are safe in my heart and

My heart will go On and

On.

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YAYY another LONG chapter!!!!! Ok well I gotta go do some homework, got a history paper due the 26!! BYES!!!!!!!

*talley~