I don't own Annie or Jack, either. Disney does.
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*** "You know, I'd really enjoy that, Fi." "And I know I can trust you." Being with Carey made her relax more than she had in ages. But she was still all tied in knots with her feelings for him. She watched him wrap his hands around the steering wheel and noticed for the first time the ring he wore. It was a simple, silver band with some sort of design around his left ring finger. She should have figured it out sooner. A great guy like him wouldn't stay single and he probably wouldn't have mentioned getting married in his emails out of pure consideration for her. She had been on the road and finding romance was hard and he knew it. She hadn't wanted to find romance though. She wanted Carey. The emails he wrote were always the hi-light of her day when she got online and found one but her schedule made writing one back hard sometimes.
Carey had always been there for her, though. When Jack had graduated college and had gotten a teaching job at the local high school, Carey was the one that told her Jack's struggles and helped her arrange a care package for her brother. When Jack had gotten married a few years back, it was Carey who was her date for the reception. It was Carey who first told her she was going to be an aunt. She was happy for her brother, loved her new sister-in-law, but the green-headed monster couldn't help but show up. She, then, buried herself in her work. Wrote new songs that the critics said had the greatest range of emotion they had ever seen in a single year from an artist. They were calling her the female version of the Beatles and Elton John for rock violin music, not to mention blues, jazz, and pop: she had that big of a following.
Carey flexed his fingers, bringing her back to reality. How had she let things get so distant between them? Of course, when they were younger, it just didn't click how good she had it. "Your mom is going to be so glad to see you." Yet he didn't make any move to turn the car on and drive her home. She started to feel awkward sitting there in silence. "I'm so glad you were here. I haven't been able to reach my mom or Jack and I didn't know how I'd get home." Mentally, she hit herself. In this day and age of technology, it would have been nothing to get back to her mother's house. One of the crew just as easily could have given her a ride back home on their way to the airport. "Glad I could help."
***He flexed his hand again and looked at the ring on his finger. He wondered if she'd realize it was hers. Annie had given it to him after Fi left them and Annie had figured out that he liked Fi. He'd worn it ever since, switching it around on his fingers when he got nervous or he was thinking about her. It was moved a lot. He knew he needed to drive her back to her mom's but, now, she was all his and he didn't want to give that up.
There was still one question lingering on his tongue that he just kept biting back. Shaking his head clear of the question, he realized there was only one thing left to do so he started the car and gave her a sideways smile. "Let's get you home." Flipping on the radio for some much needed noise to fill the void, he pulled out of the parking lot. The drive to her mother's house wouldn't take long and he was thankful for that. Things had just become weird at the mere thought of the question.
A familiar tune came on the radio and he smiled at the memory of hearing her play it for the first time. He had heard that the up-and-coming star Parser was going to work a small coffee shop in Seattle so he had taken the journey to see her. Standing in the back of the café, he smiled as she played her song: her fingers dancing effortlessly over the strings. She never saw him but he stored the memory of her for rainy days.
The radio clicking off made him come back to the present. She offered an apologetic smile. "It kind of weirds me out to hear my music. I'm just different I guess." He understood the strangeness of hearing your own music on the radio. "Not different. Just a musician." "Thanks. I think that's the greatest compliment anyone's ever given me. I just find it, I don't know, beyond words what's happened to me the past few years." "Don't take it the wrong way, but you've changed." "Yeah, I put the paranormal stuff on the back burner. More like in the trash can."
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*** "You know, I'd really enjoy that, Fi." "And I know I can trust you." Being with Carey made her relax more than she had in ages. But she was still all tied in knots with her feelings for him. She watched him wrap his hands around the steering wheel and noticed for the first time the ring he wore. It was a simple, silver band with some sort of design around his left ring finger. She should have figured it out sooner. A great guy like him wouldn't stay single and he probably wouldn't have mentioned getting married in his emails out of pure consideration for her. She had been on the road and finding romance was hard and he knew it. She hadn't wanted to find romance though. She wanted Carey. The emails he wrote were always the hi-light of her day when she got online and found one but her schedule made writing one back hard sometimes.
Carey had always been there for her, though. When Jack had graduated college and had gotten a teaching job at the local high school, Carey was the one that told her Jack's struggles and helped her arrange a care package for her brother. When Jack had gotten married a few years back, it was Carey who was her date for the reception. It was Carey who first told her she was going to be an aunt. She was happy for her brother, loved her new sister-in-law, but the green-headed monster couldn't help but show up. She, then, buried herself in her work. Wrote new songs that the critics said had the greatest range of emotion they had ever seen in a single year from an artist. They were calling her the female version of the Beatles and Elton John for rock violin music, not to mention blues, jazz, and pop: she had that big of a following.
Carey flexed his fingers, bringing her back to reality. How had she let things get so distant between them? Of course, when they were younger, it just didn't click how good she had it. "Your mom is going to be so glad to see you." Yet he didn't make any move to turn the car on and drive her home. She started to feel awkward sitting there in silence. "I'm so glad you were here. I haven't been able to reach my mom or Jack and I didn't know how I'd get home." Mentally, she hit herself. In this day and age of technology, it would have been nothing to get back to her mother's house. One of the crew just as easily could have given her a ride back home on their way to the airport. "Glad I could help."
***He flexed his hand again and looked at the ring on his finger. He wondered if she'd realize it was hers. Annie had given it to him after Fi left them and Annie had figured out that he liked Fi. He'd worn it ever since, switching it around on his fingers when he got nervous or he was thinking about her. It was moved a lot. He knew he needed to drive her back to her mom's but, now, she was all his and he didn't want to give that up.
There was still one question lingering on his tongue that he just kept biting back. Shaking his head clear of the question, he realized there was only one thing left to do so he started the car and gave her a sideways smile. "Let's get you home." Flipping on the radio for some much needed noise to fill the void, he pulled out of the parking lot. The drive to her mother's house wouldn't take long and he was thankful for that. Things had just become weird at the mere thought of the question.
A familiar tune came on the radio and he smiled at the memory of hearing her play it for the first time. He had heard that the up-and-coming star Parser was going to work a small coffee shop in Seattle so he had taken the journey to see her. Standing in the back of the café, he smiled as she played her song: her fingers dancing effortlessly over the strings. She never saw him but he stored the memory of her for rainy days.
The radio clicking off made him come back to the present. She offered an apologetic smile. "It kind of weirds me out to hear my music. I'm just different I guess." He understood the strangeness of hearing your own music on the radio. "Not different. Just a musician." "Thanks. I think that's the greatest compliment anyone's ever given me. I just find it, I don't know, beyond words what's happened to me the past few years." "Don't take it the wrong way, but you've changed." "Yeah, I put the paranormal stuff on the back burner. More like in the trash can."
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