Summary: Jess's thoughts as he boards the plain for California
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. No sue. Yargh.
Thanks to Mai and Elise for lookin!
A Bird's Worst Nightmare
A bird's worst nightmare is a broken wing.
I can't believe that's what I'm thinking about now.
I guess it's better than the alternatives.
I look out the airport window. All I focus on is the bird that obviously got caught in a jet engine of the plane that's just landed. It's flapping around, struggling to get off the ground.
But...
It just...can't.
I can identify. I've felt like that for so long now.
Grounded.
Trapped.
But I'm getting away now.
If I could get that damned bird out of there, I would. It's given up now; lying there, picking at its wounds. Ignored.
A second glance out the window, and someone has taken pity and carried the bird off the runway.
Huh.
I don't know.
I don't know what'll happen to me.
I'm following a guy that I've met twice in my eighteen-year existence. A guy who I was supposed to have known my whole life. A guy who walked out on me. Twice.
Two is a popular number.
I'm following him in search of greener pastures... or less muddy ones at the very least.
I'm leaving everyone and everything I've ever known to follow someone I really don't know to a place I've never been.
It's... freeing... mostly.
Luke will be disappointed. Rory will probably hate me. But this isn't about them.
I need something different.
There has to be something different, right? This can't be all there is for me, can it?
I hope not, because they're starting to board and there isn't much of a chance to change my mind.
This is selfish.
This is wrong.
This is mean.
And sad... somehow.
But as far as I can tell, it's my only option.
The line's moved considerably and before I know it I'm at the front. I take one last look around me, hand the flight attendant my boarding pass, and get on the plane.
I wonder what Rory's doing. I wonder if she'll miss me. I wonder if I'll ever see her again.
I don't know.
I take a window seat and buckle up.
God, I just don't know.
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. No sue. Yargh.
Thanks to Mai and Elise for lookin!
A Bird's Worst Nightmare
A bird's worst nightmare is a broken wing.
I can't believe that's what I'm thinking about now.
I guess it's better than the alternatives.
I look out the airport window. All I focus on is the bird that obviously got caught in a jet engine of the plane that's just landed. It's flapping around, struggling to get off the ground.
But...
It just...can't.
I can identify. I've felt like that for so long now.
Grounded.
Trapped.
But I'm getting away now.
If I could get that damned bird out of there, I would. It's given up now; lying there, picking at its wounds. Ignored.
A second glance out the window, and someone has taken pity and carried the bird off the runway.
Huh.
I don't know.
I don't know what'll happen to me.
I'm following a guy that I've met twice in my eighteen-year existence. A guy who I was supposed to have known my whole life. A guy who walked out on me. Twice.
Two is a popular number.
I'm following him in search of greener pastures... or less muddy ones at the very least.
I'm leaving everyone and everything I've ever known to follow someone I really don't know to a place I've never been.
It's... freeing... mostly.
Luke will be disappointed. Rory will probably hate me. But this isn't about them.
I need something different.
There has to be something different, right? This can't be all there is for me, can it?
I hope not, because they're starting to board and there isn't much of a chance to change my mind.
This is selfish.
This is wrong.
This is mean.
And sad... somehow.
But as far as I can tell, it's my only option.
The line's moved considerably and before I know it I'm at the front. I take one last look around me, hand the flight attendant my boarding pass, and get on the plane.
I wonder what Rory's doing. I wonder if she'll miss me. I wonder if I'll ever see her again.
I don't know.
I take a window seat and buckle up.
God, I just don't know.