Ticket to Heaven
title of 3 Doors Down song
Mikey had a secret that he never shared with his family. How will Bosco handle what Mikey's left behind?
My muse is being mean and is not interested in this fic anymore, no matter how much I wanna finish it. It's a crappy ending, I know and I apologize.
Disclaimer:I own nothing!
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Bosco sat at his mother's kitchen table, nursing a cup of warm tea. It was a great
escape from the harsh winter New York was experiencing. Rose walked in the
room, giving her son a sympathetic look. She'd just put Danielle down for her nap,
and sat at the table, staring intently at her son. She could tell he missed Faith
already.
"What the hell are you doing, Maurice?" she said, her eyes peircing his.
"Huh?"
"Go after her! You love her and you know if she goes to Maine, she's probably
going for good."
"Ma...I can't...it's--"
"You know I'm right."
"What about Danielle?"
"Leave her with me! We'll be fine, but you need to get your ass to the airport."
"I don't know if I can, Ma. What if it turns out she doesn't love me?"
"She does...I can see it in her eyes, everytime she looks at you, Maurice...she
loves you."
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Faith sighed and collected her bags from around her as the train rolled to a stop.
Her suitcases were stored in the baggage car and would be waiting for her inside.
She walked out the small door and down the rickety steps to the platform, where
rain was falling heavily. She made her way toward the door.
"You know, the plane is alot faster" said a man from behind Faith.
"What the hell are you doing here, Bosco?"
"I can't let you stay here, Faith. I love you."
"Bosco I don't-"
"Please, Faith...I know you need your freedom but I couldn't live my life knowing
you were here when I love you and I need you."
Faith dropped her bag at her feet and looked up toward the sky, letting the rain
wash over her face. She dropped her head back down and ran her hand through
her hair.
"Are you telling me," she began, leaning into Bosco and wiping some soaking wet
hair away from his face, "That I wasted $85 on this damn train, only to be whisked
away back to New York?"
"Hell yah, I am." Bosco said, wrapping his arms around Faith's waist and kissing her
as passionately as he could. She melted under his touch and they stood there in
the rain, in the middle of the train platform, realizing how much they couldn't live
without each other.
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Bosco lay on the bed, his arm draped around Faith's waist. They'd checked into a
hotel after learning that a rain front was delaying all flights and the next train was
four days from then. It traveled all the way down to Miami and back. They just
laid there, Faith running her hand lazily through his hair, the other holding the hand
that was draped across her waist.
"Bosco, why'd you decide come out here?"
"I knew that if you were going, you'd probably not come back and I couldn't risk
you never knowing how I feel."
"Just so you know, I love you too Bosco."
Bosco nodded and dozed lightly off to sleep, truly happy.
title of 3 Doors Down song
Mikey had a secret that he never shared with his family. How will Bosco handle what Mikey's left behind?
My muse is being mean and is not interested in this fic anymore, no matter how much I wanna finish it. It's a crappy ending, I know and I apologize.
Disclaimer:I own nothing!
-----
Bosco sat at his mother's kitchen table, nursing a cup of warm tea. It was a great
escape from the harsh winter New York was experiencing. Rose walked in the
room, giving her son a sympathetic look. She'd just put Danielle down for her nap,
and sat at the table, staring intently at her son. She could tell he missed Faith
already.
"What the hell are you doing, Maurice?" she said, her eyes peircing his.
"Huh?"
"Go after her! You love her and you know if she goes to Maine, she's probably
going for good."
"Ma...I can't...it's--"
"You know I'm right."
"What about Danielle?"
"Leave her with me! We'll be fine, but you need to get your ass to the airport."
"I don't know if I can, Ma. What if it turns out she doesn't love me?"
"She does...I can see it in her eyes, everytime she looks at you, Maurice...she
loves you."
-----
Faith sighed and collected her bags from around her as the train rolled to a stop.
Her suitcases were stored in the baggage car and would be waiting for her inside.
She walked out the small door and down the rickety steps to the platform, where
rain was falling heavily. She made her way toward the door.
"You know, the plane is alot faster" said a man from behind Faith.
"What the hell are you doing here, Bosco?"
"I can't let you stay here, Faith. I love you."
"Bosco I don't-"
"Please, Faith...I know you need your freedom but I couldn't live my life knowing
you were here when I love you and I need you."
Faith dropped her bag at her feet and looked up toward the sky, letting the rain
wash over her face. She dropped her head back down and ran her hand through
her hair.
"Are you telling me," she began, leaning into Bosco and wiping some soaking wet
hair away from his face, "That I wasted $85 on this damn train, only to be whisked
away back to New York?"
"Hell yah, I am." Bosco said, wrapping his arms around Faith's waist and kissing her
as passionately as he could. She melted under his touch and they stood there in
the rain, in the middle of the train platform, realizing how much they couldn't live
without each other.
-----
Bosco lay on the bed, his arm draped around Faith's waist. They'd checked into a
hotel after learning that a rain front was delaying all flights and the next train was
four days from then. It traveled all the way down to Miami and back. They just
laid there, Faith running her hand lazily through his hair, the other holding the hand
that was draped across her waist.
"Bosco, why'd you decide come out here?"
"I knew that if you were going, you'd probably not come back and I couldn't risk
you never knowing how I feel."
"Just so you know, I love you too Bosco."
Bosco nodded and dozed lightly off to sleep, truly happy.