John Jameson left the airport. 'I wasn't supposed to be here today.' he thought glumly. He hailed a cab. During the silent ride, he was constantly thinking about MJ. 'I wonder who she's seeing now. I hope she's happy.' He sighed. 'I'm not.'
"This the place?" asked the cabbie. John snapped out of his reverie and looked up. In front of him was a small one-story house with a vegetable garden at the side. John took his bag and left the cab. After he paid the driver, he stood in front of his house.
'If things went as planned, I wouldn't be standing here right now.' he thought as he walked into the house. He looked around at the familiar room-despite the familiarity, the room seemed to emanate a strange, cold feeling. All the chairs, bookshelves, the TV, and the small coffee table were right where he had last left them. He sat on the couch and flipped on the TV.
"Will you marry me, Betty?" asked the young actor.
"Oh, Chris-yes, of course! I love you with all my heart!" replied the brunette as she kissed her would-be husband.
John angrily flipped the channel.
"You may kiss the bride," said the priest as the beautiful couple kissed each other passionately under the moonlight.
John flipped the channel again.
"This was a great honeymoon, sweetheart."
"But nothing is as great as you," said the man.
"Oh James!" said the red-head as they leaned back on their bed and kissed each other.
"AAAGGGGHHH!" screamed John as he angrily turned the TV off. He stamped out of the den and entered the kitchen. He grabbed several plates and started slamming them on the floor of the kitchen. After several bangs and crashes, John stopped and leaned against the wall. He began to take slow, deep breaths. 'Why, MJ, why? Who is this guy that's "so amazing?" You have no idea how much I love you.' He slowly sank to the floor of the kitchen and buried his head in his hands in frustration, anger, and hurt.
"This the place?" asked the cabbie. John snapped out of his reverie and looked up. In front of him was a small one-story house with a vegetable garden at the side. John took his bag and left the cab. After he paid the driver, he stood in front of his house.
'If things went as planned, I wouldn't be standing here right now.' he thought as he walked into the house. He looked around at the familiar room-despite the familiarity, the room seemed to emanate a strange, cold feeling. All the chairs, bookshelves, the TV, and the small coffee table were right where he had last left them. He sat on the couch and flipped on the TV.
"Will you marry me, Betty?" asked the young actor.
"Oh, Chris-yes, of course! I love you with all my heart!" replied the brunette as she kissed her would-be husband.
John angrily flipped the channel.
"You may kiss the bride," said the priest as the beautiful couple kissed each other passionately under the moonlight.
John flipped the channel again.
"This was a great honeymoon, sweetheart."
"But nothing is as great as you," said the man.
"Oh James!" said the red-head as they leaned back on their bed and kissed each other.
"AAAGGGGHHH!" screamed John as he angrily turned the TV off. He stamped out of the den and entered the kitchen. He grabbed several plates and started slamming them on the floor of the kitchen. After several bangs and crashes, John stopped and leaned against the wall. He began to take slow, deep breaths. 'Why, MJ, why? Who is this guy that's "so amazing?" You have no idea how much I love you.' He slowly sank to the floor of the kitchen and buried his head in his hands in frustration, anger, and hurt.