If you could go anywhere right now,
Where would you go,
And would you miss me when you get there.
There's no place that I would rather be.
Please don't let me, go falling from the sky,
This fasten seatbelt sign just needs to go out.
If only you could be, right here by my side,
Home wouldn't seem so far from here.
Jess was sitting on Rory's bed as she threw things into a large duffel bag.
How much do I pack? she asked.
Eh. . . whatever. Enough.
But for how long?
Jess raised his eyebrows.
Never mind, she muttered, stupid question.
Jess picked up one of Rory's books and began reading, and Rory continued throwing things into her bag. What else, what else. . . she muttered, looking around her room. She noticed Jess holding her book and plucked it out of his hands, shoving it in her bag and zipping it. he said, indignantly.
Jess vaulted himself out of the window and waited, arms outstretched for Rory's bag. She stood over the window, poised to throw it out. Jess watched as suddenly the smile that had been gracing her face turned to a frown.
What do I tell my mom?
Jess suggested.
What did you tell Luke?
Nothing. . .
One second. She put her bag down and walked over to her desk, pulling out a sheet of paper and writing a short note to her mother. She left it on her bed and then tossed the bag out the window.
I can't believe I'm doing this. . . she said, under her breath, as she climbed out of the window using Jess' hand for support and then landed. She reached up to close the window behind her and then followed him to the car.
They climbed in and Jess started down the road.
Where are we going? Rory asked after a while.
Jess shrugged. Dunno. If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?
Rory paused. I. . . Boston? she suggested.
Hmm. . .
No good?
Pick somewhere farther.
Farther than Boston?
Yeah, somewhere we couldn't get today.
Rory looked out the window and watched the landscape as it passed. She usually liked the spring, but this year it wasn't coming fast enough. The snow she loved in December was littering the ground, and all she wanted was for the green grass to arrive, and with it the warm weather of early summer.
Jess asked, startled.
As you wish.
