A/N: I own nothing. I was up late, depressed and sad and I wrote this. The, I realized it could work for Jordan after Woody tells her to leave. Here you go.
I sit in the middle of the same four walls. My imagination runs wild as another sappy song plays. Soon, I think, "Hey, maybe it could happen to me," like I always do. I swing my legs out of my bed and venture out my front door.
Each street I pass looks exactly like the last. That is, until I see him on the corner. He's standing there, looking great in just a pair of jeans and a knit v-neck pullover and. I smile gently and remain on my corner. The truth is I don't want him to notice me. I like watching him better. However, it doesn't happen like that.
He spots me and waves, knowing I've seen him. I smile lightly and walk to meet him midway. His grin is wide, his hair, perfectly and gorgeously untidy, and his eyes, as blue as the morning sky and as clear as a summer evening's curtain of darkness. Just like tonights. The stars come out and speckle the evening's veil as we stand in the park.
I stand alone for a moment before he comes up behind me and places his hands on my shoulder as well as his chin. Smiling subtly, I turn my head the slightest bit to see a grin on his own lips.
Suddenly, he lifts away and I almost cry out at the loss of warmth and contact. Yet, all he does is turn me to face him before he pulls me back. We start to sway to and fro to a song we both hear though it doesn't play aloud. When the 'song' is at its end, he loosens his hold on me.
My mind races when I feel his hands cup my cheeks and he pulls me in for a soft, tender kiss. Every nerve-ending on my body fires to life. They'd been struck by lightening. I answer him with all my heart. There's nothing now. No Earth, no life, no pain, no other people, no world… nothing except the two of us.
I must be smiling like a Cheshire cat when he pulls back to look at me. His warm hands are still on my face where his thumb brushes away my falling tears and caresses my lips. I look up at him as he bites his lower lip. Eventually, he breathes out the simplest, most romantic and most appreciated words anyone has ever told me.
"I think I'm in love with you." Tears tumble down my cheeks in sheets and his thumbs are no match. He smiles the slightest bit and I'm sure he just felt my heart rate fly through the roof.
My mouth stretches into the widest grin I've ever had on my face and I'm sure that my face is glowing from happiness. I give one deep sob before I regain my composure and look him dead in the eyes. Mm lips open to tell him I love him, too, and he smiles even wider. Before I can say a word…
I wake up…