A.N.: This is the last one guys. Sorry, it's sooooo short. Maybe I'll do another series, but that'll have to be after I re-read the books. Thanks everyone for the comments and just reading it. And if any of you would like to do a story with me, I'd be down with that. Email: and Ends
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Jesse had been in the hospital now for two days. Things between us were awkward and uneasy. He told me after I kissed him on the first night here that we shouldn't be kissing, or anything like that for awhile. It hurt me when he said that. But he quickly apologized and said he doesn't deserve me. I just nodded.
"Querida?" I sighed, he hadn't called me that since the first night here.
"Yes Jesse?" I looked up from my magazine.
"What would you say if I said I was going to quit music?" I raised my brow.
"Are you sure?" I asked, getting up and holding his hand. He didn't grip it, I expected that.
"I thought I could handle it, but I was wrong. Querida, I have a problem and I need help. The music isn't helping me, I was just using it as an escape." I smile tearfully and kissed his hand lovingly. He shot me a weak smile and drifted off to sleep.
On Wednesday, Jesse was let out of the hospital, but he had to go to rehab right after and get cleaned up. I didn't care, well I mean I did care, but I didn't care because Jesse was going to quit music and we'll be normal, or as normal as it can be…
Jesse had just gotten back after being in rehab for a month. He and I were even happier then we've been due to the fact that Jesse was done with music, done with the whole scene, done with drinking and drugs.