A/N: Ok, here you go, the third chapter. I'm updating this story faster than my others…Hmm…these are easier to type anyways. So, here you go, please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls…And I never will…sighs sadly

The Countdown. 2 hours, 17 min. At least right now. Jess's return at 8PM!

My Happy Ending-Chapter 3

Coming Back Home

Jess sat in an uncomfortable chair, shifting every once in a while as he read Slaughterhouse-Five for the third time Airline boarding were called out every certain amount of time, but not his yet.

He couldn't focus on the words, and found he was reading the same sentence over and over again.

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

He was thinking about her.

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone

His thoughts were continuous. He wondered if she was back from Europe yet. He wondered what she'd say when she saw him.


I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

He wondered if she still loved him. If she ever loved him.

And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
"I'm fine baby, how are you?"

He wondered how she'd react to him. Maybe she'd slap him. Maybe she'd start yelling Shakespeare or something. Maybe she'd ignore him.


Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

His flight number was called out and he scribbled something into his book, getting up and throwing his duffel bag over his shoulder.

2 months.

2 months he'd been gone.

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I've got to go home

He cringed at the fact that he missed Stars Hollow. Not actually Stars Hollow. More Rory, and Luke, and pissing Taylor off.

Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

His thoughts turned to Luke, and if he'd let him come back. Stay temporarily at the apartment above the diner.

And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside

It was her words. The words she'd spilled out at their last meeting at the bus stop.


When everything was going right

At first, he'd cursed himself for telling her things. For telling her where he was going.


And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
That this is not your dream
But you always believed in me

The second she had told him she loved him, his whole way of thinking flipped around, going into chaos.

He wouldn't even be coming home if it wasn't for her. For her words.

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

Barely hearing the safety instructions, he briefly considered going back to New York.

And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Her face burst into his mind like a pictured and he muttered some curse words under his breath as he wondered how she could have such an effect on him.

Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done

God, he was in love with her too, that's probably why.


I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home

I'm coming home, happy now? He sarcastically thought as he opened his book again.

A/N: Review please, as my birthday present. My birthday's tomorrow, yay!

Song is "Home" by Michael Buble.