If you recognize it from Jumper, then I don't own it. I only own my OCs.

Maps ~ Yeah Yeah Yeahs


Oh. My. Goodness!

Ireland is so beautiful!

The everlasting, green hills, the ancient castles, the - "Can I leave now?" -annoying, complaining jerk!

"Jake, if you don't like it and didn't want to come, why did you?" Neal asked.

"Well, if you must know, I felt like hitting a bar later. I had nothing else to do until then, so, why not?"

I cringed at that.

'We're his bloody last resort to entertain him?'

I gave out a 'humph' and looked at the map again.

Jake and Neal were talking, I hope, and not arguing, which they do a lot, I found out.

I sighed out a frustrated sigh and tried blocking them out.

It wasn't easy at first, then, I didn't even notice them.

"Oh! Let's go to Surgeview! It's on the tip of western peninsula!"

Jake scoffed.

"Which one?"

I glared over at him and he smirked.

Neal sighed and looked at Jake.

"I've got a jump site near there. I'll take her there."

"And I'll hit my bar now. You know which one I'm talking about."

With that, Jake was gone.

"Well," I started, "Now that the whiner is gone, let's go have some fun!"

I linked Neal's arm with mine and he jumped us to Glosh.

Neal's idea of the day was much different after Jake left and he was showing some red in his cheeks, but not much.

I didn't really notice or paid attention to it because I was even redder from him jumping us, so, I assumed it was from jumping.

How wrong was I?

His thoughts cannot be explained here, though; it would probably be better than Jakes if he were in this position.

But I can tell you one word that kept circling his head: date.

Surgeview was beautiful!

I loved the beach!

The ocean was not very wavy, but calm and cool.

I waded out a little off of the shore and Neal rolled up his pants and joined me.

I was spinning around in the water and my summer dress twirled with me.

Neal and Jake went out and bought me a new wardrobe of clothes for my birthday the same year Neal brought me to their house.

Jake was completely against it, but helped, nonetheless.

I was very grateful because all I had was the nightgown that Neal brought me from my old room.

It was currently dusk in Ireland, but it just made the island all the more beautiful.

I tilted my sun hat back a little to see Neal start walking to me.

His white dress shirt and tan pants looked nice on him.

It was a really a romantic moment.

I looked past him for a moment and saw our shoes laying side by side to each other on one of the random lying rocks that were scattered throughout the beach.

Neal finally reached me and smiled.

I smiled back at him and threw my arms up his back in a hug.

"Thank you so, so much for what you and Jake have done for me, but mostly you because you did most of it and didn't take Jake's 'no' for an answer." I whispered in his chest.

Neal was a little tense at first, obviously not used to getting affection, especially from a girl around his age.

He relaxed after draped his arms down my back to return the affection.

"It's not a problem, really. I couldn't stand your parents. Well, your mom and stepfather, anyways. I really liked your father."

I nodded nonchalantly.

I loved my father the most.

I hate that that car hit him!

Things happen I guess, though.

I used to have a problem when I was 13 and it continued until he died.

I wouldn't spend time with any of my family members unless I was forced to.

I spent most of my time playing on the computer.

My dad's voice rang in my ears from a memory.

'It's up to you to decide if you want fond memories of a person, or for them to have fond memories of you. Something could happen to them any second and they could die and it's your conscious that's going to get hurt if you stop and grieve that you could have had more time with them. Think about that and remember that every day counts because they have a chance of dying everyday.'

Oh, I miss you!

Why can't you come back and lecture me like you used to again.

It wasn't until after his death that I truly understood what he was trying to tell me.

I used the think that he was just yapping his trap about something that would be incredibly pointless and stupid.

Neal moved a little and broke me of my train of thoughts.

I realized that we were standing there, holding onto one another for the past couple of minutes, and he, being the gentleman that he was, decided not to disturb me while I was off daydreaming.

I blushed and pulled out of the embrace.

Neal smiled at me softly and reached his hand out for me to hold.

I smiled and took it, and then we strolled back to where our shoes were.

I easily put my flip-flops on and sat down next to Neal on the rock next to the one that he was sitting on.

He got his last shoe tied and turned to me.

"I'm going to go and get Jake, alright?"

I nodded.

"Ok. I'll be right here, waiting."

Neal smiled and stood up.

He looked around the perimeter, and then jumped, leaving me all alone.

A paranoid emotion swept over me as I sat there.

I was all alone.

What if someone was watching and just hid when the noticed Neal looking around?

I pulled my hat down and shook my head a little.

'That's silly, Mel! Who would be watching me?'

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a sonic boom go through my body like when Jake jumped into the house.

No noise with that feeling meant that someone jumped nearby.

I stood up and looked around a little.

The feeling came again, only, it was much stronger.

"Oy! Wha's a pretty lass lock yourself do'en 'ere?" a young voice came from me.

I slowly look over to see a young boy with a chin length, wavy brown hair, freckles, and blue eyes staring at me.

He had on a brown, paperboy's hat on and a matching messenger bag with a brown, knee length dust-sweeper coat on, blue jeans, and a white shirt under his coat.

The bottom of his jeans ruffled around his shoes in a manner that showed that his jeans were a little too big on him.

His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he was smirking at me.

"You shoun't be play'en out 'ere alone by yourself. It's not safe."

His smirk grew bigger.

Oh crap!

I bolted the other direction of the boy.

I didn't care if I was twice as old as he was, I'm not sticking around with him!

All of a sudden, I felt a pairs of arms snake around my waist as I ran into something.

This made me freak out even more because the two arms were set down too low to be either Jake or Neal's.

'So that boy's a Jumper too?'

I tried to pull back, but he kept his grip and we jumped.