AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE TOY STORY FRANCHISE!
At midnight that night, Jessie sat on the windowsill, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts over the toy who was supposed to meet her in a matter of seconds on the very spot. Yes, Buzz was one of her best friends, yes, she knew he loved her, none of that was ever in question in her mind over the past month, rather the question was simple. Does she really love Buzz? Yet as she would question herself on that, she realized just how hard simplicity can be, and just how heart-wrenching she remembered rejection to be.
That's when image after image of Emily floated through her mind, the two of them playing cowgirls at horse camp, Emily taking her to show-and-tell every single year in Elementary School; images of falling underneath Emily's bed and never being touched, or spoken to, or played with the way that she was before. Images of Emily placing her into a donation box and leaving her at their childhood play place. She felt a tear sneak its way down her cheeks at the memories. No, she couldn't, wouldn't do that to Buzz. She just... couldn't.
"Jessie?" She heard Buzz's voice off to the side as he walked across the bed to the window. Jessie quickly wiped the tear away on her sleeve before turning to face him. "Good you're here. I mean, I, no, wait you didn't-" Buzz flustered and Jessie gave a half-smile. "I'm glad you came." He was nervous and Jessie knew what he was planning to do that night. Buzz was just getting ready to speak again when the two heard a scuffle come from the edge of Andy's bed as something climbed its way up.