Chapter Three: Close – Rascal Flatts
It's just a worn out Notre Dame T-shirt
She's gotten mad and tried to throw that thing away
At least a hundred times
She's got it on tonight
If you looked in Jo Taylor's closet, it wouldn't be out of the ordinary. It had everything a normal teenager's closet would have. But if you looked closer, towards the back, you would notice a faded Notre Dame T-shirt.
If you looked around Jo Taylor's bedroom, you would think it was empty. But, if you looked closer, you would notice that the very same Jo Taylor was lying in bed. You would also notice she was wearing the very same faded Notre Dame T-shirt she normally kept in her closet.
He used to wear it on the weekend, just running around
Probably forgot he even left it behind
She says it keeps her warm
Oh, but it's so much more
The memories flooded through her head. Tossing the Frisbee around, watching the sunset, stargazing…
She closed her eyes against the tears, pulling the T-shirt around her.
It makes her feel close
Makes her smile
It's like he's with her almost
Till the tears take over
A single tear slipped down her cheek. Where was he now? What happened to him?
Sure, it had been a year, but she couldn't stop missing him.
Where in the world was Frankie Taylor?
She's still in hell
But she tells herself
She's ready to let him go
Cause that makes her feel close
Did I surprise you with the ending? I hope I did. You all thought it was about Kendall, didn't you? Review? *hopeful face*