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drops of Jupiter- Jackson Whittmore

Now that she's back in the atmosphere

With Drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey

She acts like summer and she walks like rain

Reminds me that there's room to change, hey, hey

Since her return from her stay on the moon

She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey 

You had left London maybe seven months ago, leaving you boyfriend of two years, Jackson. You told him you wanted to travel the world and he had scoffed and told you it was nothing special, at that given time it had just been a dream you were hoping to live and as time passed and you turned eighteen, your dream played in your mind more and more, you had brought it up to Jackson more than once and every time he had avoided the topic therefor when it came to the day you stared packing, he was confused.

"Wait baby, where are you going" he had asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked into the large suitcase you were packing. "Jackson I've told you, I'm living my dream, I'm gonna travel the world, I'm so exited" you had squealed, sighing contently as you held the first plane ticket in your hand "Why-Why are you leaving, I though we were gonna spend our first year out of school together until we both had to go to collage" he questioned, a hurt look plastering his face as he looked into your eyes. You sighed again, though this time it wasn't a good sigh "Jackson I told you a million times, I love you but this is something I've wanted to do since I was little, I told you I'd be gone a long time, I predict at list five months, I'll be staying in France with a friend before I come back, I'm sorry Jackson" you explained, you genuinely did feel bad but you couldn't put your dreams on hold, you didn't know if you'd ever get this opportunity again

"Well, in that case I think we need to break up" he swallowed the lump in his throat as he said that, he didn't miss the pace of your heartbeat picking up significantly and your head snapping up to look at him "What-Why" you exclaimed, dropping the shorts you had in hand, turning to face him "I can't wait five months, Maybe even more, for you to come back, how do I even know your coming back, I love you but that's obviously not enough for you, I'll see you around. Maybe" and with that he had just walked out and you hadn't seen him since, you had thoroughly enjoyed your extending trip. You had ended up staying in France longer than planned.

Jackson had heard you were back, though he hadn't seen you, he suspected you looked gorgeous as ever and that you had brought a friend back with you.

Tell me, Did you sail across the sun?

Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded?

And that heaven his over rated?

While Jackson had been ignoring and avoiding you since you had returned, he wished nothing more than to come running to you and sit with you while you talked on and on about your adventures. Ask you if he was right when he said the world was nothing special. Ask you if you though that seeing the worlds best sights was over-rated.

He knew much better than to go and visit you and ask those things, he knew he would be pushing his luck even knocking on your front door so asking you the questions that would either prove him right or wrong would not ease any tension for the both of you. He knew better than to go to you and expect you to want to talk to him.

Tell Me, did you fall from a shooting star?

One without a permanent scar?

And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?