*Shawn's POV*
"Shawn, I want you to have this.." My mom handed me a black book, filled with blank pages.
"What for?" I asked a little confused of why she had given it to me.
"To write in. About anything." She said with a small smile.
I nodded in responce.
"Flight 323; New York, New York, is now boarding." I heard a female voice say through a loud speaker.
I looked at my mom, dad, and Aaliyah and smiled.
"This is it." I said to them.
I gained three smiles in return.
We boarded the plane, I thankfully got a window seat. After everyone was situated and such, we took off. I took out my phone after the flight attendent said it was okay and texted Jacquelyn.
To: Jack
"I wish you were here.."
From: Jack
"I wish I was there too.. I miss you so much already."
To: Jack
"I'll be home before you know it.. I promise."
She read the text but didn't respond.. She didn't need to. I put in my headphones, put my music on shuffle, and took out the little black book my mother had given me.
"I had spent most of my days locked away in my room, imagining a day where I was something to someone, anyone.. Dreaming about it, and afterwards reconvecing myself it would never happen. I'd lie awake in bed, telling myself over and over again, that no one could or ever would love me.
Of course being the depressed, naive, boy I was believed every single word. Eventually I started to ignore bad thoughts like that. I started focusing on one person in particular, Jacquelyn.
Jacquelyn, I never would have thought I'd actually talk to her.. I mean I knew a lot about her after a few months of focusing on her.. I knew she was too good for me, that was for sure. My family would tell me to just talk to her, I knew they were getting annoyed at how much I talked about her. So, I talked to her. I went to her house, and talked to her.. She didn't even know my name, but for some odd reason I was okay with that. I came out and told her everything that day. Not your ideal idea of telling someone you're completely in love with them, I know.
We've had bumbs in our relationship, and I'm coming to the conclusion that me leaving is more like a mountain, not a little bumb. I don't want to believe it, but what can I say? I'm a naive to my own words."
I looked around me, my parents and Aaliyah sleeping, as well as a lot of the other passangers. I decided myself to try and get a little sleep before landing. I leaned my head against the little oval shaped window, and replayed the memories of her, over and over again, until I drifted off to sleep.
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"Shawn." I heard a familiar voice say.
"Jacqueyln." I replied not opening my eyes.
"No, Shawn. It's Aaliyah, we're in New York. Come on!" She said shaking me violently.
I opened my eyes, and stood up as fast as I could, hitting my head on the compartment above me. The woman seated behind me laughed a little, so did I. We got off the plane, as we headed to the baggage claim I heard screams in the distance. I guess I better get used to it. When we intered the airport the screems got louder by the second. There were flashed coming from everywhere.
This is it... I made it.
*Jacquelyn's POV*
Three months later.
"Honey, you have to eat something.." My mother wispered sitting next to me.
