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| My Muse -- 2nd Part |
"So what are you cooking?"
"Wait and see. Now come sit next to me."
"Wow you do know how to cook. Autumn salad is one of my favorite dishes. I thought you were bluffing when you said it earlier."
"It’s pretty simple, I will teach you the recipe so you can do it yourself."
"I thought the whole point of you being here was so that I didn’t have to do this myself."
"Beetles! You are a spoiled kid aren’t you?"
"Don’t call me kid."
"Shut up and eat your food. Kid."
Hehehehehe
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"Wonderful Jensen. I must say, you have excelled yourself today with this autumn salad, almost seems like you did not cook it."
"It's pretty simple to make."
"Well, you can go to school now, but don’t forget you have to babysit your cousins tonight. I have a date."
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TWO
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2nd
Part
The morning
I met Jourdan for the first time I was too out of my mind to cope with
everything she had said to me.
How was I to
believe that some woman from a future where I existed had come to the past to
make my life easier? It was all too crazy to even sound right… and she was like
a ghost? No. I refused to believe it.
I told her she needed to go for the morning; I needed time to think it all through.
Of course it
was just an excuse. In my mind I was only having a dream.
Just as
that, she disappeared from my eyes, and I was able to concentrate on the things
I needed to do.
After I took
the kids to school, I came back home to catch on my sleep. There was no point
in going to school that day, I was not in the right frame of mind to deal with
lectures and other people.
I laid down on Tommy’s bed and took a 2 hour nap.
When I got
up, I started to make the beds. I needed to get everything done before my aunt
came back from her job.
With a
clearer mind, I had started to believe that what had happened that morning was
a figment of my imagination; that I must had created her in my dreams.
If that was
not a possibility, then the last thought that went through my mind was that of
my mental health. Had I started to lose it?
"What in the beetles are you still doing here? I have been waiting to see if you get some sense into that head of yours and go to school, but I see you have no intentions on doing that!"
"My Jeesus you ARE real!"
"Of course I’m real. I mean, I’m not exactly… ugh!"Listen you need to get to school. I know you have been slacking all these days, I remember you telling me about this, and how it was difficult to focus in academics... having two jobs…"
"I have never told you anything."
"OH. MY. BEETLES!!!! I meant your older self. Don’t get smart with me Jensen!"
"Right, 'my older self'."I need to get a few things done before I can go to school."
"Don’t worry about any of that. I will do them all, you go to school. From now on school is your first priority. I need you to become who you are in the future. For that, you need to go to school.
"Hmmm, I wonder how you managed without me then?"
"What are you talking about? Everything that comes out of your mouth is CRAZINESS!!"
"Look, just go to school. Please? Tonight, when everyone else is asleep, Ill explain things better to you. I’ll cook something yummy, something I know you like."
My head was spinning with all that was happening. At first I really thought I had gone crazy, but I am too rational to not know clarity. This was not my imagination, it was real, it was happening.
I took a deep breath and calmed myself. I was not going to gain anything from forcing a situation that could turn ugly. All I needed to do was research her name, yep, it couldn't be that hard to find information on one person...
"Okay."
"Alright! I knew you wouldn’t fail me. You know? You are a good kid after all Jensen."Now, go on. When you get back we’ll clear things up."
I left all
the doubts, confusions, and craziness behind. I headed out the door with a
clear mind.
Jourdan was
right about one thing though: enough was enough! I needed to make school my priority
no matter what. My destiny depended on it.
***
I got home
that night and everything was done. She really had cleaned the house and done the
dishes; cooked; and the laundry was done as well.
My aunt had had gone to sleep early, and my cousins were already in bed as well. I was alone, with Jourdan. But I didn’t know where she was.
I was ready to hear what she had to say. During my lunch break at work, I had googled a Jourdan, but all I knew was her first name, there were about three Jourdans in Starlight and none looked like her. All that was left for me was to hear her out.
I sat down
in the dining table to do my homework, and suddenly heard a ruckus in the kitchen.
I looked up
and Jourdan was there, getting ready to cook something.
Whatever was that she had said I would like for sure.
We sat to
eat, and after that she went to explain everything.
Apparently
she and I know each other very well in the future, we have a close
relationship. “Very close” she emphasized on that. But she wouldn’t say what
kind of relationship; she said something about not taking chances in disturbing destiny. It was all very confusing. And to be honest it still is.
Jourdan said
she had come to the past because my future self was in danger. Again, she did
not go into details as to why and how. She also refrained from explaining how
she could be invisible to others. She kept telling me to think of her as a
ghost.
I asked her how she traveled, how it was even possible for her to be here in the past if she was from twelve years in my future. She said “The Power” brought her here to this time.
That’s what she called it, “The Power”. And like that, nothing more than what she had already said was discussed that night. But what really intrigued me was the way she described me; the me in the future: She said I am a good man. I have kids; two. She said I was married, and that I was happy.
I could not
picture myself married and with children. I thought of how wonderful it would
be for me to finally have a family of my own. Be married and have children; be
surrounded by people that I cared about and cared about me in return.
If letting Jourdan help me around the house would make this dream come true then I was more than ready to let her stay. I wanted that dream to become real.
***
The next
couple of weeks went by in bliss. Jourdan did everything she said she would do.
We had a
routine; every night while everyone else was asleep she would clean the house
and cook the breakfast for the morning.
All I had to
do was work on my homework and study hard to get good grades at school; I had
fallen behind in my academics, and she was giving me a start. She was helping
me become someone different, someone that can have goals and reach them.
I needed to
thank her for it.
My life had
finally taken a turn for the better. I only felt I didn’t deserve it, I had
done nothing to deserve it.
Many other kids in the world suffer a fate much
worse than mine, heck! Mine wasn't really that bad... not yet.
But there I was, being spoiled by a guardian angel. Because she was that and more, she was my muse; I gathered the courage and inspiration to dream from Jourdan.
So I told
her I would take her to the summer festival. If she could make herself visible
to other people when she wanted, then she could go out with me and have fun, at
least for once.
She was
ecstatic! And I was happy to be able to give something back to her.
***
And six more months went by, quickly.
Like sand slipping through your fingers.
I had so
much fun with Jourdan during that summer.
We would go to the beach on Sundays when my aunt was away with my cousins, and just play like little kids. It was the most fun I have ever had.
I had forgotten that life could be so beautiful.
That is when
I realized how I had shut myself away from people and life in general, and it
was all on me. Not my aunt, nor my bratty cousins… no, it was all on me. I had
done this to myself. I had let them disturb my life in this way, and I had
given in too easy.
From that
moment on, I swore to never let Jourdan go away. I didn’t care where she had
come from. I didn’t know if it was true all she had said. For all I knew, she
could have been a crazy person that was lost. She could have made up
everything… I mean, it was the rational way to think. Still, I wanted her to
stay and keep me company. I wanted her to be my friend.
My very first friend.
My very first friend.
I had decided. Jourdan and I would always be together.
But how was
I to know?
How was I to
know that happiness goes as quickly as it comes.
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1st Degree -- Jensen and the Ghost of Jourdan
Chapter THREE:
More Than Friends
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6 Degree of Separation by -- Buckeygirl80
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Awwww.. the ending of this chapter was very sweet. He has his very first friend finally.
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