My Other Car is a Spaceship

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Feeling like she’d just lived through the Twilight Saga love triangle, Jessie paced across her living room, feeling anxious about Buzz coming soon. She had poured her heart out today, and so had he… She didn’t quite know how to process what she was feeling. She had invited Buzz over in the heat of the moment…and she had to admit that the heat of the moment hadn’t completely left her system, she still felt all sorts of rattled emotionally.

Her heart kept breaking in different ways everyday lately, so it seemed anyway. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, especially neither of her boys… But she always seemed to wind up doing it anyway. She loved them both in such different ways… It was so hard to pick one over the other. Especially since Jim had just asked her on a date on Valentine’s day… The thought of that made her stomach ache with guilt. But she had to accept that she’d made her choice. And it was the familiar, safe feeling of Buzz.

Buzz gave her do many feelings, she couldn’t even begin to describe them. Familiarity, comfort, safety, love… There was  just something about him that made her want him, unequivocally and irrevocably, something inside her that made her feel like he was hers and no one else could have him. She had come to decide it had to have something to do with their forgotten pasts before the island. She had to have known him at the very least… though she was slowly beginning to suspect there was much more than just mere friendship between them.

A rumbling noise, an engine of some kind, could faintly be heard from outside. She ran to the window and peeked down to see a green jeep - Buzz’s green jeep. She bit her lip as her heart sped up to hummingbird speed, and she began to fiddle nervously with the braid that hung over her shoulder. She watched Buzz jump from the jeep and walk into the inn, then she dashed into the bathroom quickly to do one last check up on her appearance. Hair done, check, clothes… Could be better, but check, lip gloss, check.

And then there was a knock on her door.

The entire ride over, all Buzz could think was: what the hell am I doing?  He had admitted to Jessie that his feelings for her ran deep.  His mathematically inclined mind informed him that these feeling were so deep they could be quantified as love.  It had to be.  Sure, there had been a few other women on the island he’d been attracted to, maybe some slightly more than others.  But with Jessie it was different.  It was more than attraction, it was almost like an invisible force pulling them together, pushing them towards each other.  If that wasn’t love, what was?  

Buzz suspected it had something to do with the sense of familiarity and deja vu Jessie’s presenve inspired in him; each time they saw each other, he became that much more convinced that they were connected in their lives pre-island.  But how?

And now, parking the Jeep and hopping out, Buzz was on his way to do… what?  Confess his love?  He’d already done that.  Try to figure out their past?  Highly unlikely.  Maybe… maybe just be together.  That he could handle.

Crossing the lobby and punching the button for the elevator, Buzz nervously played with the hem of his shirt as he stepped into the platform.  As he moved upward, his eyes never left the changing floor numbers even though his mind was completely elsewhere.  Once reaching Jessie’s floor, he walked out and down the hall, scanning the doors for the right number.  When he found it, he stopped, shook out his hands to relieve some of the extra stress, and knocked.