Jet Link doesn't like his apartment. He thinks it messy, small, and kind of smelly. Sometimes when he opens the window he gets a lung-full of smog, and his neighbor has a tendency to play pop music for hours on end, full blast.

Jet really doesn't like his apartment because he thinks it feels empty. It's as if, though there is barely enough room for he and his stuff; that there needs to be someone else there. He feels incomplete.

When Jet was walking through the streets one day, something in one of the display windows caught his eye. A simple sign that read, "Home is where the heart is."

If that is true, than Jet knows for sure why he hates his apartment so much. He knows why it feels so empty; he knows why he feels so incomplete.

Jet's heart lived far away. Jet's home was far away. His apartment in the Bronx wasn't his home anymore, despite the fact he'd spent most of his life there. Jet's home was far away, in the hands of another.

An oblivious other who knew nothing of Jet's feelings. An oblivious other who hadn't a clue about his own feelings. Jet's home was with Joe Shimamura, another teen who had no true home. Joe's home was in the hands of Jet.

But neither would do anything about it. Because neither of them knew how the other felt. Neither of them wanted to risk it. Neither of them had truly grasped the intensity of their emotions. Neither of them had the courage.

There was another old saying, "Courage comes from the heart."

Neither boy had his own heart with him. Neither boy had the courage to claim their hearts back. Neither boy had the courage to join their hearts as the one they were meant to be.

They had no true home. They had no true courage. They had no true heart.

-Owari-

VDG: ...what an odd little drabble I've concocted...meh

Disclaimer: two words- French. Stalker. Need I say more?

-VDG-