This is my first fic on this show so bear with me…

Summary: Jack is gone for the summer and Courtney and Missy both miss him so much. He's been gone for a little longer than anticipated and Missy is worried. JC/JM (beginning)

Disclaimer: I do not own Jack and Bobby. Though I wish I owned Matt Long. All I own is this idea. And I don't own the song "Come Home Soon" by Shedaisy.

A/N: Sorry about the time in-between these chapters. Next chapter won't be as long of a wait. But in order for me to write that chapter you GOTTA REPLY.

Chapter 2

Jack had finally called. I don't know if he wanted to or felt like he had to. I'm only his girlfriend. I deserve to be called. Right? He had asked how Courtney was of course, and what could I say? "Why do you love her and not"? NO! So instead, in typical Missy fashion I told him I didn't know. That I hadn't talked to her in days. He sounded really upset. Which brings me to the question of why being HER?

"JACK!"

"Hey Courtney. What's up?"

"Nothing. Did you call Missy?"

I cursed myself for asking that.

"Just called her. She sounded upset. Do you know why?"

"She misses you."

"Do you miss me?"

"Of course. You know I love you Jack."

"I know. I was just making sure. Well my mom has to call the college."

"When are you coming home?"

"In a week. I'll call you."

"Ok. Bye."

"Bye Court."

That had been the first time I talked to Jack in about 2 weeks. He had left for New York about a month ago. And when he left he was still dating Missy. He had told me that he loved me the day he left and I told him I loved him. But after awhile I felt stupid. LOVE? How could I love someone who had a girlfriend? How could I be the other woman? How could I? But in a way, I was. I had told him I would wait for him and he had told me that he would break up with Missy once he got back. But now, I don't know how true that is. When he left I lived on those words. In fact, I had multiple dreams on how it would be. But now…now I just wait for the day when he comes home.

It's not like me to listen to country. But I had just gotten home from grocery shopping and decided to turn the radio on in the kitchen…

I put away the groceries

And I take my daily bread

I dream of your arms around me

As I tuck the kids in bed

I don't know what you're doing

And I don't know where you are

But I look up at the great big sky

And I hope you're wishing on that same bright star

I wonder

I pray

And I sleep alone

I cry alone

And it's so hard living here on my own

So please, come home soon

(Come home soon)

I know that we're together

Even though we're far apart

And I'll wear our lucky penny 'round my neck

Press to my heart

I wonder

I pray

And I sleep alone

I cry alone

And it's so hard living here on my own

So please, come home soon

(Come home soon)

I still imagine your touch

It's beautiful missing something that much

But sometimes love needs a fighting chance

So I'll wait my turn until it's out turn to dance

I wonder

I pray

I sleep alone

I cry alone

Without you this house is not a home

So please, come home soon

I walk alone

I try alone

I'll wait for you,

Don't want to die alone

So please, come home soon

Come home soon

Come home soon

I started to cry. That was Jack's song and mine. I heard it all the time since he left. And I told him about it and he told me that it was sour song. And I just started crying even more. Remembering that conversation. He had told me about this big fight that he had with Missy before he left and I told him not to worry. I turned the radio on and the words of the song just started to fill the room. He asked me what that was. Knowing I hate country. I said that it was a song that reminded me of him. I told him the story of how I went to turn my dad's radio on in his study and this song came on. It was the day that he left. The day that we told each other that we loved each other. So he promised me, when he got home that I would play it for him and that we would dance. Now, if you knew Jack then you would know he doesn't dance. So to my surprise, I laughed and agreed. He laughed to and then that was it. That was the last time I talked to him. And then now. The time when he asked about Missy and the shortest conversation we had EVER had. But, it leads me to the question of…what's gonna happen?

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