Hey strangers! HA! PUN! Anyway, this chapter was posted on my birthday (June 11th) and I thought it was a little special so I made sure to post it tonight. Sorry if it seems a little bit rushed. Remember, you're seeing what Amy's seeing. So yeah, enjoy!

"Dammit! Why does this seat have to be so uncomfortable?"

"Jack, if I have to listen to you bitch and re-situate yourself one more time, I'm gonna scream."

He sighed, pulling his cowboy hat off and tugging his lean fingers through his hair. "Fuck you." He muttered.

Amy simply rolled her eyes and kept on driving. They were a little over half way to Wyoming. So far, the journey they had persued was unbearably long. Someone would be complaining about the sun being to bright, or nothing being on the radio, pointing out that the gas meter was low again, or worrying half to death about Bobby, wondering about Lureen, grumbling about having to take a piss and dreaming out loud about Ennis Del Mar. It had to be worth it. If not, someone was gonna get it. She switched on the radio, focusing her thoughts on the country song's lyrics. It wasn't up beat, but it wasn't a ballad either. Just... country.

A few hours passed by, Amy insisted that Jack drive instead. They were close. Fifteen minutes away. Boy, was Twist in a good mood now. He turned up a catchy tune and whistled and sang all the words. He playfully smacked the steering wheel, grinning from ear to ear. "Ennis." He simply stated, shaking his head in astonishment.

Amy was thankful that Jack was this happy. He hadn't been in such a mood in a very long time. There was a difference between a good mood and completely head over heels smitten. She immediately chose the second one.

There they were. A simple drive way, another car parked there already. Jack looked like he was about to hop out of the truck right than and there. But than this long trip would be wasted and Amy and Ennis would be sad yet pissed at that dumb ass for what he did. Well, Amy would for sure. Oh yeah, she would.

The truck came to a halt. This was it. Jack sucked in a breath, pulled his cowboy hat back onto his head and closed the car door behind him. A huge smile was imprinted on his face. That was a nice sight. Like staring at the sun. That's how it was when Jack Twist was happy.

Amy saw Ennis Del Mar for the first time. He was everything Jack said he was. You could tell he was shy, just by looking at him, sandy blonde curls, kinda tall, brown eyes. Complete opposite of Jack. Maybe that's why they worked so well.

The two embraced in a hug, both grinning from ear to ear. They squeezed each other tight for a few more seconds, and pulled away. It looked like a brotherly thing, but it was so much more than that.

Amy held her breath as she watched Jack and Ennis talk for a few minutes. His eyes looked so bright. They just stood and talked. What the hell? She waited 'til their conversation was over. Something wasn't right.

Jack's face dropped visually. Damn, that son of a bitch. Amy thought. He returned to the truck, sitting in the driver's seat. Ennis turned around and hopped back into his car as well.

"What happened?" Amy asked, concerned.

He shook his head. "We ain't goin'." He frowned. "He's got his damn kids with him! I was wrong, this was a stupid idea." Jack grumbled.

She placed a hand on the small of his back in comfort. "I'm sorry." Amy sighed. "Let's go home."

Jack nodded, starting the truck back up. It was a long road back to Texas. Taking that road was all for nothing. Ennis really upset the two of them. In this moment, Amy kind of wanted to smack him for the hurt he caused Jack.

About twenty minutes into their drive, a sad country tune came on the radio. So different. Jack heard it, and he started to sniffle. For Ennis, Jack would shed a few tears every once in a while. This was different. This was crying.

"Jack," Amy cooed. "Pull over."

He sniffled, nodding his head and driving onto the side of the road. The truck weezed to a stop and stayed there. "Godammit, Ennis." Jack sobbed, finally breaking down. He leaned into Amy, beginning to stain her T-Shirt with tears. But she didn't care at all. He gripped her shoulders tight, as if fighting the pain. She didn't want him to, he fought the pain every day. That didn't matter right now. Breathe in, breathe out. Jack sobbed loudly again.

Amy tightly held him in her arms.