I Resist the Muses

( cut for length, written in fic format )

Jessica Moore // Supernatural

((so completely meta...it isn't even funny...using all my own muses and my friends muses lol))

I decided I needed to leave Palo Alto, California. I was tired of being reminded of things left and right. Road trip. I rented a car, and headed out. Where was I going? Hell if I know. I didn't care. I somehow wound up in Dillon, Texas. Don't ask me how, wasn't my intention.

I pulled up to a diner and got out and then people were screaming some girls name at me and then I shook my head. Obviously people were yelling at some girl they knew that was around me. When I slipped in a couple people smiled at me and I smiled back. Weird place, people seemed friendly though. I ordered a burger and a fries and the waitress said: comin' right up Tyra. I had to wonder who she was talking to, but I didn't pay attention. I leaned on the counter top and waited, tapping my fingers against the top and sipping at my drink. Then I felt someone behind me and my brow perked. Then hands on my thighs and the skirt being hiked up and a kiss to my neck. Needless to say the person got nailed in the shin with my foot.

"Damn it Tyra! What'd I do this time!"

I just looked at him and then shook my head. "Whoever Tyra is? It ain't me."

The guy looked at her and she had to blink. He was kinda cute....."come on, I know I pissed you off again but come on."

"look I'm NOT Tyra. I don't know who Tyra is."

Thats when the other me walked in. Holy....She stopped and looked at me, and I had to look at her too. We talked for a while, and she slapped the guy across the face for doing that to me. His name was Tim Riggins, and he was a fullback for the Dillon Panthers. Had to admit the other me had good taste.

Then I was gone as fast I came in, and Tyra and Tim were in the backroom doing GOD only knows what, and I really didn't want to know. Funny, Mistaken Identities were miracles. Tyra Collette and I? We're almost best friends now. Funny how things work out huh?

Jessica Moore // Supernatural

Dreams are meant to be just that. Dreams. I used to dream about graduating Stanford and going to Harvard Law with Sam. I used to dream about marrying him and living happily ever after. Want to know what I got? None of that. There was no graduating Stanford, there was no Harvard and there was no marrying Sam. Instead dreams became nightmares. Really? I don't want to dream anymore if if means I have to remember what never happened. I think I liked having those nice fluffy things that I could hold some hope with. Something that I could desperately cling to because it helped me feel wanted and needed. Made me remember who I loved.

Look at me rambling about dreams. Truth of the matter is, I dream about finding Sam again, and making sure he's okay. That he's alive. And in my reality? That he still loves me and he'll pull me back into his arms and I'll be right where I belong. Of course, dreams don't come true. I should realize that by now. Sam is never coming back.


Jessica Moore // Supernatural

Prompt #3
What are your thoughts on love?

Thoughts on love. Okay. Here it goes. When I was younger, I used to watch my parents hug and kiss each other all the time. I told myself that was going to be me someday. That I was going to be the girl who has a husband or a boyfriend that would treat me exactly like my dad treated my mom.
Now, I've seen the recent Hairspray movie, go on, make fun of me. That I hear the bells song is like EXACTLY how it worked when I saw Sam for the first time. I'm not a blonde bimbo, but when he walked past me with the group of his friends and he brushed up against me, I knew, I was gonna have to try and get that boy. Seriously. What began was this secret admiration thing. You know girls and our crushes. I was in college. Stanford. He had better things to do then pay attention to a girl who didn't even speak up.
But, my thoughts were that when you find "the one" you know it, and it hits you like a ton of bricks that are going to fall on you from a building because you're acting like an idiot. Love is when you can't exactly move around without thinking of that certain someone. Where you can talk about anything and don't keep secrets from one another (let's..not go there with that one please). You do little things for them, surprise them.
It's when you can imagine yourself in a white dress being walked down the aisle by your father (or whom ever is going to walk you down the aisle)and him giving you away to that boy waiting at the end. Love is standing by someone no matter what happens, and working through things. Nothing is so bad that it can't be forgiven and worked on. Love can make it through anything, if you really love each other.
Unfortunately, I'll never have that white wedding with the person I was in love with, and I'll never be able to actually say if love can conquer all.

Jessica Moore
Supernatural
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Name is Jessica Moore. I'm 23 years old and currently live in Palo Alto, CA. Really, I can't honestly tell you much, because I don't entirely REMEMBER much. I know I had a boyfriend named Sam, his brother Dean came and said something about his dad being on a hunting trip and then Sam leaving. I remember baking cookies and the rest is a blur. I don't remember anything else. Not sure if I should really or not. I don't have a home. It's ash now. Well, it's been remodeled and re-rented out, so I technically don't have a home. I'm staying in hotels and such, and please don't ask me how I get the money. I happen to be really good with picking pockets. That's how I get by for the time being until I figure out what exactly is going on. I think I'm supposed to be dead, but I'm not. Does that make sense? I'm the living dead girl. Maybe? I'm a smartass. I should tell you that right now. If I have something to say, I'm going to say it. I don't keep things from people, it's one of my biggest pet peeves, being lied to. So don't lie to me and we'll get along just fine.
That's about it.