DISCLAIMER: OK, already!!! ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT! We ALL know I do NOT own these guys, and I have no money, which implies that I make no money (Just Comments) off this! So.................... K! My new fan fic! LOVE MEANS NEVER HAVING TO SAY GOOD-BYE by Andrea Bloom "Love means never having to say good-bye." That's what I say. Jonny thought so too. I was 17, and he was 16, and I had finally given him a chance. Well, he proved me wrong. He loved me more than life itself. And that's why I feel so guilty. Well, you see, it started about aweek ago.... the problems, that is. Jonny was complaining about his job, and his future. "Jessie! I can't live like this! I'm making close to nothing a week! What kind of life is that for you?!" bellowed Jonny. "Jonny, remember what I told you? The only life that matters to me is if I spend it with you," I insisted. "I love you, and I don't care if we live out in the streets of Manhattan, I just want to be with you for the rest of my life." Jonny knew I was right, but he didn't want to believe it. I could see it in his eyes he was hurting. Time went by, the week drove on, and Jonny came home every day, a little more depressed than the day before. But today was the worst yet. He had gone from more depressed to a helpless cause. "Jonny, what's wrong? You're late," I asked, in concern. "Jessie, I can't lie to you. Today, I got fired. I spent the rest of the afternoon searching for a new job, maybe a better one. You know, you were right. I should have stayed in school! And I want you to know, I wanted to. I really did. But with Dad and Race gone, I just can't afford it. My life is over!!" "Jonny, listen to me! Do you love me? Do you really really love me?" "I love you more than life itself! I mean, not my life, you wouldn't want my life. The life of the most loving man in the world!" "I don't want some other man's life! I want yours! Do you love me more than your OWN life?!" "I can't say I do, because than I wouldn't love you very much, as my life is worth nothing. We'll end up someday on America's Most Wanted. I don't want that life for you." I couldn't say anything there. I just had to hope things would get better, but I saw no signs. "Jessie?" "Yes?" "Do you remember two years ago? I mean, when you liked Hadji?" "I didn't like Hadji!" "Oh, come on. It was obvious." "THAT obvious? YOU noticed?" "Yeah, Hadji did too!" "Well, I can see THIS conversation is going nowhere!" "No, Jess, wait. You have Hadji's number, right? 'The World's Smartest Scientest Ever to Have Lived, and at Only Age 19.' Call him, Jessie. I think he still has a crush on you." "Jonny, I like Hadji, he's my friend, but I love you!" Jonny got up then, he walked right up to me. He looked my deep in the eyes. I could see the pain in his heart by looking into them. "Jessie, I-I-I'm really, very sorry that I have to do this to you, b-b-b-but i-it's for, your own good." His voice shook so much when he said that. *WHACK!* You may not have seen that coming, and I didn't either. Well, I regained conciousness a few minutes later. It was almost as if Jonny had planned this. Well, the car was gone, and so was Jonny. I called 911 to report the missing teen. An hour later they had found the car, with Jonny inside it. It was driven off the nearby bridge, and Jonny was dead. They had an autopsy done on him, and it was ruled as a suicide. Well, I confirmed that with them. I told them the whole story. He was placed in Quest Cemetery with Dr. Quest, Race, my Mom, Bandit, Mrs. Quest, Grandpa and Grandma Quest, and many others. And that's where I stand now. I realized Jonny loved me more than life itself. He died to make MY life better. That's why I blame myself. That's why I stand here with a knife in my hand. And that is why I am killing myself now. To be with my love. Love means never having to say Good-bye. That's not what Jonny did, and that's not what I intend to do. Jessie Bannon died that night, and her body was placed beside Jonny's. Hadji came and cried. He was now the only living Quest member, and he was a Singh. However, the Quest name will have no end. They will live on forever. THE END Did you like it? Email me at Jessie-Bannon@usa.net and tell me, please! It inspires me!