Mockingbird.

It had been decided. I was going home. After nearly a year and a half, I was finally going back to Arizona. I had no idea what lie ahead for me once I got there. I hadn’t kept in touch with any of our friends, so I didn’t know where John stood. For all I know he hates me. I wouldn’t blame him if he did. Either way, I, for selfish reasons, am going to see him. I don’t quite care whether or not he wants to see me; I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.

Step one: get from New York City to Chandler, Arizona.

Written for 'Tis The Season & Favorite Bands Songfic Contest (Second) & Ho Ho Hopefully
Also entered in Oh, what a Christmas joy. (Second)

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