[jimmie@missingyou.com]

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A/N: This is a just a short story I wrote - the email addresses are MADE UP, not for real. Pleasepleaseplease don't try and email them. Okay? Okay.

A/N II: Thanks to Haven and Denise, my faithful beta readers!

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To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

I miss you.

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Jimmie,

Don't do this. It's done. Please don't email me anymore, okay?

Danielle

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

It's not done. Dani, please. We have to talk. Please answer your phone. I feel like a stalker sending you email like this.

Love Always,

Jimmie

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Then stop emailing me. Stalking is rarely becoming on a man. And I'm sorry to say it, Jimmie, but you aren't a man. You're just a scared little boy who plays with toys that don't belong to him.

Danielle

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Dani, I swear to god, I never … she was nothing. She meant nothing. She was nothing. You don't understand. You're my everything. You know that.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

You're my angel. I miss you. Dani, please, pick up the phone. I want to talk to you. I want to make this right.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Please. Let me make this right. Please? Please, Dani?

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Looked to me like she meant something. Something that was worth throwing away our relationship for. Something that you used to sate your over inflated ego and your obvious need to fuck someone else when I wasn't around. Well done.

Stop emailing me. It's over.

Danielle

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

I didn't sleep with her.

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Uh-huh.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

I didn't! I swear to God, Dani! Yes, I had a few too many beers, and yes, she followed me to my trailer, but nothing happened. Nothing.

Why didn't you tell me you were at the track that night?

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Why? Because if I were there, you wouldn't have flirted with every girl in a five mile radius? You wouldn't have gotten drunk off your ass? You wouldn't have stuck your tongue down some stranger's throat?

Frankly, I think I'm better off knowing now what you're like.

I trusted you. I trusted you, Jimmie.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

You can trust me. I trust you. I trust you with my heart, my head, my body, my everything. I'm a wreck without you. Please, Dani. Please?

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Why can't you just admit it? Admit what you did, and move on. I have.

I'm leaving your front door key under the mat. I don't want it anymore.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

If I admitted it, would you give me another chance?

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Would you?

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Dani, please. Talk to me. I can't - I can't concentrate, I can't eat, I'm not sleeping. All I do is lay in bed and think of you.

Think of how beautiful you are when you sleep. Think of how much you make me smile. Think of what cute kids we'd have one day. Think of how you make me happier than I have ever been.

And now, I just lay in bed and miss having you beside me.

Every night. Every night I miss you.

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Jimmie, stop. Please. Please, stop. Don't make this harder.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

You told me once you trusted me. Do you still? Do you trust me?

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

I want to. I want to trust you, Jimmie. But I don't.

Not after all the stories, all the late nights, and especially not after the track.

I can't.

I refuse to be hurt by you. I refuse to.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Nothing happened with her. I didn't sleep with her. I didn't invite her in. I didn't even know she was following me until she grabbed me on my front step. That's the truth.

But she kissed me. And I kissed her.

Want to know why?

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Want to know why?

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

No. I know why. You obviously cared so little about our relationship or my feelings that kissing some other chick at the track while your girlfriend wasn't around doesn't even count as cheating or breaking trust or anything of the sort.

God, why am I still emailing you about this?

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Danielle, listen to me. Really listen to me.

I love you. I've loved you for as long as I can remember, because before you, there was nothing. There was no one. And there is still no one for me but you.

You have to believe that, because it's the honest to god truth.

Why did I let her kiss me? Why did I kiss her?

Because I missed you. I missed the feeling of someone's arms around me, I missed the smell of a girl, the feel of one. Because these last three months without seeing you have killed me.

I go to the track, I go home. I go to another track. I go to meetings. I go to photo shoots. I go to another track.

And all I want is to see my girl. To hold her. To kiss her. To make love to her until she screams and moans and writhes and tells me how much she loves me.

I lay in bed and if I concentrate, I can still smell your perfume, your shampoo on my pillow.

I close my eyes and concentrate and I can hear your voice echoing in my trailer.

I run my hands over the sweater you always wear and try to picture you the way you feel in it.

I'm going absolutely fucking crazy without you.

And so I kissed her.

If I admit to all that, will you give me another chance?

Because I swear to god, I would do anything just to touch you, kiss you, love you again.

And that is the absolute truth.

I love you, with all of me,

Jimmie

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

What am I supposed to say to all that? God, Jimmie…

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Say you forgive me. Say you understand. Say you feel the same.

But please god, say you still love me.

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

You know I do.

But that doesn't make this alright.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Tell me what to do to make this right. Tell me what to do to make this okay.

I'll do anything.

I'd fly my ass there tomorrow and drag you out of class and explain everything, beg you for forgiveness if I thought I could convince you to stay with me.

But I think you'd kick my ass if I did that.

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Good call there, skippy.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Yeah. Thought so. :-)

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Do you honestly think this isn't hard for me too? Don't you think I miss you so much it hurts sometimes? Don't you know how much I want to be with you?

Cheer for you? Be there for you? Do all that writhing and moaning with you?

And for the record, I don't scream in bed. That's you.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

I don't think so, missy.

Wait, are you flirting with me?

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

No.

God.

Cocky much?

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Sorry. Wishful thinking.

Great. Now I'm thinking about whether I scream or not.

Thanks a lot.

Am I forgiven?

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

No.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Yeah, figured that was too easy.

How about if I email you all the sexy things I want to do to you in bed?

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Sex is what got you into this mess in the first place. Remember?

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Yeah, but that was sex that didn't happen with some stranger that means nothing to me.

I'm talking about you and me, Dani. Just you and me.

I want us to be okay.

Please?

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Please? Pretty please?

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

You swear all that was the truth?

About nothing happening with her?

About what you said about me?

About all of it?

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

I swear on my mama's grave, Dani. I swear.

She was nothing. Nothing happened. You're everything.

And I miss you.

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Nice spin on Sunday there, skippy.

Made you look like a Bodine.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Ouch.

Wanna know why I spun?

Because I was thinking about you instead of my entrance to turn three. That's the truth.

Ask Chad.

He bitched me out about not getting my head in the game.

I told him you and I were fighting and that you were probably going to end up dumping me over something stupid.

He told me to do anything humanely possible to get you to forgive me or that he would park me if I drove that stupid again.

He said to send flowers, but I think I'm past the flowers stage. Am I right?

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Oh, I don't know. Daffodils and tulips would go a long way right now.

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Okay, I didn't mean 11 dozen. Of each.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

I thought better safe than sorry.

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Ever heard of overkill?

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

I've heard of roadkill.

This is stupid. Why are we still emailing? Why can't we talk on the phone?

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Because I know if I hear your voice, I'll…

I'll stop being mad at you. I'll forgive you. And I'll realize how much I miss you.

You asshole.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Tell me what to do. Tell me.

I'm…I'm so tired, Dani. I just want to come home. I just want to see you. I just want to be. I just want to be. To exist. Nothing more.

Tell me.

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Just come home, Jimmie.

Just come home.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Will you be there?

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

Yes. Even if I have to ditch class, I'll be there.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

Dani?

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

What?

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

I love you.

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

I love you too.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

And trust me, this time, I'm making you scream.

To: jjwho?@yahooo.com
From danibear@yahooo.com

You always were such a sweet talker, honey.

Just come home.

Just come home.

To: danibear@yahooo.com
From: jjwho?@yahooo.com

I love you. And I'm on my way home.

I'm on my way.