Hey, it's me again! I just had this sappy idea to do some story. It was the first thing to come to mind. I hope you like this short, stupid, sappy, coming home story. Enjoy! Oh, used English names.

Ring Ring Ring

A shrill ring filled the room. A girl by the name of Rachel went over to her Father's office phone and stated the simple phrase, "Hello, Richard Moore Private Investigator's Office."

There was only one answer.

"Rachel."

"Jimmy, is that you? Where have you been? Do you know how worried I've been?"

"I've been...places. It's a story for another time, Rachel."

" -sighs- When are you coming home, Jimmy? It's been three months since your last phone call and two years since you were last in school. Why?"

"..."

"Well?"

"It's...well...I-" he sounded unsure, like he didn't know how to answer.

"Answer the question." she said, teary voiced.

"Rachel-"

"If you don't answer the question..." frustration started to edge into her voice.

"Rachel-"

"And I want a real answer, not a vague idea." frustration let anger in it's place.

"Rachel- "

"Because I'm not putting up with your answers anymore."

"RACHEL!"

"I - what Jimmy!?"

"Do you want an answer, or are you content talking to yourself?"

"Are you gonna answer me?"

"Yes, Rachel."

"Well?"

"I'm already home."

"What...you're...at...your house?" she was confused. If he was there, why would he call?

"No."

"But you just said-"

"Look out onto the street."

"Why would I ..."

"Just do it, Rachel."

"Okay...sure."

Rachel walked over to the window and looked out, midday sun illuminating many figures in the street. But what she saw made her gasp.

"Is that...?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" she could tell, just from the sound of his voice, that he had on that odd smirk of his on.

"But you said you were home."

"I am home. With you is where I belong. With you, I'm home."

"Jimmy....." she could hear the question in her own voice. She prayed the answer was yes.

"And I'm here to stay. No more disappearing. From now on, I'll always be with you." and he said it with such conviction, that even those most doubtful would believe.

But what exactly did Rachel Moore see to make her react so? She saw the one and only Jimmy Kudo, leaning against a lamp pole in front of her very own home. Smiling, with a cell phone in one hand, a bouquet of roses in the other.

Hope you liked it! It really isn't my best work, but it is cute. Like always, please review so this budding young author can improve her poor writing skills! Byes bye!