Reunion II: Singing

By Anya

Chapter 1:Speed Dates

A/N: This story is dedicated to Demenior, who is always such a support to me! Here is the next installment of Reunion, JxT. Please Review!

Discl - Ahh, Screw it.

xxx… Waiting For Someone, Someday, To Arrive, And Love To Come Along …xxx

The pillow hit the door with a solid thunk. Theresa sighed heavily. Her friend wasn't going to let her get back to sleep, was she? Theresa brushed the hair out of her eyes and walked to her bedroom door.

"Alex, I swear to the Gods-" Theresa stopped speaking as she noticed her friend's appearance. Alex's dark raven hair was straight down her back, her large brown eyes lined with kohl. She was wearing bright red lipstick. "What are you wearing?" Theresa asked, gazing at her short red mini dress in apprehension.

"Cute isn't it?"

"You look like a stripper." Theresa informed her, trying to shut the door and go back to bed.

"Even better. Now dress up baby. We have somewhere to be and people to see!" Alex declared, waltzing into her room, and yanking open Theresa's huge closet.

"Alex, I don't want to go anywhere. Life stinks now. Daddy is mad at me, I lost my job, and Eric dumped me. Come on. Just let me sleep." Theresa pleaded, shutting the blinds Alex opened.

"Oh baby." Alex said sympathetically. "That's why you need to get out of bed. You lost your job because you were too busy trying to finish your psycho classes-"

"Psychiatrist classes Alex." Theresa corrected.

"That's what I said. And Eric dumped you because he was an idiot. And your Daddy isn't mad at you; he just liked Eric a lot."

Theresa groaned. That wasn't really helping her feel better. "Alex, please go away. You look nice. Go ask Cindy or something to go with you."

"Cindy is a drag. You however, used to be fun. Now come on, for me please? Just dress up and we will have a night out. My treat!" Alex begged, her large eyes misting.

Theresa looked to Alex, and to her closet. It had been a long time since she had had fun. Why not!

"Only if you do my makeup!" Theresa agreed. Alex squealed and pulled her makeup bag out of her purse.

Theresa scrambled through her clothes, trying to find something sexy, but not hooker like. She wasn't quite as flamboyant as Alex. Finally Theresa came across one of her favorite shirts, which her Ex- Eric had hated. He said it made her look ditzy.

Theresa grinned. This was what she needed. Slipping on her pale blue silk shirt, Theresa adjusted the beads that strung across the chest, holding it together. It was long, like a tunic, and low cut. Sexy, but not quite stripper wear.

She added tights to the tunic to make it an 80's outfit. Her strappy black shoes elongated her legs, and made her three inches taller than normal.

"Alright Alex. Don't go too crazy." Theresa commanded, sitting in front of her. Alex pouted for a moment, but soon lit up and pulled out her black liner and sparkles.

When Alex was done, Theresa's hair was barrel curled; her eyes sparkled and lightly lined. Her lips looked moist, but not colored.

"Perfect, where are we going?" Theresa asked, moderately excited about her girls night. She would have fun tonight, no matter what it took.

xxx… I'd Love You To Love Me, I'm Beggin' you To Beg Me …xxx

Theresa refrained from smacking her head on the table in front of her. Instead, she sent a death glare towards Alex who sat laughing three tables down.

"Are those space pants cause-" The man was interrupted by the ting of the bell Theresa's hand had smacked. She pointed him in the right direction and he left, glowering at her all the way. Alex ignored her completely.

Theresa groaned, why would Alex bring her to speed dating!? As soon as she was done here, Theresa was going to kick her best friend's ass to Kentucky.

"Hey is there a mirror in your-" Before the man even sat down Theresa rang the bell and sent him off. She smacked her head against the table. That was the fourth man today to try to use the same line.

"You look like your having a blast…" A petulant voice muttered from in front of her. Theresa looked up, and barely concealed her gasp.

There in front of her, was a man more scrumptious looking than any movie star. His hair was brown, with golden tints strewn throughout. His eyes were a mocha color, and scorched through her, making her entire body burn. Even slouching in a chair, he looked to be well over six feet. He was wearing a navy polo shirt with yellow stripes and blue denim jeans. Theresa was stunned at his model like appearance. What normal man had the right to look that edible and sexy!? He made her want to run her hands all over him. And what man that looked like that went to a speed dating session!?

"No, I am going to kill my friend when I get out of here actually. She put me up to this. Said I was being a whiner." Theresa muttered. The man sighed.

"Me too actually. My friends said that I should be out picking up 'babes'" He spat out the word like it tasted disgusting, "And that I worked too much. Sometimes, I could kill my friends. They mean well, but they are so immature. Party all day."

Theresa grinned. She liked this boy way more than she should. Sitting up straight and looking him straight in his scrumptious eyes, Theresa smirked.

"Alright, well considering you are the only person who hasn't used a cheesy pick up line on me, lets do this the way it should be done. I will ask you three questions, you answer them."

The man grinned. "Okay, I can live with that."

Theresa's breath was taken away at the boyish grin on his face. She got the feeling that the man in front of her rarely smiled, but when he did, he could light up the sun. Theresa felt her own smile growing instinctively.

"Hmm, let me see. Well, what's your name?"

"Jay. Jay Cameron." Jay answered, his face once again deadly serious.

"Okay… What is your favorite food and what is your favorite thing to do?" Theresa questioned.

Jay's face lit up, "Well I love banana splits. And I love sailing. I have always wanted to sail around the world, wouldn't that just be amazing?"

Theresa nodded, unable to keep from smiling along with him. Her anger at Alex was almost gone, just looking at Jay's face made all the previous corny lines used on her worth it. Suddenly, Jay's face turned playful. He smirked.

"My turn." He declared. "What is your name? What is your favorite thing to do… and what is your biggest weakness?"

Theresa frowned, deep in thought. "Well, start with the easiest. I am Theresa Davis. My favorite thing to do is… sing." Theresa blushed suddenly, thinking how one of her weaknesses seemed to be his smile, "And my biggest weakness is… Reese Peanut Butter Cups. I love them. I would do anything for them."

Time passed quickly, and after fifteen minutes their maximum half hour was almost finished. Theresa had learned that he owned his own business with his father whom he hated. He worked way too hard and lived in a tiny apartment. Theresa didn't really understand him, and she had only seven minutes left to try.

"We are almost out of time; let me ask you more questions." Jay said. Theresa nodded, silently begging the clock to slow down, just for her. "Okay, what do you want most in the entire world?"

Theresa felt herself flush, but she had promised to honestly answer his questions, "What I want most in the entire world," Theresa reddened once again, thinking that right about now, she just wanted to taste that tawny skin, "is freedom. I want to just leave all of this behind and go somewhere, anywhere, and have my own life."

Jay's face softened. "Would you sing for me sometime?"

"I don't sing for anyone."

"You didn't answer the question, I said, would you sing for me?"

Theresa squirmed, cornered. "Yes."

Jay's face broke out into a grin, "Alright, now last but not least. And most important. Oh look only thirty seconds of our time left together…"

Theresa was on the edge of her seat, pleading for time to just stop so she could take in his face for only one more minute. 'But that one more minute still wouldn't be enough' she reflected.

"You said you wanted to get away…so do I. I want to just leave everything, just like you. So come with me, Theresa. Let's leave. Let's go somewhere, anywhere."

"What is the question?" Theresa whispered, terrified. Jay leaned forward, his face mere inches from hers.

"Will you leave everything and run away with me?" Jay murmured, just loud enough for Theresa to hear.

Theresa sat back, stunned to only think two thoughts, 'You just met this boy. You can't run away with him Theresa! Think of your life!' This was the more rational thought. But the thought that overpowered all others was, 'You wanted more time, this is your chance. Screw your life; that is just what you wanted to leave! Go with him Theresa, do something just for yourself.'

"Time's up." Theresa said, standing up. Jay gaped at her. She started leaving, only to turn and look at Jay, who was staring at her, confused.

She winked and grinned. "Well, are you coming? Or have you changed your mind this quickly?"

xxx…I'm Just A Fool, A Fool In Love With You …xxx

Theresa watched as the sun slowly faded into night, leaving nothing but darkness and doubts. Her seat was comfortable, as first class should be, but she was scared, and her company was quiet. She was lonely, and she needed reassurance. What could have possessed her to leave her life? Her dad was there, her best friend, her… apartment. Theresa sighed. Her Dad she never saw even when she had lived only a few minutes away. Her best friend wasn't really that close to her, she just tagged along for looks. And her apartment was a junk heap.

So why was Theresa so frightened of her decision to leave with Jay?

Glancing over to the boy in question, Theresa grimaced. He wasn't that special… I mean, other than his boyish grin, wealth, kindness, humor and godly good looks, he was nothing special. Even if he did give her butterflies that Eric hadn't. Theresa sighed and flopped her head the opposite way of Jay, praying that someone would come along and offer her one hell of a heavy drink.

They didn't. But Jay did lace his fingers with hers, and squeezed her hand, seeking to reassure her, even though he was still sound asleep.

"Jay?" Theresa murmured, moderately stunned he was still conscious. He briefly opened his eyes.

"Don't worry Theresa. I will take care of you. And plus, if you don't like it in New Olympia, you can always go home. I am not kidnapping you or anything."

Theresa smiled weakly as Jay fell asleep again. Even half asleep, he knew just what to say to her. And he had only known her a day.

Only eight more hours and Theresa would be in New Olympia, ready to seek out a new apartment, a new job, and a new life. It wasn't crazy and it wasn't just a dream anymore… it was happening. Theresa smiled, realizing that the thoughts she had been having earlier weren't doubt, they were fear. Fear and excitement.

xxx…How You Turned My World, You Precious Thing …xxx