Disclaimer: I don't own JESSIE.
Author's note: Jessie is 28 years old in this story.
Jessie and true love
Jessie Prescott enter her apartment. She has been at the gym for more than two hours, working out to keep that beautiful body of hers in perfect shape. Now she's looking forward to a nice calm night at home.
"Oh my gosh, that was one tough gym-session, but it's worth it to look good and not get fat." says Jessie as she wipe some sweat off her face and throw the towel onto the floor.
Jessie step into her bathroom and start to pull off her gym-clothes. After a quick shower she head into her bedroom and put on a white tank top with 'Strong Lady' written on it and her new tight dark jeans.
"I need a glass of wine and a movie..." says Jessie as she open her alcohol-cabinet and choose a bottle of vintage red wine. She open the bottle and pour herself a glass. Then she grab a rom com DVD from her movie-collection, put the disk into her DVD-player and turn it on.
"A nice little night at home, just what I need." says Jessie as she cuddle up on her couch with a soft red blanket and her glass of wine.
A few minutes later a beep comes from Jessie's cell phone. "A txt...who can it be?" says Jessie as she grab her phone.
She doesn't recognize the number. She opens the txt and reads it "Hi, there, Jes! Want some company? I'm available." followed by a heart.
"Oh no, I don't need a stalker in my life." says Jessie in an annoyed tone. Jessie has a gun so she's not scared, but she want some peace and quiet without having to deal with some perverted stalker.
"I hope it's not Luke again. One more thing and I might call the police about that damn Jessie-crazy boy." says Jessie as she drink some of her wine.
Another txt arrive.
Jessie reads it "Why don't you answer? Please, don't be mad at me. Blessings and hugs from your secret admirer."
"Hm...that can't be Luke. It's sounds more like a man of my own age." says Jessie.
She sends a txt back, since she's not really sure that it's just some random stalker anymore "Who are you? If you want me to not be mad, tell me your name."
A few minutes later, another txt "It make me sad that you can't guess my identity, Jessica. Also you don't have to be afraid of me. I'm a friend."
Now there's no doubt about who it is. Jessie knows that there's only one man who call her Jessica, says such romantic things and thinks of himself as her 'secret admirer'. It's Tony!
"Tony, you little sneak. Why do you do this and not tell me it's you?" writes Jessie in her next txt.
Only a few seconds later, a new txt "Oh, you solved the mystery. Yes, it's me, Tony. How did you know?"
Jessie's answer "Only you call me Jessica, says nice mature romantic stuff and is my so called 'secret admirer'. That description only fit one person and that's you."
Tony's next txt "Good...so you never thought it was Luke or some perverted stalker then?"
Jessie's txt "Maybe for a second, but when you called me Jessica and said that you were sad when I couldn't guess your name I knew who you are."
Tony's response "I'm that predictable, baby?"
Jessie's reply "No, only to me. *giggle* I know you so well, ya know."
Tony's next message "I hope you're presentable, Jessica, because, guess what...I'm on my way over at this very moment. Be there in a few."
"Me is waiting. You're very much welcome. I'm happy that ya wanna spend some time with me." writes Jessie back.