Hello, everyone! So, if you're reading my story, Letting Her In, then you'll know that in my last chapter I mentioned I had some oneshot ideas floating around in my head. This is one of them! Basically, I came up with this idea at work one night. I work in a really nice restuarant and one night there were two serperate children that came in, and both made me think of Jace. One was just a baby, but he had this head of curly blond hair that was so adorable! The other was a British boy with the same curly blond locks and he was probably about ten years old. I'm not sure why, but these two kids got me thinking about what Jace would be like as a kid. The restuarant setting should be self explanitory, haha. As I mentioned, I have an idea of how I can turn this into a full out story if people want me to. The only thing is, I would change the title and I probably wouldn't really work on it much until I finish Letting Her In. But, let me know if you think this could turn into a good story. Sorry for rambling!

Disclaimer: I do not own TMI or its characters...not even little Jace :(

Jace yanked on his tie for what seemed like the thousandth time, and Celine promptly leaned down to fix it for what seemed like the thousandth time. "Jace," she said in a stern voice. "We've told you this; You need to stop playing with your tie. We want you to look your best, which means your tie needs to be nice and straight. Okay, honey?"

Jace's fingers twitched with the need to loosen his tie. "But, Mom!" Jace whined. "I can't breath!" To emphasize his point, he put his hands to his throat in a chocking gesture and started fake gagging.

Celine merely rolled her eyes, for she had long ago grown used to his games. She learned it's best not to play into him, because it feeds his ego-which is already more swollen than any other seven year olds. She grabbed his hand and led him into the restaurant where Stephen had already gotten them a table.

The restaurant was nicer than most that the family had gone to lately. Stephen and Celine used to go to restaurants like this all the time before Jace was born, but then they had him and he was too young, loud and misbehaved to bring to restaurants as nice as this one. But now he was seven years old and had been calming down considerably, so they figured that it was worth a shot. They had been warning him all evening that he needed to be on his best behavior. Now they could only pray that he listened.

The inside of the restaurant was gorgeous, with high ceilings and flowers all over the place. There were windows decorating the majority of each wall, allowing the rays of the setting sun to stream into the restaurant and create a nice ambiance. All of the staff were dressed formally in black dress pants, white button down shirts and black ties. Jace noticed none of this though, because he was much too focused on how he could get his tie off without his mother noticing.

He could deal with the way the dress shoes pinched his toes a little, and he didn't complain when his mother forced him into a shirt and pants that were just a little too tight on his ever growing body, but a tie that made him feel like he couldn't breathe is where he drew the line. His parents told him to be on his best behavior and he had promised he would. He didn't plan on breaking that promise, but taking off his tie wasn't really bad behavior. Right?

Jace reached up to yank on his tie, but his mother automatically said, "No." Jace blanched. She wasn't even looking at him! How could she see that? Jace angrily crossed his arms over his chest, huffing in defeat. Fine. He'd just have to suck it up and suffocate through the whole dinner. For a moment, he hoped that he would pass out from lack of oxygen, just to show his mom that his tie really was too tight.

Jace was brought out of his brooding by the waiter coming over. Jace didn't really care about what he had to say, so he promptly tuned him out and focused all his attention on the bread that the waiter had brought over. Jace pulled the basket toward him and grabbed a slice. He was shoving it in his mouth when his mother turned toward him with an exasperated look. "Jace," she said. She was trying to sound patient, but Jace knew better. What he didn't know, was what he did to make her lose her patience.

"Yes, Mom?" he said through a mouth full of bread. Shoot! He realized right after he did it that he probably shouldn't have talked with his mouth full. Oh well. Too late now.

"Do you want a glass of lemonade?"

Jace finished chewing and then nodded. "Yes please."

Celine looked relieved that Jace had at least remembered some of his manners. She turned to the waiter and spoke to him again. The waiter wrote something down and then walked away. Celine scooted her chair closer to Jace and held her menu down so he could see it. "Okay, honey, what do you want?"

Jace squinted at the menu and scanned it's contents-well, at least the contents of it that he could actually read. Suddenly, one of the choices caught his eye. "THEY HAVE DUCKS HERE?" Jace exclaimed loudly, his voice filled with genuine fear. He started whipping his head around violently, trying desperately to find where they hid the vile creatures.

Celine put a reassuring hand on his back and his terror filled eyes met her calm ones. "No, no, honey. Don't worry, there are no ducks here. Duck is a choice on the menu. They cook it and you can eat it, just like chicken."

Jace nodded slowly and blinked a few times to get rid of the tears that had started to come to his eyes. "Right," he said with mock confidence. "I knew that."

Celine and Stephen shared an amused glance. Celine turned back to Jace. "Now, what else on here catches your eye?"

Jace took a deep breath and looked back at the menu. "That," he said and put his finger on one of the choices.

Celine looked to see what Jace was referring to. "The pizza? Okay, honey. That's fine, but it isn't like the pizza we normally eat. It's a little…," she paused to search for the right word, "…fancier."

Jace shrugged. "Whatever." He showed that he thought the discussion was over by reaching across the table to get more bread. His parents took the hint and launched into a conversation about their respective days.

Jace quickly finished his piece of bread and looked around the restaurant for something else to occupy him. He decided that he would people watch because that was something that normally amused him. He scanned the crowded restaurant and frowned. All of the people there were boring and stuffy. None of them seemed remotely interesting.

Then he looked a few tables over to his left.

There sat a family that seemed similar to his. There were two parents that seemed to be about the same age as his mom and dad, as well as two children. One was a boy a few years older than Jace. He had white blond hair that matched his fathers. Next to him sat a girl that looked to be about Jace's age, but it was hard to tell because she was so tiny. She had a mop of fiery red curls sitting atop her head. Just like Jace, she was looking around the restaurant, seemingly bored.

Jace couldn't stop staring at the girl. He had never seen a girl like her. Usually he had this unquestionable repulsion to girls and had no desire to have anything to do with them. This girl was different. Jace had the strangest urge to go talk to her. He wanted to know what her laugh sounded like, what her smile looked like. He wanted to know what color her eyes were, for he was too far away to see from where he was. There was no way this girl had cooties. Jace was sure that she had received her cooties shots. How else could she seem so irresistible? Jace even wondered if she wasn't a she at all, but a he. No, he may not have the best sight of her, but he could see that she was very obviously a girl.

Jace was infatuated with this girl. He snuck glances at her throughout the entire dinner. He was pleased to see that she had gotten the pizza too. When he wasn't looking at her, he was secretly planning ways to be able to talk to her.

He never did get a chance to talk to her. He walked out of that restaurant thinking that he would never see this wonderful girl again. He thought he would never know what her smile looked like or what it sounded like when she laughed.

He was wrong.

Thank you all for reading and I hope you liked it! It was definitely fun to write! Please review and let me know what you think and if it should become a story! Also, if you haven't already, check out my story Letting Her In!

Love always,

YesIWriteForFun