A/N: Thank you to those who have waited patiently for this part of the series. I hope you like it as much as I do.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh GX nor the song with which this story shares a title.

Chapter 1

Jaden POV

The soft silk rubbed against my face. My eyes slowly opened and the light seeping through the curtains was finding its way into my pupils. In pain, I turned away from the light hiding my face amongst the sheets. Its warmth, surrounding my body, kept me on the bed. I didn't want to get up; I just wanted to go back to sleep. But someone else didn't have those same thoughts.

"Jaden, get up!" A certain blue haired beauty pounced on the bed and pulled the covers off of me, exposing me to the cold air of the room. I groaned in discontent. Jesse was a morning person which made me lose out on my beloved beauty sleep.

"Come on, Jess, just a few more minutes!" I fumbled around for the blankets and when I found them, I pulled them over my shoulders and held on tight.

"No, Jaden, look at the time. We're already running late." I did as he said and looked to the clock on the side table.

9:32.

"So what? Aren't they coming at noon?" I pulled the covers over my eyes thinking Jesse would leave me alone. Maybe if I ignored that he was there, he would go away and let me sleep some more.

"Yes, but, there's no reason we can't get up early," I felt him lay down in front of me, only the blanket between us. "Come on, Jaden. You haven't met my parents before and I want to make sure you make a good impression so that when I tell them about us they react well."

Wait. I pulled the covers off me and looked at Jesse. "You haven't told your parents about our relationship? We've been together five years. What is keeping you from telling them?"

He looked apologetic. "Well, when I was growing up, they always talked about when I would marry a girl and we have children of our own and we'd be living a dream of a life."

"Their dream. You have to live your own life and if you choose to live it with me, why can they tell you how to live your life?"

"I know. I know. But it means a lot to me. I want you to get along with them and my parents aren't exactly easy to please."

I sighed. I was displeased at the information, but I cared too much about Jesse to get upset over something that would be quickly resolved once his parents got here. I'm sure I could charm them into loving me. I kicked the covers off me. "Okay, okay. I'm up. What's on the to do list?"

He seemed happier. "Well not much actually. We turned up the guest room last night and I've been up for the past hour and a half cleaning. I just need you to tidy the kitchen. I know you get real particular about where everything goes."

I smiled. "Thanks, Jess. Have you eaten yet?" The growl in his stomach gave me his answer. "I'll go make us something." I kissed his forehead before getting out of bed and leaving the bedroom.

I ended up making toast with jam, Jesse's favorite breakfast food. I transferred the food to plates and turned to find Jesse intently cleaning the spotless dining table. He cleaned when he was nervous. Even if there was nothing to clean. "Jess, calm down. It'll be okay. Just eat your breakfast."

"My parents are not coming all the way from Norway to see our filthy apartment." I put the plates down and walked behind him forcing him into a chair. I sat in the one next to him, forcing a forkful of food into his mouth. That got him to look at me. "Jesse. Everything will be okay. Now eat."

And he did. After we finished our breakfast Jesse resumed his cleaning spree. He quickly gathered the plates and went to the kitchen to clean them. I sighed, holding the bridge of my nose. "Jesse." I followed him into the kitchen seeing him scrubbing at the dishes more than was needed. I walked up behind him wrapping my arms around his waist, making him jump in surprise. I pressed kisses to the top of his shoulder and up onto his neck. "Jesse, you're obsessing again."

"Jaden, I-"

"Shh, Jesse. I took the dish and the scrubber from his hands dropping them in the sink. Then, taking his chin in one hand, I pulled his face to mine, kissing him gently. His hand came up to the back of my head and held me there, his other hand taking my free hand. It didn't last too long, but I think it got him to calm down.

He turned to face me, taking both my hands in his. "Okay, I'll take it easy, Jay." He kissed me one more time. "Let's go get dressed."

We made our way to the bedroom where Jesse started going through his closet. "I'm gonna take a shower, Jesse." I went into the bathroom adjacent to our room. As the hot water ran over me, I had to admit that I was a little nervous myself. Jesse hadn't told me much about his parents so I honestly was going into this situation blind. From what I could pick up on, his parents weren't as open minded as mine. It almost seemed like he believed his parents wouldn't approve of our relationship. But they were his parents, right? They loved him no matter what.

I turned the water off and wrapped a towel around my waist. I walked back into the bedroom to see Jesse folding his pocket square and placing it into the front pocket of the nicest suit he owned. "Jesse…" He could feel my objection.

"Too much?"

"Way too much."

"They're your parents, not the Queen of England." I walked forward and pulled the jacket off him putting it on the bed. "Jeans are perfectly acceptable, I'm sure."

He started to unbutton his dress shirt while looking through his closet for new clothes while I did the same. I pulled on some darker colored jeans and a solid burgundy sweater. I turned to see Jesse still in his dress pants, but shirtless, looking at two different shirts that were only slightly less dressy than the last one he was wearing. "Jesse."

He looked at me and almost panicked. "Jaden, don't you think you should wear something a little nicer?"

Okay, now he was getting a little too paranoid. "Jesse. I'm not changing. This is fine. If you'd prefer, I could wear nothing at all when I meet your parents.

His face blushed a deeper red than my sweater. "No. Please don't."

I grabbed some clothes out of his closet for him. "Wear this."

He nodded and I went back to the kitchen to finish the dishes. After doing so, I found Jesse in the entry room sitting anxiously in one of the chairs. "Jesse, what are you doing? They won't be here for another hour."

"I'm waiting. I want to greet them properly and punctually when they get here."

I sighed and walked to stand in front of him, grabbing his hand, forcing him to stand. "Jesse, breathe, calm down. All will be well." I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his forehead. "I hate seeing you so on edge."

"It's hard not to be."

"I'm sure you're parents are not as bad as you are making them out to seem."

He opened his mouth to argue, but I was going to have none of it. I closed my mouth over his, silencing anything he was going to say. I ran my hands up under the hem of his shirt letting my hands rub gently at his back. That always calmed him down.

He wrapped his arms around my neck, finding solace in the gentle kiss. I could feel him relax the longer the kiss went on.

"Jesse!"

We broke apart immediately staring at the sound. Two people had opened the door and were standing there with suitcases in tow. One, a man was tall and lean, with blue hair comparable to the shade of Zane's, and the other was a woman, not too short, with white blonde hair. There was no doubt in my mind.

These were Jesse's parents.