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Just so you know, I intend to change the title of this as soon as I think of a suitable title. Well, this is my first story on FanFiction. It starts out really boring I know. I'm sorry, but bear with me and I shall improve through your comments.

Disclaimer: Just so you know, I don't own this. The wonderful Meg Cabot does. Unfortunately, that includes the amazingly hot Rob. tear

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I was going! My amazing persuasive skills had paid off yet again. It had taken a long time and even more begging to get my parents to consent, but finally they gave up and agreed to let me go to Rob's cousin (I think Randy was Rob's cousin. Let me know if I'm wrong) Randy's wedding with Rob on Christmas Eve. When I first brought it up and asked them casually if I could go, they both looked at me as if they were seriously considering enrolling me at a mental institution. Without even taking a moment to consider it, they said no. Anticipating my plan B, sneaking out, they forbid me to even leave the house the night of the wedding.

My parents' first impression of Rob was not good. Not even okay. All they really knew was that he's two years older and on probation, and of course, that I'm completely, hopelessly in love with him. I guess that last part counted for something with my father because after singling him out and only a few minutes of pleading, he relented and told me I could go if I could get my mom's consent. Most likely, he only agreed because he knew my mom would never allow me to go out with Rob, especially on Christmas Eve, which is totally unfair since we don't even do anything on Christmas Eve. But my father had underestimated my all-powerful persuasive skills.

Okay, so maybe my "all-powerful skills" consisted only of the most basic sucking-up techniques, but hey, they'd been working for years. I chipped in around the house, cooking and cleaning, working hard and helping out where I could, even babysitting my big brother Doug (who's fine now by the way. He's been episode-free for almost a year now. My mom just can't seem to let him grow up). Reluctantly, my mom yielded to my show of helpfulness and responsibility. She did, however, threaten to call the police and send out a search party if I wasn't back by 10:00. Whoa, since when do I have such an early curfew? Usually, as long as I'm home by midnight, my mom doesn't care where I go. In fact, she usually doesn't even ask.

It was going to be a good, relaxing week. No school, no more annoying psychic powers (I haven't had anything but normal dreams, usually involving a certain someone, in months). Just me and Rob and a romantic night out (well, until 10:00 at least).

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Two more days until the wedding, my calendar reminded me constantly. I'd crossed out the days until Randy's wedding, but it just made each and every day just seem longer. It'd been a few days since the last time I saw Rob.

"Well, that's cool I guess. I'll pick you up at six," he'd said when I told him I was going to the wedding with him, but I could hear the hidden excitement in his voice. He was as psyched as I was.

As I was daydreaming about me and Rob on the back of his motorcycle, coasting down the highway faster than I'd ever gone before, my arms around his waist, his tight abs quite prominent under only his thin T-shirt. We'd drive for hours and finally stop and-

I was torn back to reality when I heard a sound that my ears had been straining for all week. Looking out of my window, I could see the whole street. Nothing escaped my view, especially not Rob's Indian, turning onto my street, racing in the direction of my house.

I rushed out to meet him, glad that he was finally here. Seven days really was too long to go without seeing him. I ran towards him before he had even had a chance to stop. As a result, he almost ran me over. "Jesus, Mastriani," he said as he quickly applied the break.

I didn't care. All I cared about was that Rob was finally here and he'd take me away and we'd ride for hours on end etcetera etcetera, just like in my dreams, only in my dreams, we did a little more than ride around on the back of a bike...

Grabbing the spare helmet, I jumped onto the seat behind him, wrapping my arms around him. But he didn't move. In fact, he stopped the engine and disentangled my arms from his waist. He looked at me and I turned red, wondering what he could possibly be thinking. I guess I was a little too quick to run outside and jump on the back of his bike.

Turning around, he looked into my eyes and I melted. He was my boyfriend, so why was it that every time I looked into his beautiful brown eyes my stomach lurched and I felt like the world was at peace? Shouldn't that feeling have passed by now?

"I came to talk to your parents," Rob explained, "about the wedding."

"Oh," I said, the disappointment clearly shown in my face. So, he wasn't here to see me after all. He wanted to talk to my parents. Wait, he wanted to talk to my parents! But they don't like him. I'd finally gotten them to agree to let me go to the wedding with Rob. What if whatever he had to say to them changed their minds? "Uh, Rob," I added quickly. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"I know, but it's kind of important."

"Well, what is it?" I asked, curious.

"After the wedding, there's going to be a little party at my house for the bride and groom and their families. And, well," he said, suddenly sounding kind of nervous, "I need a date. And I was going to ask you first to see if you wanted to-because I'd understand if you didn't. You wouldn't really know anybody there and I just thought if I asked your parents then-" he blurted out quickly and stopped, unsure of where he was going with this.

So that was it. He wanted to ask me out but, being Rob, he felt he had to ask my parents first. Well, considering what my mom said about the search party, he probably did. I'd be out way later than ten. "Okay," I said, stunned at Rob's nervousness around me.

He went up to the house and rang the doorbell. My mom answered. When she saw who was at the door, she looked like she wanted to slam it in his face and run back inside. Then she saw me. Well, more importantly, she saw where I was sitting. She was about as crazy about motorcycles as she was about Rob. I got up quickly. My mom put on a fake polite smile and invited Rob inside. Dazed, I followed him in. He gave me a look that said to stay away and let him handle it, so I went back to my room and sat by my window, watching the street below.

It seemed to be hours later, though it was really only about 30 minutes, that Rob reappeared. He knocked on my bedroom door and, without moving from my position on my bed (I'd given up watching the street and decided to read), I shouted, "Come in."

He was smiling. I wondered how he'd gotten my parents to agree so quickly. Maybe I still had a lot to learn about how to persuade my protective parents. I smiled at Rob and sat up. He sat next to me on my bed and looked around my room. He'd never seen my room, I realized. It was kind of a mess with clothes and schoolwork scattered about. I guess I should have cleaned up. But the feeling didn't last too long as I began to notice that Rob was sitting so close our legs were touching. I guess he noticed my gaze because he moved away, ending any physical contact.

At a loss for what to say, I invited him to stay for dinner, but he said no, he had to get back home and besides he didn't want to push it with my parents. Then, he got up to go. Our only time together in a week and it had been spent with my parents. I didn't want him to go yet. I couldn't wait another two days. I got up and grabbed his hand, stopping him on his way out the door. Then I stood up on tiptoe and kissed his lips lightly. At first he seemed surprised and resisted a little, but then he kissed me back softly for a while. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. It was as though my dreams had been realized. Here I was with this incredibly hot guy, kissing him, and him kissing me back, and everything else faded away, like Rob and I were the only people in the entire world. I felt it could go on forever. And then he pulled back and disentangled my arms from around my neck. "Jesus, Mastriani," he said seriously. "Do you want your parents to see us and change their minds?" But I heard the quiver in his voice and I knew that he felt the same way I did. I wanted to pull him close to me again, but I didn't dare.

The gentle hum of Rob's Indian faded in the distance as I watched him go. Farewell till Saturday, I thought. I'd have to wait two days to see him again. My heart already ached just thinking about it.