A/N: I'm bored. I don't own Jackie Chan Adventures.
It was late at night and the only sound that could be heard was that of the crickets out side and a pensile on paper.
'J is for just too cute
A is for adorable
D is for her love of danger
E is for her energy
Jade. A Jade is valuable but not as much as my angel'
The author of the poem sighed. He folded the paper with the poem then pulled out a shoe box from under his bed. In the shoe box were even more poems for the same girl. He placed that poem in with the others then closed the box and put it back where it was before.
He then lied down and covered up. As much as he tried to get her out of his head he couldn't. As he wrought in one of his other poems 'she is the reason he can breath, the one that gives him meaning'. He wanted to tell her how he felt but he couldn't get the strength.
He crawled back out of bed and looked in the direction of the box. More then anything he wished that she could at least read the poems. Then she'd see how much he cared and maybe, just maybe, she'd feel the same way. But he didn't know.
"Paco?" some one said his name. He looked over to the voice to see his mentor, El Toro, looking at him. "Shouldn't you be asleep?" El Toro asked. Paco sighed.
"Yes" he said then lied back down and covered up. El Toro shook his head then looked back at Paco.
"Good night" he said.
"Good night" Paco said back. Then El Toro left and Paco fell asleep with a smile on his face. He had good dreams. They were dreams about Jade. His Jade. That thought always made him smile.
A/N: I'm sorry it's so short. I'll write more next time!