A/N: I don't anything. I ain't making any money...don't sue me...

"Jess," the voice groggily rang out. "Jess, it Joe on the bell for you."

"Would you tell kindly tell him what time it is here?" Jess replied rolling over and pulling a pillow over her head.

"Jess, say it's three in the morning here." Jules replied dropping her head back onto her pillow. Her eyes were shut and she was trying not give into the urge to chew the man in England out.

"Tell her it's important." He whined. Ever since they had left home, Jules was finding herself disliking Joe more and more. Even more so than when she found out they were indeed dating. Joe and Jess were her mates. But she was partial to Jess. Joe was being annoying.

"Joe, we have a 6:30 practice tomorrow." Jess snorted. The practice Juliette was referring to was a night practice. But if the misleading information allow Jessminder to go to sleep it was fine with her. Yawning, the Indian girl tried to find a more comfortable spot in her dorm room bed. "And then we're moving into our new apartment, Joe. We have a long day ahead of us." They were actually moving the next day, but again if it got them peace and quiet it was fine.

"I understand that, and if you would just wake her up, you could both go back to sleep. Now, give Jess the bloody phone." Joe snapped.

"Watch it Joe. You aren't my coach anymore." Jules said quietly. Even as mates, there was bad blood between the two. Jess decided to cut it short as she pulled herself from her bed. She stood over Jules' bed and held out her hand. "You are very very lucky, Joe. You hear me, lucky!" She shouted at the phone as Jess pressed her knee into the blonde's gut and wrenched the phone from her hands. "Pikey bastard!"

After throwing a pillow at the girl, Jess retreated to her bed with the cordless phone and held up to her ear. "Hey Joe," she said softly and tiredly. Laying back down she wrapped herself in her blankets.

"Hey love," The Irishman cooed.

"Joe, it's late. Or really early. I can't be sure. I'm too tired." she mumbled into the phone.

"I know. I just wanted to tell you. I've asked your Da." Joe rambled on.

"Asked him what?" Jess was thoroughly confused. She couldn't remember chatting with Joe about anything that would lead him to talk with her father.

"I've asked if I could marry you."

Jess shot up out of her bed. "What?!" she screeched. Jules popped up too, startled by the loud noise. "Joe we didn't talk about that. We never talked about it."

"I thought that this was the ultimate goal?" Joe sounded crestfallen.

Jess sighed. "Ideally. But I'm not done with school. I'm not even sure if -"

"I get it. You're not sure if you love me. You're not sure if you could marry a white boy."

"No need to get your bloody Irish up, Joe!" Jess normally subdued voice was rising to match his. "All I'm saying is I'm not ready for marriage!" Jules looked on, her face was full of concern but Jess couldn't see that in the dark.

"I see." Joe continued. "You got around all those American blokes , and now you don't know what you want?"

"What?!" Jess was the most focused individual on the planet. Her life was football and school. That was all and it. She couldn't understand why Joe was raving like he was.

"It's fine! I get it!" Jess was left with a ringing sound in her ear.

"He hung up on you?" Jules asked falling back onto her mattress. "He's insecure that's all. Jess, you're a catch. I don't see why you're letting yourself be held down by the Mick."

Shaking her head, she walked over and put the phone back on the stand. "Don't call him a Mick." She said quietly. Standing over the side of the bed, Jess waited. After a few seconds, Jules made a show of groaning and moving over for her friend to slid into bed with her. "He asked Dad for my hand." Jess murmured to Jules back.

Tensing up, Jules held her breath. "Really? I thought he just proposing the idea, or moving out here, or had bought the ring." All of those things were serious moves. But talking to an Indian girl's father about marriage was huge. The biggest step of all. In the pit of Jules' stomach she felt – she wasn't sure what she was feeling. "I – I – "

"I don't love him anymore." Jules blinked at hearing that.

"What?"

Jess sighed. "I don't love him. Maybe I never did. I must have been mad before to think this would work. But it doesn't matter." Jules turned over to face Jess. "Every time he calls, he's yelling at me about something. I can't handle the stress." Jess shuddered feeling Jules wrap her arms around her. "I know I should have let it go on for this long, but I couldn't – I didn't know how to break it off."

The blond listened to her. Jess had to wonder if she was judging her. Jules always had it together. Even in her wild nature, the English girl was always composed and graceful. If she was offended she handled it with humor, making the offender look stupid. Jess envied that. She wondered what she had done in her past life to gain her such a friend. She also wondered why she was being punished with the odd feeling she was feeling for Jules. "It's alright. Sometimes it just gets old, you know?" Jules said steadily. "You're human Jess. If anything own the shame and move on. Joe's Irish. There will always be some slag to flutter over his accent."

Jess barked out a laugh. "Just like the blokes flutter over yours?"

"They do until they get hit with a football." Jules smirked and rolled back over. "Go to sleep."

But she couldn't sleep. Joe would call again in a couple hours. He would tell her he's sorry, and that he was just missing her. He just wanted to be near her again. The Indian girl could recall similar feelings a year ago. But she was feeling them less and less until they finally just disappeared. Jess wasn't so excited when he called or sent treats. When she and Jules went home for holidays, she dreaded seeing him. He wanted to spend every minute with her. She hardly saw Jules or Toni. She saw enough of her family of course.

"I said, go to sleep! You're thinking too bloody loud."

The next day was not dull. A long banging on the dorm room door, jolted Jess and Jules. Looking quickly down at Jules' nearly bare top, Jess blushed. The girl was wearing a thin sport bra and running shorts. Unable to determine whether it was the flush of the tanned white skin or the fact that Jules' was so free with herself, Jess moved to get out of the bed. She felt a firm hand wrapped around her forearm.

Jules yawned widely. "We don't have to be up for another two hours. Lie back down. If you get up and do something now, you'll be stressed out by the time practice starts." She fell back onto the bed, her blond hair splaying over the pillow. It was longer now, nearly touching her shoulders. Jess wasn't sure if she fancied it longer or shorter. Either way it seemed to frame her slender face, and allowing her pouty lips to sit on her face, begging for attention. Jess could hardly believe herself sometimes.

The odd fashion in which Jess was staring at her, did not escape Jules. Her bright brown eyes lazily connected with Jess'. There was small quirking of her lips. "What are you thinking about?"

"Is it?" Jess replied blankly, having missed what Jules had asked completely. She was still lost from Jules' quick hold on her arm. "Oh, what? Guess I'm still a bit tired, innit?"

"Which is my you should come back to bed." Jules said well aware of how it sounded. She had to admit she liked they way Jess lowered her head looking embarrassed and flustered. It brought a smile to her face, that was always wiped away by the time Jess got the grapes to look up again.

Watching Jules roll over to face the wall, Jess resigned and slid back under the covers. "School wasn't for another two weeks." Jess couldn't rightly remember why they had come back so early. "What are we do for that whole time? Practice is optional."

Jules sighed and rolled over to face the ever thinking girl. Exuding a certain confidence, Jules watched Jess through half-lidded eyes. "To do this." With that Jules closed her eyes, and promptly fell asleep.

Or so Jess thought.

Waiting for Jess to relax and shift into the mattress, Jules was waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the breathing to get heavier and slower. A wicked grin crawled over her face. Her hand reached behind her back. Her weapon in her grasp, Jules popped up out of the bed and onto her knees. Jess' eyes widened in surprise. "Dump Joe!" The blond shouted wielding her pillow, she slammed it down onto the brunette's head.

Frozen stiff, Jess growled and covered her head. "Bloody wanker!" she cried trying to sit up enough to pull the slim woman's waist back down on the bed. "You'll bloody pay!" she screamed. Managing to get some kind of leverage under the torrent of pillow blows to her head, Jess pushed her attacker to bed.

In the moments of heavy breathing, Jules smirked. "I knew you were a top."

Next Time: Knock, knock "We're going to break- oh I see you're already about to eat..."