I am going to do something hardly ever done. I am going to write a truly deep Jamber story. One that does not rely on pre-existing feelings pulled from the air or mere physical attraction, but instead delves into new territory for them as people. At least, that's what I'm hoping for, it may instead come off as just horribly OOC. This is going to be a real writing challenge for me, especially since I don't paticularly ship Jamber. Enjoy!

Amber sat quietly on the bench, eyes closed, just enjoying the breeze. She was out in the school lawn, waiting for Alfie. She looked gorgeous, as always, in a perfectly pulled together outfit. She had to, it was something simply expected of her. Amber sometimes missed the luxury other girls had of being able to occasionally wear sweats or skip a shower. Not her, no, every gossip in school would be all over it if she did something like that.

She broke out of her reverie and smiled as Alfie practically skipped up to the bench. "Hey, peach!" He exclaimed. "Ready for our date?" Alfie had a paticular way of just making her feel happy. Even though they didn't necessarily have deep discussions on life and its problems, he could always make her laugh. So Amber got up and went with him.

They walked into the house at 7:58 (A/N: Their date was supposed to be in town and, thus, there is a different curfew),just in time to avoid a lecture. Mara sat on a couch in the main area, a history book in her lap. "Hey! Are you guys ready for the test tommorrow?" According to the shocked expressions on Alfie's face, he hadn't remembered. He turned to Amber sheepishly,

"You... wouldn't mind spending the rest of our date memorizing landmarks of the French Revolution, would you?"

Amber mentally sighed, but said aloud: "Sure! I could use some review too." Honestly, Amber wasn't a dumb as she appeared. Her Cs were carefully cultivated, a product of the blonde stereotype everyone saw her as. If she pulled As, people would just whisper about what her daddy had to pay to get them.

Alfie bounded down the corridor, opening his door chivalrously for her. He pulled out a chair and dug his World History textbook out from under a pile of dirty laundry and action figures. "So. Where to start, where to start." He stared blankly at Amber.

"Well," She said with just a touch of sarcasm, "You should probably open the book first."

Ignoring her advice, he hopped off his bed and announced, "A snack. Snacks always help me think!" as he sock-slid down to the kitchen. Left alone in his room, Amber glanced over at the other bed. Jerome lay on the bed, aimlessly half-reading a novel.

"Hi." She squeaked out. Despite living in the same house for 5 years, Amber didn't know Jerome well at all. They had simply co-existed, each in their own world; occasionally interacting via a prank or drama queen meltdown. The closest they had ever been to friendship was during the election 2 years ago (A/N: In the fanfiction, the last bit of Jara canon from S2 never happened). Even then, Jerome was his distant, mysterious self. She knew that he hadn't helped her out of the goodness of his heart, but rather to suit his own purposes.

"Hello." He mumured back, disinterested.

"What're you reading?" Amber replied in a desperate attempt to make coversation.

"The Prince. You probably wouldn't-"

"By Niccolo Machiavelli? His treatise on power politics is fascinating and I really enjoyed..." She trailed off, clamping her mouth shut. She'd done a little summer reading. So what? Luckily, before Jerome could respond, Alfie came back with a plate piled high with. But the damage was done. Jerome was intrigued.

I won't beg for reviews, but they are definitely appreciated! Here, I will take a page from stuckbeingrachel's book:

"For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain."

Philipians 1:21