So thanks for the loverly reviews on the first chapter; revies inspire me, ya know? AS I've said, I know the entire story, pretty much; it's connecting the events that I'm having trouble with.

Reviews help Writer's Block. No joke. Ask anyone.

Okay guys, here we go:

"So, what do you think it was?" Jo asks me that afternoon at the mall, while we look for Valentine's Day clothes. The boys declined to tag along, and Haile was going to record some tracks for her new CD today, so we're alone.

I shift my Journey's bag to my other hand, hearing the cardboard shoeboxes tumble over each other, rustling the plastic. "I don't know…" I say, not really contributing anything helpful to the conversation. Right now we're trying to figure out what James's letter said…to no success.

"Well, maybe it was, like, something embarrassing," Jo states, raising her shoulders. I shake my head, but she continues. "Maybe his grandma sent him a letter or something."

"No," I say as we walk past an Abercrombie and Fitch. I plug my nose as I keep talking, trying to keep out the noxious fumes being exuded from the overpriced store. My voice is nasally as I say, "I don't think that he would be so secretive about something like that."

Jo gasps suddenly, causing me to start. She looks as if she's been struck by some sudden possibility, and she stops dead in her tracks, her face paling. "He didn't have a girlfriend back in Minnesota, did he?"

I let out a sigh of relief at her question; he had only one girlfriend before we moved to California, and he broke it off when we left. He hasn't spoken to her since.

But as soon as I tell her this, Jo shakes her head. "Well, Katie, you may not know that they've spoken…"

I roll me eyes. "Believe me, it's not an old girlfriend. The envelope said C-A-L, and he's never had a girlfriend with a name starting with those letters."

Jo shrugs. "If you say so," she says doubtfully. She tucks a loose strand of shiny blonde hair behind her ear.

"So…." I begin. "Do you wanna grab a bite to eat?" The fact that I even asked is hilarious. Despite her skinny figure, Jo could eat all day if given the chance. She nods her head vigorously, and we link arms to walk to the food court.

We pass by several fliers announcing Valentine's Day sales, and it seems that I can't keep the holiday off my mind. My brain practically hums with excitement; what plans does James have for this February fourteenth?

"Valentine's Day," I say, pointing casually at a poster inside of Hot Topic. It declares, 'BLEEDING HEARTS SALE-FEB.14 10 A.M.-7 P.M.'

"Mmhmm," Jo says after taking a quick glance at it. She takes her arm out of mine, facing forward and staring at something. I'm still looking inside the rocker store, wondering if they have any cool new t-shirts in stock.

When Jo still hasn't said anything after a minute, I turn around. I tilt my head, wondering what she's doing, and finally realize what she's been looking at.

The wedding gown is beautiful, with a strapless silk top and Cinderella-esque style below the midriff. The net fabric catches the light and twinkles slightly as Jo walks up to the store, touching the glass lightly with the tips of her fingers. Her eyes are wide and sparkling, a slight smile spreading on her face. I smile with her, knowing what she's thinking about.

"It's beautiful," she breathes, clasping her hands together.

I nod, and walk up beside her. "Yes, it is." I can't really think of what else to say, so I just stand beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. She stares for another minute or so, and then sighs heavily.

"Let's go eat," she says, turning, still looking at the dress out of the corner of her eye. "Does Chick-Fil-A sound good?" she asks me, finally tearing her gaze from the wedding gown. I nod, biting my lip.

As we head to the food court, all I can think of is the wedding dress and the way Jo looked at it. I never knew that she wanted to get married anytime soon, and in her gaze I saw such intensity and longing that it was almost frightening. I almost smile again; I can picture her and Kendall's wedding perfectly.

What will my wedding be like? I think, and my head spins for a moment. It's silly, but I honestly can't see myself marrying anyone but James. He makes me laugh, smile, and go weak at the knees. He's turned this tough, tomboyish girl into a giggling idiot, and I wonder at the fact that I don't even care anymore.

We enter the food court, Jo grabbing a table while I head over to the Chick-Fil-A to order. Waiting in line, I pick at my nails and check my phone for new messages. I smile down at the screen; of course, James sent me something. I click the OK button and wait for something to pop onto the screen.

I didn't realize that the phone was turned up so loud, and the guy in front of me swears under his breath at the loud music. I quickly turn it down, flushing in embarrassment and grabbing my earbuds. I plug them in, muttering an apology to the man in front of me.

It's James singing, and I listen intently to the words, before recognizing lyrics to Secondhand Serenade's "Fall For You". I roll my eyes; sometimes he's so corny it makes me cringe. But I smile anyways, loving the thought of him sitting in his room, singing his heart out to a cell phone.

You moron, I text, and get a reply soon after I send it.

What? Didn't you like it?

I sigh and chuckle, punching buttons on the phone.

I loved it. But I'm at the mall and my phone was turned all the way up. I hesitate for a moment before adding, Moron.

He just sends back a sad face, causing me to snort. The guy in front of me glances back and gets out of the line. I make a face at him as he leaves, and walk up to order. I peek at the cashier's nametag, proceeding to tell 'Seth' my order.

When I'm done, I move along the line and feel my phone buzz against my thigh again. I pick it up, making a noise in my throat when I see that the sender is once again James. I flip the phone open.

Hello? Are you there?

Sometimes he can be a little impatient. I roll my eyes and sigh.

No. Aliens abducted me.

It's not long before there is a reply: Cute. But not funny.

I'm hungry, I need food. Quit wasting my time being adorable, I add, trying to be nice again. I shut the phone and carry the tray over to where Jo is sitting with her chin in her hands. I notice that her eyes keep flickering in the direction of the bridal shop.

"Here's your food," I tell her, but she doesn't look at me. "Why are you staring at that dress again?"

She jumps and turns to me. "What? I wasn't staring at it."

I fold my arms over my chest. "Yes, you were. Did Kendall ask you…?" I trail off, raising an eyebrow. She coughs on the French fry she just took a bite of. I pound her back, and she takes a deep breath.

"No, why would you think that?" she asks me when she stops hacking. Her eyes are wide, and her face is red.

"Just because," I say simply, turning back to my food. I look at her one last time before going back to thoughts of James.

Another thing: has anyone heard "Na Na Na", the new My Chemical Romance song? Cause it is freaking amazing 3 *fangirl squee* Just kidding I'm not really a fangirl...okay maybe I am.