Well, here's chapter three, everyone! I really hope you guys like it as much as the last two. Especially you, Megan! :)

Disclaimer: Yeah...I still don't own anything...Boooo

Warnings: Umm...More fluff?

Katie's POV

I chewed on my lip as I looked through decoration ideas. My Sweet Sixteen was a few months away, and I was doing everything I could to make sure it would be perfect. There were so many different ways to go, and I, of course, had to like a bunch of them.

I groaned, laying my head on the kitchen table. I had been planning for over a month already. The location wasn't a problem. That had been handled first. I was having it at the old speakeasy that my family and James' family owned. It was huge and perfect.

The day was the second thing to be figured out. February 13th. The day before my birthday, which also happened to be on Valentine's Day. Woo Hoo. Don't get me wrong, I did love my birthday. And part of me loved that it fell on that day. But then there was the part of me that STILL had a thing for James. That part wasn't so happy about not being able to do be couple-like with him on that day.

Hmmph.

I sighed. At least now I was almost sixteen. And after the last couple of years of just getting there so I could tell him how I felt, I was pretty sure I was chickening out. I mean, what if he didn't feel the same way? What if I just made things weird? What would happen then?

I didn't want to do anything that would make things weird with us. Or do something that would, in a sense, push him away. James has always been such an important person in my life. He's been there through everything. And I couldn't ever picture him not being around. That would hurt. I mean, I loved him.

My eyes widened. Oh no. No. I didn't just admit that in my head. Not like, in love with him. Of course I loved him. Like I said, he's been around forever. But in love with him? Pffft. Whaaaat? Okay. Maybe a little. And I was probably screwed.

"Hey, Baby Kitty," James said cheerfully, walking into the kitchen.

I jumped.

"Whoa. You okay?"

"F-fine."

He quirked an eyebrow.

I blushed.

He grinned in amusement. "Now I'm curious."

"It's nothing. I was just lost in thought."

"Uh huh. And what thoughts are you having, that are causing you to blush and jump when someone walks into the room?"

"Not the kind of thoughts you're thinking."

He chuckled. "You sure? Because you are fifteen, almost sixteen, and it's completely normal."

My blush darkened. Please tell me we're not about to have this kind of a talk...

"And if you have any questions, it's okay to -"

"Okay," I said, cutting him off. "We're not talking about that. I don't have questions. I'm fine. Seriously."

He shrugged. "Okay. But if you do..."

I shook my head, and went back to my decorations.

"What are you doing, anyway?"

"Trying to pick out my decorations for my party."

James blinked. "You still haven't done that?"

I looked at him. "I'm a girl. And a lot of these are really pretty. It's hard to pick what I want."

"Riiiight. Do you want help?"

"Depends," I responded. "What's your definition of help?"

"I'm not going to pick for you," he assured me. "I just thought maybe I could help you narrow it down."

I thought about it for a moment, before nodding. "Okay."

He sat down next to me, his smell invading my senses. Why did he have to smell so good?

I gave him a small smile.

He returned it. "Okay, so, we'll pick two at a time. Then, out of those two, you'll pick which one you like more. The winner will move onto the next round, and obviously the loser is out."

"Kay. Sounds easy enough."

We started going through them. It ended up being a little easier this way.

I smiled, deciding on the purple zebra printed stuff.

"I knew you were going to end up choosing that one," James told me with a smile.

I looked up at him. "You did?"

He nodded.

"How?"

"Because I know you. I knew you were going to pick purple decorations. Even if your birthday is centered around Valentine's Day, you're still going to pick your favorite color."

"And the zebra print?"

"You love it. And your room over at my house is purple zebra."

"Then why didn't you say something before?"

"Because you said you didn't want me to pick it out. You wanted to pretty much pick it on your own, which I let you do. And this way, I got to spend more time with you."

I smiled. "Awww. You're so cute and sweet."

He rolled his eyes. "I'll let you get away with calling me that because you're you."

I chuckled. "I know."

"So...Need help with anything else?"

I cocked my head to the side. "Yeah, I've got more stuff to do for my party. But don't you have other work to do?"

He shrugged. "There's other people who can take care of it. I'm gonna help my Baby Kitty with planning a very special and momentous occasion."

I beamed and showed him my idea for invitations.

Maybe I wouldn't chicken out. Even if I had to wait a few more months after my birthday. I could maybe get him to see me differently, if he wasn't already. I mean, he didn't do stuff like this for just anyone. And he let me get away with a lot. Maybe it would work out in my favor, after all.

Maybe...

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