A/N: Guys, I'm so so sorry for the delay! My life is really crazy right now (I have TONS of studying and extracurricular activities!), so I don't know when I'll be able to update.

To all the people who reviewed, thank you so much! Your words keep me going. Don't be afraid to leave constructive criticism, I'm always looking for new ways to improve.

Amy – You can't imagine how much you've encouraged me. Thank you.

a-dreamer – Don't worry, I know that Charlie is more than a mere Don Juan, but I want to thank you for reminding me. I guess I needed it.

Charlie – I'm glad you liked it!

Martha – Thank you!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own DPS.

So, now on with the story!

Jasmine stood and glanced at her watch, an elegant piece of jewelry which belonged to her grandmother, the only one of her things Muse had let her keep and wear in common view. It was a fine Sunday, and if she wasn't too busy trying to find any Dead Poet that happened to be in town, she would gladly lie down and bask under the sun. Instead of that, she had to ride countless times around the town on the bike Muse had "created" for her, desperately hoping for a chance to attend another Society meeting. Her hair had stuck on the back of her neck, and her face was red from heat, since the autumn sun was still burning. Deciding she would soon suffocate, she opened a button of her blouse which elicited a low whistle from a group of boys nearby. She opened another button and hastily rode away from them.

Then her eyes spotted a familiar face across the street, a forehead covered by brown bangs, a mouth slightly open in an expression of awe. Jasmine smiled to herself when she found the source of this awe. Chris was standing only a few feet away from Knox with a couple of her girlfriends. Jasmine vaguely recognized one of them. Ginny Danburry, she remembered. She played – she would play – in Midsummer's Night Dream with Neil.

She quickly headed towards Knox, who was still dazed by the view of Chris. Jasmine glanced at her once again. She had to admit it, Chris was really pretty. Jasmine found herself cute, but nothing compared to Chris. Jasmine was slender and had blue eyes, but apart from that she didn't have anything to be proud of. Her hair was too messy, her chin too pointed, her eyes too big. In no way could she be considered beautiful. She caught herself looking at Chris again, slightly jealous. Knox had only met her once, and he was already madly in love with her. When would this happen to her?

'You're stalking Knox who is stalking Chris,' said Muse in an attempt to cheer her up. A smile appeared on her face. These past two days she had gotten used to his comments that invaded constantly her head. She had accepted the fact that he wouldn't go away. He was like an imaginary friend, but a real one.

Jasmine often wondered how Muse could see what she was doing and how he could know what she was thinking. Did he just sit on his chair and look down like Jasmine's being in the story was some sort of game? A game in which he held all the cards, a game in which he could intervene and change things? Add things? Muse had given her a bike, and a home which surely didn't exist before. He had created a small cabin for her with heat and running water near the Indian Cave, so that she could be near the boys, even though they weren't aware of it. Yet he didn't answer her intense questions about how he managed to make something appear out of nowhere. Seems like that wonder would remain in the sack with all of her unanswered questions.

She pushed all her thoughts away as she was now standing next to Knox.

'You better close your mouth, a fly will come in,' she joked, startling him.

Knox unglued his eyes from Chris and looked at her.

'Jasmine!' he exclaimed.

The girl was glad he still remembered her name.

'Hey Knox,' she greeted him. 'Good to see you.'

Knox blinked, still dazed.

'Is that her? The girl you like?' she asked pointing at Chris. 'The blonde?'

'Yes.'

'She's pretty.'

'She is.'

Knox and Jasmine watched as a guy – Chet Danburry – approached the girls. Chris practically jumped in his arms, and Chet gave her a passionate kiss which lasted a few more seconds than appropriate. Jasmine felt Knox stir next to her.

'Do they have to do that in public?' he murmured.

'Is that her jerk boyfriend?'

Knox looked at the ground, defeated.

'Yes. Obviously,' he said to the pavement.

Chet was now caressing Chris's hair. Knox, deciding that he had enough, turned and walked away.

'Girls always go for the jerks,' Jasmine noted while she ran after him, dragging along her bike.

He sighed.

'Pittsie also said that. But he didn't tell me why.'

'Well,' Jasmine said, 'I will tell you why. Girls go for the jerks because that's who they think they deserve.'

Knox grunted. 'This is stupid. They should be with who they want.' He paused. 'What do they want, really?'

Jasmine thought for a second.

'Girls… they want someone romantic, but not overly sensitive. Someone who takes care of them without being overprotective. Someone who treats them like people not objects.'

Well, there are some girls who just want a particular guy.

'Neil,' Muse whispered.

'Chet Danburry does nothing of everything you mentioned, yet he has Chris,' Knox said.

'Because Chris thinks he's the one for her.' Jasmine hit lightly his chest with her forefinger.

'But he's not!'

'Show her, then, that you're the one.'

'How?' he shouted.

'For a start, talk to her!' Jasmine stood in front of him, making him stop walking.

'How? When?' he wondered.

'Find her? Call her?' she suggested.

She watched as his eyebrows furrowed.

'Don't you want to call her?' she urged him.

'I do,' he said. 'I do.'

She didn't say anything more. Knox would call Chris either way, but she hoped she had hastened the development of their relationship. They continued walking in silence.

'There's something you can do for me,' Knox suddenly said.

'What?'

'You go to the public school, right?' he asked.

Jasmine bit her lip. She was supposedly living in the town, so the reasonable thing to do was to attend the town's public school, right? Although she didn't attend any school at all. Except her real high school.

'Yes,' she lied.

'Well, you can talk to Chris about me!' Knox raised his hand in the air, like he had come up with something genius.

Jasmine raised an eyebrow.

'Please?' Knox begged. 'Just say a few good words about me. You know, so that she builds a nice picture of me.'

'Do you think you can't get her with your own powers?' she asked.

'No. I can!' Knox's excitement was making her laugh. 'But since I have you now…why not take advantage of it? You're the only girl friend I have right now.'

'Are we friends?' Jasmine's jaw dropped.

Knox shrugged. 'I guess we are,' he said. 'I mean, you know everything about Chris. I think we are friends.'

Jasmine smiled. She never thought of all the boys, Knox would be the first one to be her friend. Then she thought of something which made the smile grow bigger on her face. She had just bought her ticket to the meeting!

'So…that means I can come to the next Society meeting?' she questioned.

Knox raised his shoulders again.

'Well, yes. Everybody seems to like you, so I believe they won't mind.'

Everybody likes me? Neil likes me? Jasmine felt like little cherubim's were singing in her head.

'Same time, same place?' she asked.

'Will you talk to Chris?' he asked as well.

Jasmine extended her hand. Knox shook it.

'We have a deal,' she said.

Knox beamed, and the girl was determined. Just for the sake of their new-formed friendship, she would help Knox get Chris. He did a pretty good job himself in the movie, but who wouldn't mind some extra help? Besides, Jasmine always thought Chris and Knox broke it off after Neil died. Now Neil wouldn't die, of course, but instead of just saving Neil, she could also lead Knox and Chris's romance to another direction. Who would be hurt?

'So, would you care to spend this Sunday with your new friend?' she asked him.

The boy thought for a moment before answering 'Why not?'

Two hours later Jasmine found herself and Knox lying on the grass of a small park, each one of them with a can of coke in hand. Jasmine felt amazed that after so many years people drank the same refreshment. But, of course, she couldn't say that to Knox. She also felt amazed that she and the boy had so many things to talk about. Knox, having found a willing listener, talked endlessly about Chris, her hair, her eyes, her smile… Jasmine, on the other hand, talked to him about her friends, her "friends from my old school" as she said, and her family. Only then did she realize how much she had missed her parents. She might be fighting with her mother all the time, but she did miss her calling "hon". She might not be talking with her father so much, but she did miss the few significant words they exchanged every day. Being on her own was exciting but…lonely.

'Homesick?' Knox asked when Jasmine didn't respond to one of his questions but gazed sadly at a cloud which disturbed the endless blue of the sky.

Jasmine shook her head violently, as if to shake off her thoughts.

'So, where do you live now?' he tried to change the subject, only to put her in a more difficult situation.

Jasmine pointed vaguely to a direction.

'Somewhere over there. Don't remember exactly,' she answered. She hated that she had to lie all the time, but she had no other choice. 'Where do you live?'

Knox laughed.

'Right now, I live in school!' he said, pointing at a direction. 'It's called Welton, but everybody calls it Hellton. You can imagine why. It's a boarding school.'

Jasmine smiled.

'Boarding school? Oh, posh boy!' she teased him.

Knox narrowed his eyes.

'So you and all the other boys are from Hellton?' she asked.

He nodded. 'Yes. Neil, Charlie, Pittsie, and Meeks are my best friends. We don't like Cameron, the redhead,' he explained 'but he's good at Trig, so mostly that's why we let him hang out with us. Todd is new at school, so I don't know if I like him yet. He's Neil's roommate. You know, the really tall one?'

Jasmine nodded. 'I thought he was your leader.'

'Yeah, he is. He can convince anyone to do anything. He always has something to say…well, except when his father is around. Then he just loses all of his confidence and swallows his tongue. I wouldn't blame him. Mr. Perry is a scary man.'

Jasmine nodded again, unable to utter a word. It was Neil's fear that drove him to suicide in the movie. Not this time, she thought.

'Neil was the one who reconvened the Dead Poets Society,' the boy said.

'The Society is reconvened?'

Knox sipped the last drops of his coke. Jasmine looked at her can. It was half-full.

'Yes,' Knox answered. 'The man who founded it is our new Literature teacher. His name is Keating. He's…different.' The boy looked at her and realized that she was really engulfed by his words, so he continued. 'The first day he came in class he told us that we're all going to turn cold and die, so we'd better seize the day. Carpe diem, he said, and he asked us to call him 'Oh Captain, my Captain.' He's the best teacher we've ever had; he understands how we feel, his lesson is fun.'

Knox went on to say how the Dead Poets Society was reconvened, a story which Jasmine knew by heart.

'There's nothing to keep Neil from an adventure such as reading poems late at night in a cave,' he said. 'And when Neil makes a decision, probably everyone will follow him.'

'I see,' the girl answered, and she started moving the lid of her can back and forth, whispering the letters of the alphabet. It came off quickly at the letter C.

'Someone whose name starts from C is thinking about me.' She put the lid in front of Knox's nose.

'I don't know this game,' he observed.

'You move the lid back and forth until it comes off while saying the alphabet. The letter the lid will come off is the first letter of the name of someone who is thinking about you. Someone from C.'

'Cameron,' Knox answered. Jasmine made a face. 'Charlie!' he shouted.

'I think I like that more,' she said, and she felt somewhat happy that Charlie might be thinking about her.

Knox imitated her. His lid took a while to come off, and when it did, Knox had a face like he had swallowed a sock.

'X,' he stated.

Jasmine laughed out loud. 'Xander? Xanthe? Xavier?'

'Do these names exist?' Knox looked at her in disbelief. Jasmine continued laughing, and the boy kicked her lightly with his foot, trying to stifle his own laughter. He then looked at his watch and grunted.

'Oh, God, I have to go,' he said. 'It's late. I'll miss supper.'

Jasmine felt a pang of disappointment. The evening had passed really quickly.

'I had fun.' was her answer.

'Me too.' He stood up. 'Don't forget about Chris!' he warned.

The girl smiled still lying on the ground. 'I won't.'

Her smile didn't fade as he walked away. It was good to have a friend. And the next day she would make a new one. Chris.

A/N: Hope you liked it. Please, don't forget to review!