AN: I hope you guys are enjoying this please keep reviewing… Meg

1-5-05

I am on the plane back to West New. I learned so much about what I want and who Chyler really is in Paris. Made me feel I had a place in the world. 1 don't really want to come home because there I belonged to no one I had no rules or expectations put on me there. I feel I've come into my own and are somewhat worldly. I am so excited to see everyone though…I will probably tackle-hug Sean! Wonder if Johnny's home?

Walking off the plane Chyler caught sight of him. Sean. She ran nearly knocking over innocent bystanders. Security was going to get her but he stopped them. She dropped her carry on launching herself into his arms. She kissed him firmly on the mouth. "Hi!" she greeted.

"Hi." he returned with a laugh "Miss Me?"

"Always… now not that I'm not happy to see you but I thought my parents would be here."

"Busy with your welcome home party be sure and act surprised."

She laughed. "I will…"

Chyler sat with her back against the car door. Hands gesturing wildly as she told Sean of her every moment in Paris up til now. Even telling him about John's visit it stung a little less because John had already told him about it. Seeing his brother through Chyler's eyes was always a experience… and he never got used to it . To be seen in that light was a blessing whether John knew it or not. He made her sparkle. As painful as it was for him at times he still wanted her happiness more than his own.

After the party had come to an end the guests gone she escaped to her room and there on here bed was "Their Paris photograph" as she so fondly called it an 8x10 in a ornate silver frame. Stuck to John's face was a post note in his scribbly handwriting "Call me so I can welcome home properly sorry I missed you Pretty Baby." his number written beneath that ending in "John." she smiled dialing his number she got his machine.

"Just following the directions on the post it call when you can . Bye Johnny."

She removed the post it. Sticking it in her journal. She set the picture on her dresser and prepared for bed.

She was warm. She was comfy. She was dreaming a really nice dream. The cranberries singing about a boy leaving them breathless punctured through her time down by the river with John. Her phone vibrated her pillow. She really mustn't move she thought he'll go away… she thought. The other part of her brain took over it was John on that phone not just anybody but her John… he can still wait. It kept ringing. Her John sure was persistent. Her hand claimed the blaring device. "Hello…" she croaked in a throaty whisper.

"Hey pretty baby…." his rich baritone filled her ear. A girl could get used to hearing that voice in the morning.

"Did I wake you?"

"Yes but its ok not like I'm still on Paris time or anything." she teased.

"Where the hell are you this week John?"

"Wisconsin…"

"I want to make a cheese joke but I won't…"

"Glad to be home?"

"I loved Paris but I missed home so yeah…How's life and Liz and work?"

"Life is great Liz is I don't wanna talk about it and work is so busy….I really did want to be there to welcome you home I just couldn't get away."

"Well this works its private enough but not intimate enough to get you in trouble."

"Sometimes I want to get in trouble with you…"

"We can't open that can of worms remember you don't really want me I'm just a distraction with curves in all the right places."

"Your more than that and you know it…"

"Am I ?"

"Yes."

"Prove it."

Silence.

"That's what I thought…listen John it was nice talking to you but I need to go."

"Chyler don't-"

"Bye John." she hung up.

She and John talked on the phone on a weekly basis for nearly six months before Liz caught on putting a stop to it. The next thing she would hear about him was through his mother she found out John had broken off his engagement. When he came home for the Christmas and New Year Holiday it would change their lives.