Dear my wonderful readers,

I realize it has been a long long long time since I've updated. Every time I received an email with a review I had this sudden urge to upload my story but I was always on a different computer than the ones my prewritten documents were on. Yeah that's right, prewritten. I remember a while ago I wrote all the chapters in one weekend and saved them so basically I know how it's going to end and such… Well, keep reviewing and that will make me want to update more. (Also, ten reviews for one chapter?! You guys are awesome!)

Love,

Your truly grateful writer.

P.S. I've been watching the first season of Desperate Housewives where Jesse Metcalfe plays a teenage boy named John so it's difficult not to confuse him with the John in this story. Well, have a good read.

"Holy jamma lamma Kate!" Carrie exclaimed as Kate walked into the dorm. Kate had thought she escaped the terrible situation but it had only just begun. She looked down at her wrinkled red dress and looked up at her friends. Her face was evidently distressed and Heather jumped up from her seat on the floor of the small dorm.

"He didn't…" (She whispered now) "…date-rape you, did he?" Heather asked, concerned.

"No," Kate sighed, "Let me explain! I wanted to go on a perfectly harmless date and I—there was wine… and dancing… and laughing… I just didn't know what I had done."

"Gosh, Kate," Beth laughed, "You've become me!"

Carrie giggled and turned to Kate, "But you didn't like it… did you?"

Kate paused. Of course she didn't really remember it. But she didn't wake up angry or sad. In fact, she woke up pretty happy now that she thought about it. Did that mean she really did like being with John? "I don't know, maybe."

"So which Tucker?" Heather demanded.

Kate thought. So she had an amazing date with John. She had had amazing dates with Scott before. So they had slept together (Kate still wasn't convinced it was a total accident). She had slept with Scott of course. But it was a matter of love in the end, wasn't it? She had thought she loved Scott but lately, she was thinking her time with him had come to an end. No, of course she hadn't been thinking that. That was John Tucker getting in her head. But maybe she loved John? No, she couldn't tell that from one date. Easy solution: another date with John.

"I have to go on another date with him."

"Seriously? You know this is just gonna get worse the more you keep it going," Carrie said.

"This is a huge decision. I can't just wake up and decide I love one of these guys! I might end up marrying one!"

"Well, you're gonna have to talk to someone who knows them both better," Beth said seriously.

"Who's that?" Heather asked.

"Mother Tucker," Carrie answered.

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Kate had called John and made sure he wasn't home. She also knew Scott was in his chemistry class. So Mrs. Tucker was home presumably alone and safe to talk to.

"Ok, come pick me up in about half an hour," Kate told Heather, explaining she had to return John's jeep.

So there she stood on the Tuckers' doorstep for the third time in the last few days. The door opened a minute or two later and Mrs. Tucker's face made Kate smile. Kate may be a slut, but Mrs. Tucker would always accept her.

"Kate, darling, come in let's have some coffee."

So there they sat a few minutes later in the kitchen in complete silence as Mrs. Tucker prepared two warm mugs.

"Now Scott isn't here sweetie… or is it John you're looking for?" Mrs. Tucker said sweetly but Kate knew it was a cut directed towards her.

"You know?"

"Bunny, nothing happens in this house I do not know about. You don't think I saw you and John drunkenly running up the stairs last night? Or how about this morning when I saw you all cuddled up next to my big boy as I attempted to clean his room? (As you can see, my attempts are in vain.)" She laughed.

Kate put her mug down. She really felt like she let this woman down. "How could you be so nice to me then?"

"Now I already liked you the moment I met you Katie, and I thought you were perfect for my baby boy, so I guess I just love you like the daughter I never had. But honey, John is so attractive that Scott's had his heart broken by his little girlfriends before. I remember the very first time it happened in fourth grade when Scott's girlfriend (Kimberly, I believe her name was) had given a valentine to John instead of him. He was crushed but in the years to come John had stolen sixth-grade Barbara, eighth-grade Haley, tenth-grade Sarah, and just before he met you John took twelfth-grade Anna. I didn't love any of those girls as much as I love you dearie, but I certainly know that you have a reason for two-timing my boys."

Kate sighed, "Mrs. Tucker, I love Scott but things are just dimming down. I mean I suppose you feel that way with Mr. Tucker seeing as you two hardly say a few words to each other, I mean if I could say that. No offense or anything."

"None taken, Mr. Tucker and I have our differences."

"But I still love Scott and I don't want to lose him. And John came to me the other day and told me he still loved me and one thing led to another and one drunken mistake…"

"Oh darling how do you think I met Mr. Tucker?!" Mrs. Tucker put her mug down and gestured with her arms the following. "Baby, I was so sick of men I found myself downtown and drunk as a hobo. Mr. Tucker comes up holding his sobriety in one hand and a beer in the other. Well let's just say he dropped that sobriety and held onto the liquor. Next thing I know we're getting married by little men dressed in alien costumes and a year or so later I realize I could've done worse."

"But there was never any love?"

"No, darling of course there's love. The way Robert and I were living at the time, there was no way we would've found someone on our own. This may be an oxymoron, but I guess God wanted us to get drunk and find our own destiny."

"So what are you telling me to do?" Kate asked. A sudden thought hit her. Why am I not discussing this with my own mother? Oh yeah, because she's probably still in bed with last night's date even though it's three in the afternoon. Kate remembered the night her mother had "sent Skip home." Well, Skip managed to find his way back and now Ms. Spencer managed to find a different Skip every day it seemed. Mrs. Tucker is like the mother I never had, Kate felt sorry for herself.

"Honey, you don't worry about love right now. Love will find you when it's right."

"But I can't just keep dating both of them until I figure out which one I love," Kate protested.

"Okay, you want something simple? When you find yourself in someone's arms and you feel yourself wanting to be in the others', that's when you'll know who to choose," Mrs. Tucker got up to put her mug in the dishwasher and Kate felt her talk was over. She got up, said her goodbyes and looked out front to see Heather pull up in her car, just in time.