A/N: Sorry about the lateness of this one guys, school started as I was in the middle of typing this and got in the way. Just to let you know, updates will be much slower from now on (like longer than the time between this chapter and the last-slow) due to me having no free time in the next six weeks (go FRC!). Oh well. At least this is the last chapter without any cannon characters, that I know of. I'm not planning any other only-OC chapters in this story. Thanks for bearing through the chapters without cannon, guys. Anyways, here's the next chapter, complete with foreshadowing. Read, review and all that jazz.

"We're headed out," Antha said the next day. I nodded absentmindedly as I looked through a small booklet with the various plays and musicals on West End now. I looked up as they walked out the open door, and sighed softly as I noticed Porthos still not talking to me. Apparently he didn't like something I did. I didn't know what, yet he had refused to talk to me since I left yesterday morning. I slung my backpack over my shoulder as I tossed the booklet off to the side, and decided to check the West End out to find out if Jonathan actually made it yet or not.

"And you're sure you're looking for our Jonathan Renolds?" the stage manager of Cats asked me. I nodded, quite sure of myself. I had been looking around West End for the past hour, and I was directed here from Phantom of the Opera.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, trying to keep my voice even. "I'm quite sure your American Jonathan Renolds from Oregon is the same Jonathan Renolds from Oregon who told me he was coming to London to be on the West End. Can you just ask Jonathan if he knows me?" The stage manager sighed deeply and nodded before walking away

"Am?" I heard a familiar voice say from behind me. I turned and smiled broadly as I saw Jonathan walking up to me.

"Jonathan! I didn't think I'd be able to find you!" I said before letting out a small squeak as he hugged me tightly. I hugged him back, though, and smiled softly.

"What are you doing here, Am? I didn't think I would see you for another few years!" he said, pulling away slightly.

"A few reasons. I wanted to see if you had gotten anywhere, and a couple of friends of mine asked me if I could bring them some things," I said, smiling slightly. "So you're actually acting onstage?"

"Actually, I am. My first show's tonight. Somehow I managed to get here just before the auditions for some open spots. That mean a lot to me that you wanted to see how I was doing," he said. I shrugged slightly before hugging him again.

"That's quite cool that you got a part. How have you been, by the way?" I asked.

"Pretty good. I still can't believe that you came here though, and on the day of my first show. Did you hear which part I got? I'm pretty sure he's your favorite…" he trailed off, smiling slightly.

"You got Misto?" I asked, smiling. Though he actually got a part was a surprise for me, considering actors rarely get a job in a show so soon to when they actually start, it wasn't much of a surprise that he got Mistoffelees.

"Yep. Did you not hear what I was in? I was sure you had to have heard, considering you wouldn't come if I was in just any musical," he said, looking slightly confused at me. I shook my head slightly.

"I hadn't even heard that you had gotten a part. No one in the theatre's been telling me much," I replied. "It took me a good hour or so to find you."

"That's a surprise. I didn't think it would take such a short amount of time," he said.

"Well, considering Andrew owns this theatre, and Phantom's, and Love Never Die's, I'm surprised it took that long. The only reason why it took so long was that the Phantom stage manager refused to tell me if there was a Jonathan Renolds in any ALW production," I said. He laughed softly and looked down at me for a moment before touching my neck softly.

"You're wearing my necklace still," he said. I looked down slightly. In all truth, I had pretty much forgotten about it.

"I don't really ever take it off," I said softly. "I like having a reminder of you. You were one of the first boys to be nice to me." He smiled slightly and pulled out his cell phone, glancing at the clock on it.

"Hey, Am. I've got some time to kill, so why don't I show you around?" he asked me. I smiled and nodded quickly. Getting to see around a professional theatre, and with the one guy I really liked? It was almost too much for me to process. He smiled back at me and started leading me down to the stage from the house.

"Thanks for offering to show me around. Are you sure you can do this?" I asked him, sticking close by him. He shrugged slightly, smiling as he walked up the steps onto the stage.

"As you know, there's no pit, so unfortunately you can't look in there. Otherwise I'd show you it," Jonathan said. "It's nice that we don't have to constantly watch for it. Also, the set's permanently attached to the stage and there isn't much special rigging, other than my entrance and Griz's exit." I nodded, looking around.

"Nice and simple. Not much to screw up," I said. He nodded.

"Definitely not like that show we last had," he said, smiling back at me. I nodded, thinking back to his last show with the rotating set that weighed probably close to a ton that we had to spin a couple of times for each show. He started leading me back stage, and I stuck close to him as the random techies were shooting me death – glares from where they were milling about. He put an arm around me, and I gave him a one-armed hug, smiling slightly.

A while later, after Jonathan had taken me through the cats and everything, he looked down at his phone again and sighed.

"I need to start getting ready for the show," he said.

"What time is it?" I asked, slightly confused, like I usually did after spending any amount in a room without windows.

"Nearly five. Show starts at seven, which only leaves me an hour and a half to get everything on. Want to come with me, or stay and look around?" he asked.

"Go with you. I don't think the techies appreciate someone off the streets coming in and trespassing," I said, smiling slightly, and thinking of the guy that had been following us, probably making sure that the actor and random person didn't destroy anything.

"I'll probably hear about this for a week, yet oh well," he said as he started leading me down to his dressing room.

"I don't have to stay," I said as we walked in. "You've already done more than enough for me."

"No, I don't mind all that much. They've just been bugging me to get a girlfriend," he said, slipping his shirt off and pulling his makeup off.

"What, are the boys thinking you're gay or something?" I asked, smiling slightly as I teased him. He rolled his eyes slightly before nodding.

"They don't believe me when I say I'm straight, considering they've never seen me be affectionate towards any girls," he said as he started tying his hair out of his face.

"Aw…Poor Jonathan. Everyone thinks he's gay," I said as I sat down.

"Ha, ha, very funny, Am. You know better than most how just because I'm in theatre doesn't mean I'm gay," he said. I shrugged slightly as I leaned my head on the back of the chair, still smiling.

"I know. It's still fun to tease boys about it though," I said. He nodded as he started the finer details of his face.

"Hey, Am, do you mind handing me my wig?" he asked me after a moment's silence. I nodded and grabbed the black wig off from the shelf, handing it to him.

"Thanks a ton, Am. It's annoying that they don't have anyone to help me at all," he said.

"Now, it's not really like you need anyone. All you have to do is paint your face, get a wig on and slip into a costume," I said, pulling said costume off of its hanger and handing it to him after he fixed his wig.

"Thanks again, Am," he said as he started changing. "So, Am, what are you brining your friends here?"

"Just a couple of their pets. I was watching them until they were settled in their new place, and then I decided to bring them over," I said after a moment. "Need some help with that?" I asked him as I saw him struggling with a hook at the base of his neck.

"Sure, I'll take some help," he said. I quickly latched the hook for him and took a step back. Despite having seen the object of my fixation in all his half-naked glory, it didn't give me butterflies like you normally hear people getting. Probably came from working with costumes and already seeing plenty of guys—and girls as well—half-naked, and sometimes completely naked. I was quite a strange person. He turned back around towards me, taking a deep breath. "I've got to get going. I'll go ask Candy, the stage manager, if there's any extra tickets."

"You don't have to go to any extra trouble for me, Jonathan," I said as I followed him out of the dressing room. He shook his head slightly.

"It's not extra trouble, Am. You came half-way across the world. The least you can get is a free show to see your favorite musical," he said as he walked back out to the stage. I continued following close behind him, and he stopped next to the stage manager I had talked to earlier.

"What is it Jonathan?" she asked him.

"Do you know if there's an extra seat available for Amélie here tonight?" he asked her as the rest of the cast subtly started watching us.

"Probably. Will you use one of your tickets?" she asked him. Jonathan nodded and I walked up next to him. Candy nodded slightly and she wrote a note on a clipboard. "Follow me," she said as she started walking out to the box office.

"Play along, please," Jonathan whispered in my ear as he wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed me softly on the cheek. "I'll see you later, darling," he said slightly louder. I kissed him back softly on his cheek.

"I can't wait, sweetheart," I said, smiling slightly before hugging him and quickly catching up to Candy.

"Since when did you have a girlfriend?" I heard one of the boys ask Jonathan.

"Since about a year ago," Jonathan replied before I walked out into the lobby, smiling still.

"Amélie, do you mind coming here, please?" Candy called from a small office. I nodded and walked over to her, watching as she wrote out a small note.

"Now, since the show starts at seven, you've got less than one hour to get some nice clothes and get back here. When you get here, you'll need to give this note to the man at the box office so that you can get your ticket. House opens at six thirty, by the way," she said as she handed me a note.

"Thank you. Do you know where any place to buy clothes near here?" I asked her.

"Do you not have any?"

"I didn't bring any dress clothes over here because I didn't think I would be going anywhere nice. Ticket prices to places tend to be expensive," I replied. She nodded and wrote down an address on a second slip of paper.

"Here there should be some good clothes," Candy said as she handed me the second slip of paper. I glanced down at it, nodding as I saw the address; it was a small shop four blocks from here.

"I'll be back then," I said. Candy smiled slightly, nodding and I walked out, hoping I could make it in time.

By the time six fifty came around, I walked into the theatre, glad I had managed to make it in time. I had figured I wouldn't get there until the show had started, and what a pity that would have been. Well, I had stopped by the hotel room to write a note to Antha and Porthos, so it only would have served me right if I was late. At any rate, I walked up to the box office, and handed them Candy's note. They nodded and handed me a ticket, and I gladly started walking up to where my seat was. A few minutes later, I sat down, setting the yellow rose that I had bought down next to my chair, ready to watch the musical.

"At the risk of sounding like a complete fan girl, oh my gosh, Jonathan! You were amazing! Your dancing was amazing!" I said, smiling broadly as I walked up after the show. He smiled, and started leading me to his dressing room so that he could change.

"Thanks, Am. For everything, by the way," he said as we walked into the dressing room and he closed the door.

"Well, here's one more thing," I said, smiling slightly as I gave him the rose. He smiled, taking the rose, yet he looked slightly confused.

"Yellow? I figured you would have done red," he said as he set it down before looking back up at me. I shrugged slightly.

"I didn't know how you would react to getting a red rose. Decided not to push my luck and go for the one that means friendship," I replied, glancing down. "Thank you, though, Jonathan."

"Am, I'm only doing what's right. I was a step away from moving back to the US," he said. I looked sharply back up at him, shocked at that.

"No! You can't just give it up as soon as you've made it! People would kill to be in your shoes!" I said, shaking my head quickly.

"I think you might just be one of the best friends I've ever had. Eryn hasn't even called me since I moved here. Not to mention I think she unfriended me on Facebook," Jonathan said as he leaned against the counter. I smirked slightly at the mention of Eryn, a mutual friend of ours who thinks that she's the best actress to come around in the history of theatre. I had known her since we were in elementary school, and she didn't even bother talking to me when she got into theatre, despite us seeing each other every day.

"Too bad. She unfriended one amazing guy," I said softly, smiling as I looked up at him.

"You're much nicer than people usually make you out to be. Where are you staying, by the way?" he asked.

"A hotel a few blocks away. Why?" I replied.

"Well, I've got an extra room in my apartment, and I was wondering if you wanted to stay with me, if you weren't going home for a while," he said, looking down at the ground rather than me. I smiled, not quite sure I had heard him correctly, yet I shook my head, remembering why I had actually come to London.

"I can't. Not for a couple of days at the very least. My friends are coming over tomorrow, and they're meeting me at my hotel. I can't really just stay at your place," I told him. He nodded slowly, and I turned, grabbing a slip of paper and wrote down the address of the hotel and my room number before handing it to him.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Where I'm staying. That way, the day after tomorrow, you can swing by my place, pick me up and show me your favorite places around town," I said, smiling shyly.

"It's a date then," he said, smiling broadly.

"I've got to get going, Jonathan. I have one last thing for you though," I said, feeling brazen as I leaned close to him, kissing him softly on the cheek before walking out of the dressing room.

"Shoot! I'm still in costume!" I heard Jonathan exclaim from behind me as I continued walking out of the theatre, still smiling. After walking out of the theatre, I took a deep breath before walking down the street to the hotel, hoping Antha and Porthos hadn't been waiting for me long as I saw how dark the sky was.

"It's about time!" Antha said as I walked into the hotel room and opened the back door. I sighed slightly as they walked past me and I closed the door behind them. "Why'd you lock the door?"

"I didn't feel like getting my stuff stolen, Antha. I've got some valuable stuff in here," I said as I walked back to the bed.

"Well, why were you out so late?" Antha asked. I rolled my eyes, not feeling the need to answer to a cat.

"Obviously she found someone better than us," Porthos said bitterly. I looked up sharply at him, and he looked away from me, curling up on the bed.

"No, I was out at a play, and it didn't end until late," I replied. "And I wouldn't say anything, Porthos, considering I'm going to spend all day tomorrow with you and Antha."

"Really?" he asked softly, looking over at me. I nodded firmly and he walked over to me, hugging me tightly. I stiffened slightly, not expecting that before hugging him back.

"So you're still going to the ball?" Antha asked me. I pulled away from Porthos as I looked over at her.

"Do you want me to?" I asked her, curious as to what she would say now. She nodded. "I'll be sure to make it, just for you two. I told my friend I'd see him the day after tomorrow, so I'll just end up being sleep deprived as I see him," I said. Antha smiled, along with Porthos and we hugged each other, looking like quite a strange trio.