Author's Note: Hello. So, in all honesty, I wasn't planning to write the car scene; I was just going to start after he dropped Zoe off and mention a silent car ride. However, a couple of my reviewers, Jen and LittleRed22, said that they were really looking forward to reading it so I thought, 'eh, what the hell.' And I am glad I did, because I think it turned out really well. I have a lot to say about this chapter; it was a lot of fun to write. However, I will put that at the end so as not to spoil the chapter. There will be a super-long author's note. Sorry about that. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Read, review, and have a nice day.

Chapter Six

This time, Zoe didn't make a comment about his car, which he appreciated. The first fifteen minutes of the car ride were silent, which was driving Wade out of his mind. It wasn't so much that it was silent; it was that it was awkwardly silent. He decided, against his better judgment, to attempt a conversation.

"So." Wade started. She didn't really react, "Um, so, where'd you learn to play tackle?"

"Gym class." Zoe said with a shrug.

"Well, you're not bad." She nodded, "You, like, a sportsy, tomboy type of girl?"

Zoe scoffed, "That is such a stereotype. What? I can't hold my own in a tackle game without being some sort of tomboy?"

Wade shrugged, "I was just asking."

More silence.

"So, uh, you like Bluebell so far?"

"Well, it's a far cry from New York."

"I'll bet."

"Have you ever been?" he looked at her blankly for a second, quickly turning his eyes back to the road, "To New York, I mean." She clarified.

"Oh. Uh, nope."

"Well, it's amazing. Totally different from here. Everybody minds their own business."

"Which is clearly a major sellin' point with you."

"You could move there, and it would be at least a month before you even met your neighbors."

"Sounds kind of lonely."

"Not lonely just," she paused, searching for the right word, "private." She finally said.

Wade nodded, "Well, I guess that's a good thing sometimes."

More silence. Yeesh, it was like pulling teeth with this girl.

"So, um, you never told me why you're here. That is, what brings you to Bluebell?" silence, "Zoe?"

"Oh, um, right. Sorry. What was the question?"

"What brings a city girl like you to Bluebell?"

"Oh that."

He waited, "Well?"

"I … I'm studying medicine with Harley."

"Oh, right, that story." Wade said, rolling his eyes.

"What does that mean?"

"Nothin'." Zoe looked at him skeptically, eyebrows arched, "It's just, I don't really buy that. I mean, Dr. Wilkes is nice and charitable and all that, but I just don't think that's how you know him, or why you're here."

"You think I'm faking an interest in medicine?"

Wade shrugged, "I don't know what you're fakin', or what you're hidin-"

"Because I've wanted to be a doctor since I was nine."

Wade turned his head to her, surprised, "Nine?"

"Eyes on the road!"

Wade looked; there was a car coming at them. He served just in time. Then he pulled over.

"Nine?" he asked again, still surprised by how young she had been, but Zoe wasn't listening. She had gone pale again, and she looked like she might be sick, "Lord." He said in frustration. He unbuckled her, picked her up, and carried her out of the car. He brought her over to some bushes. She leaned over and he looked away. It wasn't that he minded, but earlier, he had gotten the impression that she was embarrassed by this whole thing and he figured he'd give her some privacy.

When the noises stopped, he went around back and handed her the bottle of mouthwash from before, "Lucky we didn't toss this, huh?"

She looked away from him, embarrassed, but she took the mouthwash, gargled, and spit into the bushes.

"You gonna be okay?" She didn't answer; she just kept trying to catch her breath. "You want me to wait in the car, or-" her eyes flicked up to his face when he said the word car. He noticed, but it did not seem like the time to ask about it. Zoe shook her head, sat down, and pointed to the patch of grass next to her. Wade sat down. She starred at the patch of grass at her feet. A few passed minutes, and neither of them said anything.

"Promise me …" Zoe started, her voice a whisper.

"What?"

"Promise me," she tried again, "Promise me you'll never feel sorry for me."

"Uh, what?" he asked again, this time more from a lack of comprehension than lack of hearing.

"Promise me." she looked up at him, her large anime eyes imploring, "Please."

He nodded, "Okay. I promise." She smiled at him. It was a small smile, and it was sort of sad. He could tell it was completely for his benefit, to show she was grateful, even though she did not feel at all like smiling. Still, it was a smile, her smile, and it was beautiful.

They were silent for another moment, and then Wade decided it was time to see if his suspicions were right, "You were in a car accident, weren't you?" he asked, his face serious, his voice quiet.

"How-?"

"Just little things. You freakin' out before, and just now, I don't know, I guess I just thought, maybe …" He let it trail off, "So, were you?" She was silent for a moment, and then she nodded. "What happened?"

"It was late, I was in the back seat, there was something, a truck, or … I don't remember. Anyway, I walked away, but …"

"But you're folks didn't?" she nodded again, "So, you're an orphan now?"

"I guess," she said, with a sad, odd sort of chuckle, "I never really thought about it that way."

Wade nodded, "And Harley, what, adopted you?"

Zoe nodded, "He's a, um, relative, that I never knew about."

"So, he's your guardian now?"

"Basically." She was silent for a minute, "You won't say anything will you?"

"My mom passed away last year. My dad started drinkin'. A lot. He's not really fit to take care o' me and Jesse, um, my brother, but it's our home, ya know? I don't want to end up in some foster home, or with some stranger, so I cover for him. Gotten pretty good at it, in fact. Good at pretendin' everything's okay." He sighed, "You're secret's safe with me, Zoe Hart. I can keep stuff under my cap pretty well at this point."

Wade wasn't sure why he had told her all of that exactly. He had been trying to prove he could keep a secret, but he hadn't meant to get so personal. It had all just come out for some reason. It was strange. She was the first person he had told.

"'Course I'm assumin' that you'll do the same."

Zoe nodded, then stood, brushing the grass off her, "We should head back to the car. I don't want Harley to send out a search party."

Wade nodded, got up after her, and headed back. He was smiling again, his serious look completely melted away. Nobody observing them would have guessed anything had happened.

"Who's that drivin'?" Harley asked as he looked out the window.

"Wade."

"What happened to George?"

"Oh, he and Lemon wanted to stay, and I wanted to bail, so Wade said he would give me a lift. He talked to George and Lemon, and I guess they said they could get another ride or something." Harley nodded. "I hope that's okay. Wade driving your car, I mean. I didn't think-"

"It's fine." He interrupted, "Wade knows cars. I trust him with anything that has a motor and an engine." They stood staring at each other awkwardly. Zoe was noticing a lot of awkward moments since she came to Bluebell. "So, did you have a good time?"

She nodded. It wasn't exactly a lie. She had not had a terrible time. The dance with Logan was fun. Mostly though, the night kept switching between a bunch of unpleasant emotions; boring, frustrating, terrifying, etc. And then of course their had been the part where Wade had gotten her to open up. She still wasn't sure why she had told him the truth. Maybe it was because he had known she was lying before, and she figured he would figure it out anyway. He was on the right track.

She had left out the whole Harley being her biological father thing, but she had still over shared. She wished she could take it back, but she knew she couldn't. She would just have to live with him knowing, hope he kept his mouth shut, and, more importantly, that he kept his promise.

"You wanna have a seat, watch some football or something?"

Zoe shook her head, "I still have some work to catch up on for school."

"Well, you want a snack while you work?"

She shook her head again.

"Okay, well, if you need any help - " She nodded, and then headed to her room. Harley sighed. He wanted so badly to connect with this girl, but he was getting nowhere.

After Zoe had caught up on her homework, she looked through her still unpacked suitcases for something to read. It was only 11 at night, and Zoe did not want to fall asleep until she absolutely had to. She was terrified of what she might dream, especially after the flashback she had had today.

She pulled out an old copy of A Walk To Remember by Nicholas Sparks and began flipping through it, looking for the part where Jamie and Landon are helping the girl who got sick at the dance. It was one of the chapters she liked best, and besides, after the night she had, it seemed sort of poetic to read that part.

After finishing the chapter, Zoe started to think about Wade, and how he helped her today with the mouthwash and the lack of judgment. It was strange. He was being so nice to her, helpful even. That was not the impression she had gotten when she first met him. He had not seemed nice or helpful. She wondered what changed. It could not be that he pitied her, because he had started being nice and helpful before she told him the truth. Maybe she had just read him wrong. Then, Zoe remembered what Lemon had said "he's only ever nice to girls he's tryin' to nail." Shit! Of course. Wade was being nice to her to get her into bed. It was so obvious; she was surprised she hadn't seen it before. The guy was a classic Casanova. He was following basic seduction protocol.

Step 1: Get girl's attention by being a jackass.

Step 2: Tease girl constantly and hang around her so that her thoughts will be on how annoying you are, thus keeping you on her mind.

Step 3: Do something nice unexpectedly in order to confuse and gain gratitude.

Step 4: Show sensitive side by revealing some secret pain (i.e. his parent situation) to invoke pity and make girl start to believe there is more to you than meets the eye.

He was playing a flawless game, but there was no way she was going to fall for it. Hell will freeze over five times before I give him so much as a peck on the cheek, She thought, as she started to snuggle under her covers. She fell asleep with a determined fire in her belly, tomorrow, she intended to make it perfectly clear that no power on earth would make her sleep with Wade Kinsella.

Zoe's tousled, chocolate hair tickles his face; her head hovering above his as she looks down at him. She is smiling that unbelievably dazzling smile of hers. Wade can't help but smile too. He chuckles a little, and then she dips her head down to his neck. Her lips make there way up to his ear. She's driving him insane, lying on top of him, making him need her. Still, he wouldn't tell her to stop; not for anything in the world.

"Wade," she whispers in that deep sultry voice of hers. He grabs out for her, tries to touch her, but she won't let him. She's in control, jiggling on top of him, calling the shots, kissing him, feeling him, and he is her slave. He has completely succumbed to her will, and a part of him doesn't mind. "Zoe." He calls out breathlessly.

She comes up, smiles at him, and then leans down to tease his ear again.

"You want me?" she asks in a whisper.

"Yes." He breathes.

"Tell me," she whispers as her hands and her lips head down towards his chest, "Tell me how much you want me."

She starts to head lower, "God, Zoe!"

"Tell me you need me Wade."

"Zoe."

She rubs the area around what he wants her to touch. He's dying for her to, but she doesn't. She won't; he knows that somehow.

"Tell me that you can't live without me. That you need me here with you, always, touching always, making you feel the way you've never felt, the way you know only I can."

"God, yes!"

He feels like he's about to burst with desire.

Then, she stops touching him, stops kissing him. She grabs the blanket and wraps it around herself, covering up, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

"I'll never want you like that. It's something you've always known. I'm too good for you. This was never going to happen. I could never really want to be with you"

Wade jerked awake, panting heavily, and sweating harder than he had since the last heat wave. Shit, was all he could think. No. This could not be happening. Wade had dreamt about girls before, but never like that. The dreams were usually more about the sex itself than they were about the girl. But that dream …

Not Zoe Hart, he told himself. She was arrogant; a New Yorker who clearly thought she was too good for Alabama and everybody in it. She was selfish, self-centered, ungrateful, hostile, a total headache. She was the worst kind of girl.

Besides, Wade didn't like girls, not really. He lusted after girls, but it wasn't the same thing. He'd never had a girl who he … who made him feel like, 'making you feel the way you've never felt, the way you know only I can.' Shit! Why her? He asked his subconscious. Why did it have to be her? If it had to happen, which he wished it didn't, then why couldn't it have been someone else? Why couldn't it have been someone who was not such a pain in the ass, or someone who did not make him want to run a car off a road with her in it? Not to mention, someone who he had half a chance with. He sighed and massaged his forehead. Zoe Hart. Shit.

"Mornin'." Jesse said as Wade made his way into the kitchen. Wade nodded in acknowledgement. He decided to pretend he was still groggy; he did not want to deal with his brother right now. The fridge was already open, so Wade went over and grabbed a milk carton out of it. Jesse appeared to be making something, waffles or pancakes, but Wade was good with cereal. Besides, he was no fan of Jesse's cooking. "So, who's Zoe?" Jesse asked casually. Wade almost dropped the carton on the floor.

"Um, what?"

"Zoe? Girl whose name you were callin' out last night?"

Shit, "Don't remember. Must'a been some girl my mind cooked up or somethin'."

"Uh huh." Jesse said, skeptically.

The next time Wade saw Zoe was after first period. She was fiddling with her locker, and the locker seemed to be putting up a pretty good fight. It was amusing to watch, but Wade figured he should probably step in.

"Need some help?" he asked. She ignored him, "So were back to that, are we?"

"Sh! I'm trying to concentrate."

"Okay." He waited. When she finally got her locker open, she reached in, grabbed her books, and headed off.

"Hey." He said, walking after her, "Ain't you gonna say hi or mornin' or anythin' 'long those lines?"

Zoe nodded, "Sure. Hello Wade. Good morning. I hope you are having a pleasant day." Her voice was cold, detached.

"You feelin' better, after, you know?"

"I'm fine. I have to get to class." She sped up, and Wade sped up too, trying his best to keep up with her.

"Do you have some sort of mood randomizer button on ya that I ain't aware of?"

"Nope. I just don't want to be late."

"So this cold shoulder thing is just in my head?" she didn't answer, "I gotta say it's a little weird. I mean, after last night, I thought we were finally starting to get along."

Zoe snorted and rolled her eyes, "I'll bet you did."

"What?"

She turned to face him, "Look, Wade, I'm new and I don't want to be late. So I'm going to clarify something, and then you're going to let me get to class, okay?" she didn't wait for him to answer, "Nothing happened last night. You and I will never get along. Nothing is ever going to happen between us. Okay? Good. Goodbye."

She walked off, and Wade just stood there completely confused. What the hell was that?

"Wade Kinsella!" a shrill, angry voice said behind him, "What happened to you last night?"

Wade turned, wincing, "Hey Lemon. You and George have a good time?"

"Yes. Great. That is, until we wanted to leave and the car was gone. After that, not so great. I guess things sort of went downhill. We didn't though. We had no car to go downhill in."

Wade chuckled to lesson the tension, but her glare made it clear that she was not amused.

"Listen, Lemon, um, I was just tryin' to do the right thing. See, Zoe wasn't feelin' well-?"

""You're blamin' her for somethin' you did?"

"No, I wasn't … look, Lemon, I was tryin' to be a stand-up-"

"Please. You probably just tryin' to score points so you could jump her bones."

Wade scoffed. "Like I would need to score points to get a girl in bed."

Lemon rolled her eyes, "Usually no, but I happen to know for a fact that your odds of gettin' that particular girl under covers is about equal to the odds of Magnolia wakin' up tomorrow and singin' the score of The Barber of Seville in perfect Italian."

Okay, ouch. He knew it was true, but still … "Listen, Lemon, whatever you believe of my intentions, the girl was under the weather and he needed a ride-"

"Which would have been fine, had you gone to get us, instead of leavin' us stranded."

"I did, but you an' George were eatin' each other's mouths at the time, so I guess y'all didn' hear me."

Lemon stomped her left foot petulantly, then raised it, kicked Wade in the shin, and stomped off.

"All right everybody, settle down." The teacher said. It was Zoe's first science class here; she had not had science yesterday.

"Hey," someone whispered to her. She turned. It was George. He was hitting her with that dazzling smile again, and she felt lucky that she was sitting. When you're sitting, you're legs turning to jelly is of no consequence, "You want me to be your partner?"

"What?" she spat out, eyes wide.

The class giggled.

"Mr. Tucker, Miss, uh …" he walked over and checked his roster, "Hart, is there something you would like to share with the class?"

Zoe blushed, embarrassed, and George spoke up, "I was just askin' our new student if she would like me to be her lab partner."

He couldn't have said the lab part before, Zoe thought.

The teacher nodded, "It is very kind of you to offer to help out our new student Mr. Tucker, perhaps next time you could approach me as opposed to whispering during my class."

George nodded, "Yes sir. I'm sorry for disrupting the class."

He got up and took a seat next to Zoe.

The assignment was simple, the point was to find the molar mass of a gas, in this case, butane. The first step was to remove the striking mechanism from a disposable pocket lighter. Zoe started on it right away. She had always been good at science. When she was nine, she had decided she wanted to be a cardiothoracic surgeon just like her father. She loved it, and she had a natural talent for it. It felt nice, familiar, to be in a room where everything was logical and scientific.

"Hey, listen, sorry about before. I didn't mean to get you in trouble."

She didn't look up; she was concentrating on what she was doing and she knew if she looked up at him and his smile, she'd never be able to look away.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm the one who got us in trouble by not having the sense to whisper."

"Still, I feel bad."

"Don't."

She placed the lighter on the analytical balance, "Aren't we supposed to take it apart or somethin' first?"

"We just had to remove the striking mechanism. It didn't take long."

George looked around him; everybody else was still fiddling with the lighters, while Zoe was measuring out the water.

"That's impressive."

"It's a simple procedure."

"And here I thought I was the one helpin' you out. Looks like bein' partnered with you is turnin' out to be an extremely selfish act on my part."

Zoe giggled, "Only if you somehow knew that I was good at science."

"Good is an understatement. Where'd you learn all this stuff?"

Zoe shrugged, filling up the pneumatic trough, "My dad's a doctor. When I told him I wanted to be a surgeon he started working with me, showing me the ropes, and then, when he got busy, he let me come by the hospital and watch. I trailed one of his collogues, another surgeon, as an intern when I was twelve. It was a lot of fun. Science is a big part of medicine, everything from chemistry to anatomy. I knew I needed to be good if I was going to become a doctor some day so I worked hard, took advanced classes, did extra credit where it could.

I mean, don't get the wrong idea, I'm not like, some child protégé or something. I still have a lot to learn before I can get into med school, let alone become a surgeon. But I've always had a natural knack for this stuff. I guess it's genetic or something." She paused. Genetic. It had always been a part of her explanation for her talent, but now she knew that it wasn't that simple. Ethan Hart was not her father. Harley was a doctor, so she might have inherited something from him, but he was not a surgeon. Zoe had always wanted to be a surgeon. Was it just because of her dad? If she had known Harley was her dad, would she have grown up wanting to be a GP? How would that make her dad feel? Would he have been disappointed? Proud?

She was starting to feel woozy, so she put down the lighter and placed her hand on the lab table to steady herself.

"Hey, you okay?" George asked, his eyes full of concern.

Pull yourself together Hart. Wade knowing is bad enough. You are going to keep things under wraps and maintain control.

She took a deep breath, and reached for the lighter again, "Fine. Why?" she asked it as casually as she possibly could.

"You were looking a little green for a minute."

She looked at him, a faking a confused expression, "I did? That's weird. I feel fine."

"Are you sure? Maybe you want to see the nurse or-"

"And leave you to fend for yourself? Not a chance. We're a team, right?"

"Actually, I haven't actually done anything yet. You've kind of taken over the station."

Zoe looked down, realizing he was right, "Oh. Sorry."

"It's all right. I just feel kind of guilty is all. How about I do the next part."

Zoe nodded her head, "Sure."

"Okay then." He looked down, "Um, what exactly is the next part?" Zoe laughed, and George joined in with a light chuckle. It was a nice sound. Zoe liked it. "Sorry. Science isn't exactly my best subject."

"Well if you want, I can just-"

George put his hand up, "I appreciate it, but I don't want I grade I didn't earn."

Zoe smiled at him. "I think that's really honorable. Not a lot of guys our age would say that."

George smiled back at her, "Thanks." Their eyes locked for a moment, and Zoe felt her breath catch in her throat, "So," George said, turning back to the experiment, and clapping his hands together, "Tell me, madam surgeon, what should I do?"

Zoe could not help but giggle. An alarm screaming TakenTakenTaken started going off in her brain, "Well, you want to hold the lighter under the water. Make sure it's below the mouth of the inverted cylinder"

George did as he was told, "Okay, what next?"

"Press the release."

George did so, and a bunch of gas bubbles started to form in the water, "Whoa."

"Now you want to lead the bubbles up into the cylinder."

"I'm … not really sure how to do that." Zoe laughed again. George looked at her in mock offense, "Sorry." She said, stifling her giggles, "I can take over if you want."

She carefully took the lighter from his hand. Their fingers touched briefly and it sent tingles up her spine.

"So," she said as she worked, "if science isn't your best subject, what is?"

"Civics." George answered without thinking.

"Yeah?"

George nodded, then remembered she was looking at the experiment, and said, "Yep. Similar situation to yours actually; my dad's a lawyer. Really big into law and politics. He always wanted my brother Harry and I to go into it to, so he made it a priority of study in the house."

"Hm." Zoe said with a nod, "So are you planning to?"

"Planning to?"

"Go into it." she clarified.

"Oh. Well, I don't know. I mean, I guess I find it interesting, but … I don't know. I guess, when your dad is pushing so hard for you to be something, sometimes it just feels like you don't have a choice. I think I might like to be a lawyer, but I also might like to be a professional athlete, or, I don't know, a singer." Zoe burst out laughing at that, "Hey, now, you can't assume anything. You've never heard me sing."

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"My point isn't about what I'd be so much, I just never had the option to find out what else I might like. I'm sure I'm good at a bunch of stuff, not just law. I'd like to explore it, you know. But it just feels like my future's already decided."

"Have you tried talking to him about it." Zoe said as she wrote down measurements.

George shook his head, "He'd blow a gasket. I may not be a science wiz, but I know enough about chemistry to know that heart to hearts and my dad just don't mix."

Zoe smiled at his joke, then put down what she was working on and looked up at him, "George, I was inspired by being around my dad, but I decided I wanted to be a doctor because I loved it. If you don't want to be a lawyer, or you want to try other avenues, you need to do that. Parents always mean well, but you'll never be happy as a lawyer if you spend your entire career wondering what else you could have been if you'd tried. You need to figure it out for yourself."

George smiled down at her, "I appreciate that. Thank you Zoe."

"What happened to Madam Surgeon?" she asked with a chuckle.

George shrugged, "I don't know. I guess I like Zoe."

Her breath caught again. She knew he was talking about her name, but to hear him say that … .

"We should get back to the experiment."

George nodded, still smiling. God, she was so screwed.

Author's Note: Right, so, I am going to go in order. First, Why I chose to have Zoe read A Walk To Remember. Well, we know Zoe likes Woody Allen movies, but we do not know much of her book tastes. I think, and correct me if I am wrong, but I think the only time we've seen her read a novel was in the pilot before Wade blew the lights out. The book was The Notebook, by Nicholas Sparks. I considered having her read that, but it seemed too ironic and déjà vu, so I decided to go with another Nicholas Sparks book. I went on the Nicholas Sparks websites to find out when they came out. I considered using Message in a Bottle because it came out in 1998, so it would be new and popular, but I have not read it, so I would not be able to describe it. that brought me to A Walk To Remember from 1992, which made it old enough that she could have read it a few times, and could be searching out a random part that she liked. When I remembered the scene where they helped the drunken girl at the party, I knew I had made the right decision. I mean, vomiting, a party, and somebody coming to the rescue, can you say quirk of fate?

Next, I know some people will be upset about the conclusion Zoe came to about Wade. The truth is, ever since Lemon said that, I have been waiting for an opportunity, because it just seemed so perfect. I made a note to myself to have Zoe remember it and think that was what Wade wanted from her. I realize it sets them back a little, but I think it makes sense. I enjoyed writing out the steps.

Third, I don't know how many of you caught this, but Zoe's thought, "Hell will freeze over five times before I give him so much as a peck on the cheek," mirrored what Wade said to Fiona in the last chapter, "Trust me, hell will freeze over five times before her and I ever share so much as a peck on the cheek." In case you were wondering, yes, I did that on purpose. Because I think, in some ways, they are on the same wavelength. Plus, I just thought it would be fun. Good for those of you who noticed. You get an imaginary cookie. No calories! Aren't you happy?

I hope you enjoyed the dream sequence. I had a lot of fun writing it. I considered just having it be a sex scene, but it seemed more poetic this way. I especially enjoyed writing the part where Zoe takes his blanket leaving him exposed. Not for dirty reason's, but because of what it means his subconscious it saying. She has all the control, she can strip him and make him vulnerable to her, while she keeps herself closed off from him. That was what I was going for, anyway. Let me know if you think it came across like that.

The idea for the dream sort of came from the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Episode Four, Season Five, "Out Of My Mind." I do not want to spoil it for those of you who are unfamiliar, so I will just tell you the concept. Basically, a guy has a dream about a girl that makes him realize he has feelings for her. You think it's actually happening, but then he wakes up, and he says something like, "Oh no, god no," because he did not realize it before, and he does not want it to be true. His current relationship with this girl is one of animosity, and he does not want to like her. After I got over the anger of it being a dream and not real, I thought it was a really cool way to do it. Plus, that male character is awesome, and so is Wade, so they should mirror each other. In mine, I tried to make it obvious that it was a dream, because I think it works better, but that was what I was going for. I hope it came across well.

The Jesse part was fun. I hope to use more Jesse in the future.

The part where Zoe says, "Nothing is ever going to happen between us." Was supposed to mirror what she said in his dream. Let me know if you caught that.

As for the lab scene, please do not hate me, okay. Remember, I said I do not know who she will be with in this fan-fiction.

I try to put some subtle George-Wade differences like how Wade likes calling her by her last name, or royal highness, because he's a nickname guy, but George likes to call her Zoe. Also, how Wade said, 'me and Jesse,' where George says, 'Harry and I.' I'm sort of curious as to whether anybody caught that. To clarify, I am not trying to show that one is better, just that they are different.

I got the experiment from a website called fileschemvtedu/RVGS/ACT/lad/Experiments/Exp_17-Flick_Your_Bic

Okay. That's it. Sorry for the long author's note and thank you to those who read it. I hope you liked the chapter as much as I liked writing it. Please let me know what you think have a nice day.