Skyes POV:

"Jerome where are we going?" Jeromes hands were covering my eyes and he refused to let me see a single thing.

"Ok you can look now" I opened my eyes to see in front of me the door of a dressing room, a beautiful blue lace ballet dress with a shawl like wings was hung up in front of me.

"Jerome its beautiful surely you didnt..." my eyes widened and he smiled down at me "but this must have cost like-" he covered my mouth with his hand and beamed "It doesnt matter how much it cost Skye as long as you dance with me in the talent show Im happy."

I knew he wouldnt let me protest so I simply nodded.

"Now go try it on!" he pushed me gently in to the changing room, and I followed his orders locking the door behind me.

I looked at myself in the mirror, the blue made me look paler than normal, my chocolate hair tumbling like an untamed waterfall around me.

I unlocked the door and walked out so Jerome could see.

"Skye you look beautiful he smiled, rising from his bored position on the plastic waiting room chair to hold me in his arms.

"Thanks your making me blush, I still dont look as pretty as Summer though", Jerome rolled his eyes at me again, kissing the top of my head as I snuggled in to his shoulder."I havent even met your sister yet and I already know your more amazing than her" I smiled wishfully at the hope that once he did meet her, this fact would remain true.

Once I was dressed back in my new outift, Jerome put the dress back in to its bag and carried it with another he explained held his costume.

"That one contains mine" he coughed a worried expression on his face. I kissed his hand which was laced with mine as we walked. " You'll look great" I encouraged "Im just sad that you were mean enough to see my costume and yet I wasnt allowed to see you in yours!"

He laughed at my attempt of anger, which was obviously far to weak to fool him.

We headed back to the bus stop, the evening settling in the sky dark and few trembling stars appearing over the trees on the horizon. I smiled up at them.

"Star light star bright first little star I see tonight wish I may wish I might give me but one wish tonight" I closed my eyes and wished more than any thing that me and Jerome would always remain together, that we really were meant to be.

I opened my eyes to see Jerome watching me fascinated.

"What did you wish for?" he asked smiling "I cant tell you that then my wish wouldnt come true" I whispered silently back.

On the bus ride home, the excited buzzing of chatter and laughter on the way here was no longer a friend, tired silence filled all of us and Patricia observed mine and Jeromes every move like a hunter. Her eyes roaming to our entangled hands and my head rested in the crook of Jeromes shoulder.

"Skye I know I havent known you that long but it feels like Ive known you forever," he smiled warmly down at me, I looked up at him through my lashes trying to dazzle him as Bella had said Edward dazzled her once in twilight, although Im not that big a fan at all.

"I feel the same way Jerome" I smiled and then, he was leaning in towards me, his arms tightening around my waist. I leaned in to my smile brushing against his.

I breathed in his smile, it was like spice and toffee apples, cinnamon, a warm christmas like scent and his touch set me on fire like spectacular bonfire night fire works.

Patricia coughed, but nothing could stop us this time, his lips pressed against mine and mine against his.

I was ice he was fire and in one we consumed the other, our hearts beat at the same time, our breathing became ragged and his fingers were in my hair.

It didnt feel real, it was nothing like what you read about in books and yet it was every thing the same, it was a cliche but it was new, it had never been done before, and the final bit of my heart was his, he had all of me.

We eventually broke apart, resting our foreheads together as the others wolf whistled and cheered.

"Wow" Jerome whispered kissing the skin under my ear making me shiver.

"Yeah" I breathed and he chuckled fondly at me, his icy eyes warm and alight with a shining silver yellow gleam that flowed and bubbled like a Paris brook on a spring day surrounded by daffodils.

Patricia gaped at us as the clock struck twelve, and just like that I had completed my dare, I had told my Jerome how I felt and Patricia could not have been more fuming.