I smiled and watched as Gary disappeared out the door. I sat on my bed for a little while thinking about the way he was going to propose. I stood up and started to look at the books on my desk when I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in." I said, softly, waiting for James or Sue to walk in. However, it was my mother who walked through the door. She was holding a tray with a teapot and two cups and a plate with a stack of turkey bacon on it.

"Are you okay? I realized after you left that I was really hard on you. I'm sorry, work has been stressful and Gary has been acting distant with me here lately." She spoke with a soft tone, it was almost scary how soft she was talking. "What did you and Gary talk about?"

"He gave me a care package for college." I replied, still looking down at my books. I turned around and placed my hands on my desk and leaned on it. "What's going on with work?"

She waved her hand in the air. "Too much to talk about now. Would you like some tea?" I walked over to her and picked up a cup. I poured a bit of milk in the bottom of the cup and she poured hot tea on top of it. I poured a teaspoon of honey into the cup and took a sip. Perfect. I grabbed two pieces of turkey bacon and sat down on the bed beside her.

"Tell me about Ross." she said, before taking a sip of her tea.

"Oh, Mom, he's perfect. He's got a gorgeous body, with amazing blonde hair. He's seventeen and has three brot-" I was interrupted by a sputter and my mothers voice.

"Seventeen?" she asked, putting her cup on my end table. "Don't you think seventeen is a little young? I mean, you're twenty years old. That's kind of gross."

I felt my jaw drop. The grip on my cup gave out and I heard it crash to the floor. "You're just like everyone else." I saw her stand up and open her mouth, but before she could say anything, I grabbed the box that Gary gave me and walked out of the door.

I threw the box into the backseat of my car and jumped in the driver's seat. "Wait, Hannah! Wait!" I heard, before I turned the key and the engine roared to life. I felt hot tears stream down my face as I drove myself home. I turned on the radio and cranked it as loud as I could.

Over the music, I started to think aloud, "Mom is supposed to love me more than Gary does. This doesn't make any sense, it's like they switched roles. How could she think that I was a pedophile for liking Ross. This is so unfair. Maybe I shouldn't have stormed out like that. Did I hurt her feelings?"

I got back to my apartment and pushed the door open. I didn't figure that Jay would be home. I walked through the small hallway and almost got to the living room area before I heard short moans. I suddenly felt like I shouldn't be here and tucked underneath the door frame and crawled like a crab into my bedroom, making sure to shut the door behind me. I pressed my ear to the door, like that wasn't sick, right, and tried to hear what was going on.

Apparently, they were finished because they were talking now. "So, how's Ross?" Jay asked.

"He's good, they are sending him home tomorrow. Tell your friend to call him, he really wants to hang out with her." Riker replied. Jay laughed, and promised that he'd do just that. I heard their lips smack a couple times and then I heard the front door open and close again. When I opened my bedroom door, Jay was standing in the hallway with a giant smile on his face. He was looking down at the ground and getting ready to turn into the living room again when I spoke, "Jayme." He looked up, startled.

"How long have you been here?" his cheeks instantly went red. Instead of just saying something, I screamed and jumped into his arms. "Jay! You did it! You did it!"

"Yeah, we did quite a few things, actually. He's a very nice guy." he smiled at me and knew immediately what I wanted to know. He held his thumb and index finger about seven and a half inches long and I squealed again.

"Gary gave me a check to buy a brand new car with and my mom called me a pedophile." I watched as Jay's mouth hit the floor.