I've answered the collective cry for more Skye/Jeffrey fluff! ...Hurray! Beware, this is admittedly the one of the fluffiest things I've ever written (though I'm not a very fluffy person) so keep that in mind. Or maybe this is preferred. =D

Anyway, I decided to inject a bit of modern technology into the story by way of text messaging. Enjoy, and as always, thank for your lovely reviews.

Skye felt her brand spanking new cell phone vibrate against her leg. A flutter of anticipation jolted through her; she flailed momentarily as she extracted the phone from her jeans.

Glad Jane wasn't around to tease, she grinned.

How are you? –JT

Skye hastened to respond. You're not here. That answer your question? –SP

Do I detect affection? –JT

Shut up. –SP

:D School's well, and we're having an autumn recital…I was wondering if you'd attend? -JT

Skye did a double-take. Attend one of Jeffrey's concerts? Her heart began to race.

Are you serious? Of course I'll be there! That is, if Daddy will let me miss school. Rats. –SP

We'll work on him. I've been told from several reliable sources that I'm very persuasive. –JT

Skye tested madly in reply. Who uses "reliable" when txting? -SP

Me, apparently. Does that bother you? -JT

No, doofus. –SP

Don't call your future boyfriend/husband that. :-( -JT

Going a rather brilliant shade of scarlet, Skye took a moment to gather herself. Jeffrey had never pushed the boundaries like this. He was being…bold.

Skye? –JT

I'm here. –SP

Everything alright? Has Jane broken her nose again? Are Batty's limbs intact? Talk to me! -JT

Everything's fine. Doofus. =D –SP

Only you could insult me, yet make me feel better about myself…let's see, what can I call you? -JT

Don't even think about it. –SP

Too late. Egghead. –JT

I'm not the one going to the fancy-schmancy private school for prodigies. –SP

I see I've met my match. –JT

Ha. –SP

Skye smirked, every part of her being infatuated with feelings. Feelings. Caring, protectiveness, concern, affection…and something else that wasn't listed in Oxford English Dictionary.

Her phone gave an impatient shake. I might as well come out and say it—I miss you. –JT

And I you. –SP

So much I can barely breathe, thought Skye. She sighed, but it was too much like a groan.

No hugs? -JT

Alright. O -SP

One hug?! -JT

Oooooooooooooo –SP

There we go. :D -JT

I wish I could promise to be at your recital, but it's not set in stone… -SP

I completely understand! Don't worry about it. I'll be stuck here until the end of year, anyway. –JT

Wish you were closer. –SP

Wish I was sitting next to you. –JT

Skye nearly rolled her eyes. He was so stupidly sweet at times. Great minds think alike, you know. –SP

Want to know what I'm thinking right now? -JT

Tell me. –SP

:* -JT

Jeffrey Tifton! -SP

Skye put her phone down, honestly feeling as though she'd just read the world's most magnificent romance novel. I'm becoming so sentimental, she thought wryly. I feel like I've swallowed a butterfly.

...I know. xD

-Spark Writer-