Thanks so much for the reviews everyone! I luv ya all! This chapter sorta
almost didn't happen cause of a disk screw-up, but its…almost okay now!
This is a long one ;)
Juvenus- Thanks for being there as my North Star. Always constant. ;) That's actually a rip-off from The Patriot, but its beautiful in it's symbolism. lol, by the way, I read "Moonlit Beach" and it is amazing! You're an amazing writer! On the case of the Mary-Sue, I'm trying to make Jess be clumsy or something, but if you have any ideas to make her less- perfect without ruining her character, don't hesitate to e-mail me please!
Jaded Hailey- Thanks for reviewing and here's the "more" you wanted to see.
Selenity- Jessica? Evil? We'll see but I doubt it cause I already have a beginning and end involved in my head. It's just the filling in the middle I have to work on. lol, but thanks so much for reviewing and I hope you continue to!
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At dinner, Oliver walked into the Great Hall and glanced around. He was immediately approached by the Weasley twins.
"Oliver, you need to cancel the practise tonight!" George said.
"What? Why?" Oliver asked, somewhat aghast by the thought of missing a Quidditch practise!
"We have an examination in the morning, and we need to put in some study time with Angelina and Alicia." Fred answered.
"But..." Oliver began.
"Glad you understand, Oliver!" George said quickly and he and Fred walked out with equal amounts of speed. He watched them go, and shook his head, walking along beside the Gryffindor table looking for somewhere to sit. He eventually saw Jessica sitting with Alicia, Katie and Ron Weasley. He sat down and heard their very engaging conversation on the topic of wizards throughout history. They suddenly stopped and looked at Oliver. Jessica smiled to him and he returned it. Katie smirked lightly.
"Did Fred and George tell you about their sudden studying habits tonight?" Katie asked.
Oliver nodded grimly.
"Just for the record it was all my idea." Said Alicia.
"I'm sure it was," said Oliver.
"Yeah, we all know how much you just want to get alone with Fred." Katie laughed. Alicia blushed lightly and got up, leaving the table.
"She likes Fred?" asked Ron.
"Oh come on, like you didn't know," said Katie. Ron shrugged, having not known. Oliver glanced over at Jessica, who was playing with her food.
"You're rather quiet." He said. Jessica looked over at him with her deep green eyes and smiled lightly.
"Don't have much to say." She replied. He frowned lightly.
"Is anything wrong?" he asked as Katie and Ron went into a conversation about Quidditch. Jessica shook her head.
"No, just not feeling 100% I guess." she said and she forced another smile.
"Ill?" Oliver asked. She shook her head.
"Just adjusting to new atmosphere I guess." she said. He smiled lightly.
"You'll get used to this place eventually." He said. She returned the smile and laid her arm on the table, resting her head upon it sideways. Oliver was suddenly asked something about Quidditch by Katie, and he got involved in a serious conversation with her and Ron until the Great Hall was almost cleared. Alicia had gone with Fred upstairs to 'study' and Jessica hadn't moved and didn't do so until about an hour or so after Oliver had arrived.
As she stood, the three looked at her.
"Where're you going?" Katie asked.
"Bed, I guess. I might just wander." Jessica replied.
"Sleep well, then!" Ron said.
"I'll see you when I come up." Katie said.
"'Night." Oliver somewhat sadly. He didn't know why her leaving saddened him, as she hadn't said near anything all evening. She smiled and waved lightly, walking towards the doors rather quickly. Oliver looked over at the other two.
"So what's upsetting her anyway?" he asked them. They both shrugged.
"She's been like that almost all night." Said Ron.
"She's probably just tired," said Katie, "Don't worry yourself over it."
"I guess." Oliver replied, and looked over where Jessica had just been, and saw that she was now gone.
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Oliver, Ron and Katie had gone to bed about a half-hour after Jessica had. It was now 2am when Oliver awoke again. He had only been asleep for 4 hours, but he needed something to drink. He got up, pulling on some pants and a white undershirt and went out of the dormitories. He was going across to the bathroom when he saw a light coming from the Common Room. He tilted his head slightly and slowly made his way to the top of the stairway that led down to it. He saw someone sitting there in the dark. The only light came from the moonlight outside, the dying embers in the fireplace, and a candle sitting beside the person on a table. He frowned and slowly walked down the stairs, as silent as if he weren't there at all. He saw that it was a girl sitting there reading, and immediately knew who it was as he approached.
"Couldn't sleep?" Oliver asked. Jessica shrieked lightly and jumped off the couch, tripping over her own two feet and falling. Oliver smirked and put out a hand to help her up.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He said. She smiled embarassedly and took his hand, and was pulled to her feet. They kept their hands together for a bit as they talked, barely noticing it.
"What are you doing up?" she asked.
"Just wanted something to drink." He said, "What about you?"
"Couldn't sleep." She replied. Oliver nodded, understanding and then looked down at their hands, which were still entwined. He immediately let go.
"Sorry," he said. She frowned.
"For what?" she asked. Oliver was about to explain but then shook his head.
"Nothing." He said. She shrugged.
"Did I wake you?" she asked. Oliver shook his head.
"I don't think so. I'm just thirsty." He said. She smiled and nodded.
"Are you just going to sit here in the dark by yourself?" Oliver asked. Jessica shrugged.
"I suppose. There isn't much else to do around here." She replied.
Oliver nodded, and had a thought.
"It's warm out, will you come outside with me for a moment?" he asked. Jessica frowned.
"Why?" she asked.
"Just, please?" he pleaded. She looked into those eyes and saw his trusting look and nodded.
"Alright." She replied. Oliver smiled triumphantly and picked up the candle from the table, and took her hand with his free one, leading her towards the door. They went down the stairs exceedingly quietly, all the way to the main floor. They saw Peeves and quickly slipped out the door.
"Where are we going?" Jessica asked.
"Look around." Said Oliver. Jessica looked around and saw nothing but darkness.
"Give me a sec." Oliver said. He blew out the candle, and the moonlight showed better now. They were standing on a Quidditch pitch. She looked around and smiled, but then looked back to him.
"What are we doing here?" she asked.
"Well, you can't sleep," said Oliver, "And I didn't get any practise for the evening, so I figured this would help both of us. Oliver looked Jessica up and down to make sure what she was wearing would work for riding a broomstick. She was wearing a pair of loose light blue pants and a white tight tank top, accenting her thin body. Oliver was wearing a pair of loose black sweatpants and a grey T-shirt.
Jessica smiled at the gesture.
"Sorry, but I don't have a broom with me." She said.
"We have old ones in the changerooms." Oliver said with a grin, "When one of us gets a new broom, we put the old ones in there." Jessica smiled.
"Alright." She said, not about to try and find any more gaps. Oliver walked off towards the changerooms and went inside, collecting two brooms and a box of practise balls, containing the Quaffle, Bludgers and the Golden Snitch.
When he came out again, he saw Jessica gazing around the pitch like she had never seen one before.
"What is it?" he asked as he came over.
"I never thought a Quidditch pitch could look beautiful." She said, "But in this light, it just cuts it."
He grinned a bit.
"I guess." he said, and handed her a broom.
"A Cleansweep 5?" she said, almost laughing, "Do they actually still make these? I'll be surprised if these things even fly."
"Well, don't go around with that sort of attitude about them at the table." Oliver said, smirking.
"Why not?" she asked, frowning a bit.
"Those are the brooms Fred and George Weasley have." Oliver said.
"Oh." Jessica said, smiling, "Oops."
Oliver knelt down and took a key from his pocket. Jessica watched as he opened the box, taking the Quaffle from it's place. He tossed it into the air and Jessica caught it.
"You want to be Keeper?" he asked.
"This is your practise time," she said, "You play Keeper."
He nodded, actually hoping that was how she'd decide on it. With that, he got on his broom and kicked off the ground, flying away from the ground. He flew over to the goal posts and positioned himself in front of them, looking down as Jessica kicked off. She flew up to center field and looked at him.
"Ready?" she asked. Oliver nodded. With that, she flew towards him extremely quickly and threw the ball at the far-left hoop. Oliver leaned to his right and hit the ball with his Keeper's broom. Jessica dove for it and caught the ball.
"Good job." She said. Oliver smiled proudly as she went back to center field and sped straight at him again, she suddenly turned and threw the Quaffle at the center hoop. Oliver reached the broom out and hit it back at her, and was surprised when she kicked it hard at the right hoop. It went through and fell to the ground.
"Damn." Oliver said to himself.
"Don't worry about it," she said, smiling, "Its harder cause its just you and me. If this were a real Quidditch game, you'd have people passing the Quaffle everywhere."
Oliver felt slightly better, knowing this was true, but either way he thought he should have got it.
"Maybe we should stop. Without all the players its barely practise at all." Jessica said. Oliver nodded and flew towards the ground. Jessica flew between the poles and got the Quaffle, which Oliver had forgotten about with his loss. She dismounted her broom and walked to the out-of- bounds area and placed the Quaffle back in the box. She closed it and locked it. She looked over and saw Oliver sitting in the bleachers. She sighed and got up, placing her broom beside the box of Quidditch balls, walking over to him. She sat beside him as he stared at the pitch dazedly.
"What's bothering you?" she asked. He said nothing.
"Was it that goal?" she asked. He nodded lightly.
"This year is one of the most important for winning the Quidditch Cup to me." He said, "McGonagall has been putting a lot of pressure on me recently. And if I couldn't block that goal, no offence or anything," he said, looking over at Jessica, who was looking at him, frowning lightly, "That was a wonderful goal, but if Slytherin pulls that one, I'm out of luck."
"I told you, it would have been easier if there were all the players." Jessica replied.
"That's not the point," said Oliver, looking a bit aggravated with himself, "I still missed it. That's what matters."
"Oliver, its just Quidditch." She said.
"Just Quidditch?!" Oliver exclaimed, "Quidditch is almost my entire life right now."
"What about your friends, and graduating?" she asked.
"They're tossed in there too." He said, looking back at the pitch.
"Sounds like you've got too much going on to me." Jessica said.
"I guess." Oliver said, sighing. Jessica took his hand and held it in the space that was created by how they were spaced on the bleacher.
"Just take everything in small doses, Oliver, and you'll be okay." She said, smiling encouragingly. He looked at her and returned the smile.
Suddenly, he didn't know what brought him to do it, but he leaned in and kissed her. To his surprise, she returned it, bringing her hand further up his arm to rest on his shoulder. He brought his hand around to her cheek and they held the kiss for a while.
There was a sudden snap, and Oliver opened his eyes and removed his hand from her cheek, at the same time pulling out of the kiss. He saw her open her eyes aswell and they both looked around the pitch, all the lights now on.
"Wood!" yelled the voice of Professor McGonagall.
Oliver and Jessica both stood quickly as they saw none other than the old witch herself rushing across the opposite side of the Pitch towards them.
"What are you doing out here?!" she yelled, and then looked at Jessica, "Both of you…together?"
"We were just…um…" Oliver couldn't think with all of the events that had happened in the last 10 minutes.
"We were practising, Professor." Said Jessica suddenly.
"Practising!?" McGonagall exclaimed, "At 2:30 in the morning?!"
"Yes." Said Oliver.
"Then why would you bring Ms. Hargrove and not one of the actual team?" McGonagall asked, raising an eyebrow.
"She was the only one awake at the time and she said she had been on the Quidditch team at her old school, so I was going to see if she was better than the others." Oliver said quickly.
"Oh?" said McGonagall, "And is she?"
Oliver didn't know what to say. He didn't want to say yes and have McGonagall place Jessica on the team, because he wasn't sure if that's what she wanted. But he didn't want to say no, and possibly hurt Jessica.
"I'm not sure yet," he said, "We were practising, but…we needed to take a break because…I hurt my arm."
"Well," said McGonagall, "Suck it up! We're going to need that arm healed by the time of the Quidditch Cup if we're going to have any chance at winning this year."
"Yes, Professor, I'm sure it will." Oliver said.
"Alright then," McGonagall said, "Oliver, clean up everything you took out and then go back to sleep! Jessica, please come with me."
Oliver glanced at Jessica, who gulped and walked down the steps from the bleachers to follow McGonagall who was already heading back towards the castle. She turned once to look at Oliver, who was watching her go.
Did he really just kiss her? Or was it a dream?
He watched as she was led all the way across to the castle and eventually disappeared by going inside.
When he was done cleaning up the brooms and the box of Quidditch balls, he headed back and went to the Common Room, where he waited for Jessica to return, but eventually fell asleep, wondering what that kiss really meant…
Juvenus- Thanks for being there as my North Star. Always constant. ;) That's actually a rip-off from The Patriot, but its beautiful in it's symbolism. lol, by the way, I read "Moonlit Beach" and it is amazing! You're an amazing writer! On the case of the Mary-Sue, I'm trying to make Jess be clumsy or something, but if you have any ideas to make her less- perfect without ruining her character, don't hesitate to e-mail me please!
Jaded Hailey- Thanks for reviewing and here's the "more" you wanted to see.
Selenity- Jessica? Evil? We'll see but I doubt it cause I already have a beginning and end involved in my head. It's just the filling in the middle I have to work on. lol, but thanks so much for reviewing and I hope you continue to!
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At dinner, Oliver walked into the Great Hall and glanced around. He was immediately approached by the Weasley twins.
"Oliver, you need to cancel the practise tonight!" George said.
"What? Why?" Oliver asked, somewhat aghast by the thought of missing a Quidditch practise!
"We have an examination in the morning, and we need to put in some study time with Angelina and Alicia." Fred answered.
"But..." Oliver began.
"Glad you understand, Oliver!" George said quickly and he and Fred walked out with equal amounts of speed. He watched them go, and shook his head, walking along beside the Gryffindor table looking for somewhere to sit. He eventually saw Jessica sitting with Alicia, Katie and Ron Weasley. He sat down and heard their very engaging conversation on the topic of wizards throughout history. They suddenly stopped and looked at Oliver. Jessica smiled to him and he returned it. Katie smirked lightly.
"Did Fred and George tell you about their sudden studying habits tonight?" Katie asked.
Oliver nodded grimly.
"Just for the record it was all my idea." Said Alicia.
"I'm sure it was," said Oliver.
"Yeah, we all know how much you just want to get alone with Fred." Katie laughed. Alicia blushed lightly and got up, leaving the table.
"She likes Fred?" asked Ron.
"Oh come on, like you didn't know," said Katie. Ron shrugged, having not known. Oliver glanced over at Jessica, who was playing with her food.
"You're rather quiet." He said. Jessica looked over at him with her deep green eyes and smiled lightly.
"Don't have much to say." She replied. He frowned lightly.
"Is anything wrong?" he asked as Katie and Ron went into a conversation about Quidditch. Jessica shook her head.
"No, just not feeling 100% I guess." she said and she forced another smile.
"Ill?" Oliver asked. She shook her head.
"Just adjusting to new atmosphere I guess." she said. He smiled lightly.
"You'll get used to this place eventually." He said. She returned the smile and laid her arm on the table, resting her head upon it sideways. Oliver was suddenly asked something about Quidditch by Katie, and he got involved in a serious conversation with her and Ron until the Great Hall was almost cleared. Alicia had gone with Fred upstairs to 'study' and Jessica hadn't moved and didn't do so until about an hour or so after Oliver had arrived.
As she stood, the three looked at her.
"Where're you going?" Katie asked.
"Bed, I guess. I might just wander." Jessica replied.
"Sleep well, then!" Ron said.
"I'll see you when I come up." Katie said.
"'Night." Oliver somewhat sadly. He didn't know why her leaving saddened him, as she hadn't said near anything all evening. She smiled and waved lightly, walking towards the doors rather quickly. Oliver looked over at the other two.
"So what's upsetting her anyway?" he asked them. They both shrugged.
"She's been like that almost all night." Said Ron.
"She's probably just tired," said Katie, "Don't worry yourself over it."
"I guess." Oliver replied, and looked over where Jessica had just been, and saw that she was now gone.
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Oliver, Ron and Katie had gone to bed about a half-hour after Jessica had. It was now 2am when Oliver awoke again. He had only been asleep for 4 hours, but he needed something to drink. He got up, pulling on some pants and a white undershirt and went out of the dormitories. He was going across to the bathroom when he saw a light coming from the Common Room. He tilted his head slightly and slowly made his way to the top of the stairway that led down to it. He saw someone sitting there in the dark. The only light came from the moonlight outside, the dying embers in the fireplace, and a candle sitting beside the person on a table. He frowned and slowly walked down the stairs, as silent as if he weren't there at all. He saw that it was a girl sitting there reading, and immediately knew who it was as he approached.
"Couldn't sleep?" Oliver asked. Jessica shrieked lightly and jumped off the couch, tripping over her own two feet and falling. Oliver smirked and put out a hand to help her up.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He said. She smiled embarassedly and took his hand, and was pulled to her feet. They kept their hands together for a bit as they talked, barely noticing it.
"What are you doing up?" she asked.
"Just wanted something to drink." He said, "What about you?"
"Couldn't sleep." She replied. Oliver nodded, understanding and then looked down at their hands, which were still entwined. He immediately let go.
"Sorry," he said. She frowned.
"For what?" she asked. Oliver was about to explain but then shook his head.
"Nothing." He said. She shrugged.
"Did I wake you?" she asked. Oliver shook his head.
"I don't think so. I'm just thirsty." He said. She smiled and nodded.
"Are you just going to sit here in the dark by yourself?" Oliver asked. Jessica shrugged.
"I suppose. There isn't much else to do around here." She replied.
Oliver nodded, and had a thought.
"It's warm out, will you come outside with me for a moment?" he asked. Jessica frowned.
"Why?" she asked.
"Just, please?" he pleaded. She looked into those eyes and saw his trusting look and nodded.
"Alright." She replied. Oliver smiled triumphantly and picked up the candle from the table, and took her hand with his free one, leading her towards the door. They went down the stairs exceedingly quietly, all the way to the main floor. They saw Peeves and quickly slipped out the door.
"Where are we going?" Jessica asked.
"Look around." Said Oliver. Jessica looked around and saw nothing but darkness.
"Give me a sec." Oliver said. He blew out the candle, and the moonlight showed better now. They were standing on a Quidditch pitch. She looked around and smiled, but then looked back to him.
"What are we doing here?" she asked.
"Well, you can't sleep," said Oliver, "And I didn't get any practise for the evening, so I figured this would help both of us. Oliver looked Jessica up and down to make sure what she was wearing would work for riding a broomstick. She was wearing a pair of loose light blue pants and a white tight tank top, accenting her thin body. Oliver was wearing a pair of loose black sweatpants and a grey T-shirt.
Jessica smiled at the gesture.
"Sorry, but I don't have a broom with me." She said.
"We have old ones in the changerooms." Oliver said with a grin, "When one of us gets a new broom, we put the old ones in there." Jessica smiled.
"Alright." She said, not about to try and find any more gaps. Oliver walked off towards the changerooms and went inside, collecting two brooms and a box of practise balls, containing the Quaffle, Bludgers and the Golden Snitch.
When he came out again, he saw Jessica gazing around the pitch like she had never seen one before.
"What is it?" he asked as he came over.
"I never thought a Quidditch pitch could look beautiful." She said, "But in this light, it just cuts it."
He grinned a bit.
"I guess." he said, and handed her a broom.
"A Cleansweep 5?" she said, almost laughing, "Do they actually still make these? I'll be surprised if these things even fly."
"Well, don't go around with that sort of attitude about them at the table." Oliver said, smirking.
"Why not?" she asked, frowning a bit.
"Those are the brooms Fred and George Weasley have." Oliver said.
"Oh." Jessica said, smiling, "Oops."
Oliver knelt down and took a key from his pocket. Jessica watched as he opened the box, taking the Quaffle from it's place. He tossed it into the air and Jessica caught it.
"You want to be Keeper?" he asked.
"This is your practise time," she said, "You play Keeper."
He nodded, actually hoping that was how she'd decide on it. With that, he got on his broom and kicked off the ground, flying away from the ground. He flew over to the goal posts and positioned himself in front of them, looking down as Jessica kicked off. She flew up to center field and looked at him.
"Ready?" she asked. Oliver nodded. With that, she flew towards him extremely quickly and threw the ball at the far-left hoop. Oliver leaned to his right and hit the ball with his Keeper's broom. Jessica dove for it and caught the ball.
"Good job." She said. Oliver smiled proudly as she went back to center field and sped straight at him again, she suddenly turned and threw the Quaffle at the center hoop. Oliver reached the broom out and hit it back at her, and was surprised when she kicked it hard at the right hoop. It went through and fell to the ground.
"Damn." Oliver said to himself.
"Don't worry about it," she said, smiling, "Its harder cause its just you and me. If this were a real Quidditch game, you'd have people passing the Quaffle everywhere."
Oliver felt slightly better, knowing this was true, but either way he thought he should have got it.
"Maybe we should stop. Without all the players its barely practise at all." Jessica said. Oliver nodded and flew towards the ground. Jessica flew between the poles and got the Quaffle, which Oliver had forgotten about with his loss. She dismounted her broom and walked to the out-of- bounds area and placed the Quaffle back in the box. She closed it and locked it. She looked over and saw Oliver sitting in the bleachers. She sighed and got up, placing her broom beside the box of Quidditch balls, walking over to him. She sat beside him as he stared at the pitch dazedly.
"What's bothering you?" she asked. He said nothing.
"Was it that goal?" she asked. He nodded lightly.
"This year is one of the most important for winning the Quidditch Cup to me." He said, "McGonagall has been putting a lot of pressure on me recently. And if I couldn't block that goal, no offence or anything," he said, looking over at Jessica, who was looking at him, frowning lightly, "That was a wonderful goal, but if Slytherin pulls that one, I'm out of luck."
"I told you, it would have been easier if there were all the players." Jessica replied.
"That's not the point," said Oliver, looking a bit aggravated with himself, "I still missed it. That's what matters."
"Oliver, its just Quidditch." She said.
"Just Quidditch?!" Oliver exclaimed, "Quidditch is almost my entire life right now."
"What about your friends, and graduating?" she asked.
"They're tossed in there too." He said, looking back at the pitch.
"Sounds like you've got too much going on to me." Jessica said.
"I guess." Oliver said, sighing. Jessica took his hand and held it in the space that was created by how they were spaced on the bleacher.
"Just take everything in small doses, Oliver, and you'll be okay." She said, smiling encouragingly. He looked at her and returned the smile.
Suddenly, he didn't know what brought him to do it, but he leaned in and kissed her. To his surprise, she returned it, bringing her hand further up his arm to rest on his shoulder. He brought his hand around to her cheek and they held the kiss for a while.
There was a sudden snap, and Oliver opened his eyes and removed his hand from her cheek, at the same time pulling out of the kiss. He saw her open her eyes aswell and they both looked around the pitch, all the lights now on.
"Wood!" yelled the voice of Professor McGonagall.
Oliver and Jessica both stood quickly as they saw none other than the old witch herself rushing across the opposite side of the Pitch towards them.
"What are you doing out here?!" she yelled, and then looked at Jessica, "Both of you…together?"
"We were just…um…" Oliver couldn't think with all of the events that had happened in the last 10 minutes.
"We were practising, Professor." Said Jessica suddenly.
"Practising!?" McGonagall exclaimed, "At 2:30 in the morning?!"
"Yes." Said Oliver.
"Then why would you bring Ms. Hargrove and not one of the actual team?" McGonagall asked, raising an eyebrow.
"She was the only one awake at the time and she said she had been on the Quidditch team at her old school, so I was going to see if she was better than the others." Oliver said quickly.
"Oh?" said McGonagall, "And is she?"
Oliver didn't know what to say. He didn't want to say yes and have McGonagall place Jessica on the team, because he wasn't sure if that's what she wanted. But he didn't want to say no, and possibly hurt Jessica.
"I'm not sure yet," he said, "We were practising, but…we needed to take a break because…I hurt my arm."
"Well," said McGonagall, "Suck it up! We're going to need that arm healed by the time of the Quidditch Cup if we're going to have any chance at winning this year."
"Yes, Professor, I'm sure it will." Oliver said.
"Alright then," McGonagall said, "Oliver, clean up everything you took out and then go back to sleep! Jessica, please come with me."
Oliver glanced at Jessica, who gulped and walked down the steps from the bleachers to follow McGonagall who was already heading back towards the castle. She turned once to look at Oliver, who was watching her go.
Did he really just kiss her? Or was it a dream?
He watched as she was led all the way across to the castle and eventually disappeared by going inside.
When he was done cleaning up the brooms and the box of Quidditch balls, he headed back and went to the Common Room, where he waited for Jessica to return, but eventually fell asleep, wondering what that kiss really meant…