My alarm went off at 8:30 that morning.Although he wasn't coming until 10, I had a surprise --well, several, actually-- for Jake, and I wanted plenty of time to prepare.

So I showered, made sure I looked nice, and started making breakfast. By then it was about 9:15.

I could actually cook pretty well. I made pancakes, eggs, hash browns, french toast, regular toast, and put out some cereal too.

Then I went back into my bedroom and checked the top drawer of my nightstand. Good. It was still there.

I checked the clock. 9:45. I still had 15 minutes. I decided that the house wasn't as neat as it could be. I put on some music and started tidying some things up. Just a couch cushion that wasn't straight here, or something little like that. Then I decided that everything was too nice. The house didn't look lived in.

So I made the couch cushion crooked again, and put the newspaper on the table, and set the table for breakfast.

Then I thought 'Wait. What if he already ate?' So I took a quick bite to eat, just enough in case he already had something.

Can you tell I was nervous?

'Relax, Cassie. It's just Jake. You've known him forever. Okay, so you like him, and you haven't seen him for nearly two years, but he's still Jake!'

I was interrupted from my thoughts by the doorbell. I turned the music off and answered.

"Hi Jake!" I said.

He smiled one of those rare smiles, the one that always looks so out of place on him. But he still looked good. **sigh**

"Hi Cassie," he said, a little nervous, a little uneasy, a little awkward.

It turned out he hadn't eaten yet, so I microwaved everything and we sat down to eat. We made small talk over breakfast, mostly him asking about how I was doing, what was going on. A little uneasily, he asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?" I noted that he seemed very uneasy, almost afraid of the answer, when he asked.

The relief was visible on his face when I said no. I didn't know if he meant to make it visible or not, but it sure made me a lot...more at ease to know, or at least be able to guess, that he still liked me-liked me, maybe even loved me as much as I loved him.

He grinned all the way through breakfast. (when his mouth wasn't full, that is!) He complimented me on my cooking (sincerely), but then again he had been eating freeze-dried space bars or whatever for the last year and a half.

After breakfast, we went into the living room and talked some more. When he was done asking me questions, he did something I certainly wasn't prepared for.

We were sitting next to each other, and he leaned in and kissed me, right on the lips. After that, I said,

"What did I do to deserve that?" I asked playfully yet full of curiousity.

"I missed you." He said simply."I love you and I missed you a whole lot. Plain and simple."

"I missed you too. I love you too." I said. I was feeling a lot of deja vu here. It was our conversation at 2 am. I miss you, I love you, etc. Not that I didn't like it, but it got awfully old.

"What did you do out there, anyway? What made it take so long? What made you miss me so much?" I asked curiously.

"Well, we.................................................(insert the half of book 54 where they leave for Kelbrid space and are about to ram the Blade Ship).....................................................................so then I said to ram the Blade Ship because we were faster, and then..."

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A/N: I know that was mean of me to leave a cliffhanger. Cassie and I are both doing the deja vu thing. This is just like WLJ/CR where I apologized for the cliffhanger. I do so well with cliffhanger romances involving flashbacks. Oh well, R&R please. Do ya like it? Do ya love it? Do ya want some more of it? Did I listen to too much country music when I was younger?("I like it, I love it , I want some more of it" is part of a Garth Brooks song)
One last word--wait no 2--
LIFEHOUSE ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ANIMORPHS ROCKS!!!!