?? And Jemima
By: Me


A*N:/ Ok, this is part II. I threw in the little Romeo and Juliet scene in there...don't ask why I just thought it would be cute. Ok bye I'll see you at the end of the story! Meow! ^_^ PS...I think you found out who "??" is by now...

Misto walked up to Jemima. "Hi," he said.

Jem smiled at him. "Heya!" she said cheerfully.

"How are you?" asked Misto.

"Um, I'm okay, I guess,"

Misto looked over at Alonzo who was sitting "minding his own business" over by the tire. He gave Misto thumbs up.

"You guess you're okay? That's not too good. Is something the matter?" asked Misto.

"Well actually, yes! But it's kind of a stupid reason to sulk about. Forget it," she said.

"Okay, well, I was wondering, um, I couldn't help but notice that tonight's not going to be the best Friday night of your life huh?" asked Misto.

"Yeah, you're right. Oh I just wish my father will just get off my back!"

"Yeah..."

"Oh Misto, you're so lucky!" said Jemima, right out of the blue.

"Lucky? How am I lucky?"

"Well, for one thing you don't have anybody telling you what to do all the time! You get to do whatever you want!"

"Well, to tell you the truth, um, it's really not that great," said Misto.

"Really? How come?"

"Because well, it gets kind of lonely after a while. I mean not all the time, but sometimes at night it does," said Misto. It was the truth.

"Oh," said Jem. She never thought of that.

So all day the two, who never really talked...talked as if they've been the best of friends for years. They just hung around, doing nothing. But they enjoyed each other's company.

It wasn't until late that afternoon when Munkustrap sauntered into the Yard with Tumblebrutus. Tumble was all out-of-whack today, because Misto usually hung around with him. But now he's with this girl...disgusting. Tumble thought that he and Misto were still too young to start thinking about love. Munku caught sight of his daughter and Misto and frowned.

"Tumble, how long have they been talking?" he asked.

"Hm? Oh I don't know sir," he said. "I have to leave now. Goodnight sir." Tumble left. Munk smiled. "Such a polite lad," he thought.

Munku called from the other side of the yard to Jem. "Jem!" he called, "Time to come home!"

On the other side of the Yard, Jem smiled at Misto. "I guess I'll be seeing you later," she said.

"Yeah," said Misto. "It's been real nice talking to you."

"Bye!" she said. She walked off with her father.

^..^

Later that night, Misto tried to stargaze on his back porch, but he just couldn't concentrate. Somehow, strange as it may seem, the face of Jemima kept popping up in his head. Then it hit him.

He had a crush on Jemima. The only daughter of the leader Munkustrap.

How could he be so stupid?

Him? Love her? Impossible. "That'll be the day," he thought. "Little ole' me? And her? Munkustrap would never hear of it." Then again, he DID practically save the tribe at last year's Jellicle Ball...

Misto shook the idea out of his mind. "It'll never work," he thought, "she's too good for me. She deserves better." But what if she loved him back? She did seem to enjoy his company today.

He never knew what made him do it...but he walked out of his house to Jemima's backyard, where the unexpected romance began.

^.. ^

Jem walked out onto the balcony of her room and looked at the stars. She had always loved the stars, and often wondered about their mystery and magic.

Misto crawled through the bushes under the balcony, completely hidden. He saw Jemima standing there.

(Okay ppul, here's my attempt at Shakespeare. Don't ask y I put this in here...but I just did)

"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east! And Jemima is the Sun! Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon! Who is already sick and pale with grief. That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her fur is but black as night, and none but fools do wear it. It is my lady! Oh it is my love! Oh that she knew she were."

Jemima sighed. "Aye me," she said.

"She speaks! Oh speak again bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as a winged messenger of Heaviside. Unto those white upturned wondering eyes, of mortals who fall back to gaze on him. When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, and sails upon the air."

"Oh Misto, Misto, wherefore art thou Misto? Deny my father and refuse your name, or if thou wilt not shall be but sworn by my love, and I'll no longer be a Jellicle," she said.

"Shall I hear more, or speak at this?" Misto asked himself.

"'Tis but thy power that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not magical. What's magic? It is nor hand nor foot, nor arm nor face nor any other part belonging to a cat. O be some other name. What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet. So Misto would, where he not Misto called, retain the dear perfection which he owes without that title. Misto, doff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee, take all myself."

Misto spoke to her now. "I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I will never be Mistoffelees!"

Jemima looked startled. "What Tom art thou that thus bescreened in night so stumblest on my counsel?"

(Okay, no more Shakespeare. I had fun! Yee!)

"Jemima! It's me! Misto!"

"Misto! What are you doing here? If my father sees you he'll -,"

"I don't care Jemima!" he said, climbing the walls of the balcony to he could speak to her eye level. "I'm sure you've probably figured this out by now, but I'm madly in love with you! I don't know why I just -,"

"Shh!" She said. "Misto, I love you too!"

"Really?"

"Yes," she said, "A whole lot!"

"Oh Jem," he said. They leaned in and kissed lightly. When they broke apart, they looked into each other's eyes, and kissed again, a little more intensely.

"JEMIMA!" said a voice inside. The broke apart. Jem gasped.

"Oh no! My father's coming!" she turned back to Misto. "Go," she said, "I'll see you tomorrow," they nuzzled each other quickly, then Misto said,

"Goodnight, my love."

"Goodnight!" Misto disappeared in midair.

Jem was sad to see him leave. But time was on their side, because two seconds later, Munkustrap walked onto the balcony.

"You still up, sweetie?"

"Yes father."

"What were you doing?"

"Just stargazing." Nothing would have trilled her more then to say, "nothing attacked me while I was up here," because she was attacked. By love.

"Hm. Your mother used to do that all the time. Goodnight Princess." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then walked away. Jem sighed. She thought about what had just happened and smiled. Maybe her teenage years weren't going to be so bad after all.

***Ok I'm done! Hope u liked it! Remember r/r for chapters! There will be a little storyline with this...it'll unfold in chapter 3. Its gonna be a cute story.