Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with "The Famous Jett Jackson."

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[The next day, Friday morning…]

The snow on the steps crunched as he stepped off the porch. When the door slammed shut behind him with a bang, he glanced back at the house cautiously. Jett knew his Nana would ask him to clear out the walkway. So the faster he got out the better. There were other things on his mind anyway.

All of the front yards of his neighbors sparkled as he walked by. He kept his head down though, too worried to notice or even rejoice on this rare snow day. He carelessly hit the picket fences dividing the sidewalk and yards with his gloved fingers. The light knocking disturbed the crisp morning air. He stopped once the water seeped into his gloves.

Soon the store was a couple yards ahead. He knew JB's dad would still have it open that day and sure enough there was Mr. Halliburton shoveling the snow out of the driveway. He greeted him with a hearty "Hello there, Jett! Strange weather we're having, huh?" Jett responded dutifully with a polite smile and wave. As soon as he had entered the store though, not even the cheerful jingle of the bell on the door could stop his frown from returning.

"Mornin' Jett! Glad to have you back." JB stood at the register. "You know, if it wasn't for me you'd still be stuck at the library?"

Jett dragged himself over to the counter and sat on one of the stools, nodding. When his dad came to rescue him and Kayla the past night, he mentioned that JB had called the house asking for Jett. That's when the sheriff picked up Kayla's parents and together they rushed over to find the two kids still there.

JB continued. "Imagine that? And on a snow day, too!" He rattled on about what he had planned for the two of them today. Snow days were something to celebrate.

It was the thunk of Jett's head hitting the counter that brought JB out of his own conversation. "Jett…you okay?"

He lifted his face up long enough to say "no." And thunk.

"All right, buddy. Lay it on me." JB was curious to find the reason of this performance.

"Last night was a mistake."

JB nodded knowingly. "Well I can see why. Libraries and me don't get along either. I was out of there lickity split."

Jett sighed. "No…not that."

"Then what are you talking about?"

Jett was silent for a moment before he let on. "Me and Kay… last night…" It was hard to continue. "Man, I screwed up!"

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[flashback to the previous evening]

Jett woke up with a start.

He heard the rain pattering on the roof harder than he last remembered. If he were back near the library entrance, he'd hear the rain had turned to sleet as it clicked on the windows. But that wasn't what woke him up. Instead it was the distinct feeling of a weight upon him, someone laying on top of him. Dropping his chin to his chest, he saw Kayla's head resting on his belly. Her hair blocked her face and he spotted her hand resting lightly on his stomach, the towel she had used still between her fingers.

Oh man… His mouth opened silently. Flustered, he fidgeted underneath her then stopped, hoping he didn't awaken her. The idea of her waking up just wasn't what he wanted right then. He tried to stop his moving…

No luck. She stirred a little at his motions, her incoherent mumbling floating to Jett's ears. Still asleep, she tried to make herself comfortable again and in the process her hand inadvertently dropped lower down Jett's body. He stiffened. This was definitely the closest the two had ever been. Too close, it seemed, actually. And his awareness of a certain rising member downstairs did not make the situation any better.

He had to get out.

In his anxiety, he felt the vein on his forehead pumping faster. Though it did not flow directly from the vein, he saw a drop of blood fall onto his shirt. He winced. The sight of it made him queasy. Slipping the towel out of her loose grip, he wiped the trail on his face and without success tried to wipe the blood off his shirt. It only smeared darker. He realized then that someplace else on his shirt was wet.

Drool. Ha. Kayla West drools when she sleeps. The thought made him want to shake her awake and taunt her right then.

Automatically, he shook his head at the idea. He couldn't do that. Besides, it was kinda cute that she drooled. He shook his head again more vehemently this time. He was getting soft. So to speak.

No. The reason he couldn't wake her was because she'd find out how he got with her that close.

Carefully and at timed intervals, he moved out from underneath her sleeping body. She was breathing slowly as he finally got on his feet. He let out a sigh of relief and was about to head off to the bathroom to clean up. Feeling a tug of concern though, he took off his jacket and quietly gathered it into a ball. He raised her head tenderly and slid the jacket below it.

A minute later, he had tiptoed to the bathroom and was washing off the several drops of blood that dotted it. He smirked as he dipped the part with her spit under the running faucet. He planned for her to never hear the end of it. Once they got out of the library and with an audience of course, like JB and Riley.

"What are you laughing about? Last time I checked, things weren't so funny around here."

He jumped and managed to turn to face the door at the same time. Kayla stood before him, wearing both a teasing smile and his jacket, which looked way too big for her slight frame. The long sleeves hung limp by her sides and almost reached her knees. Suddenly he felt very self-conscious with his shirt in his hands and his torso bare. And his mind fought the argument of whether Kayla looked better with or without his jacket on.

At his speechlessness, she stepped forward. What, she couldn't joke with him now? "Sorry. I was just wondering where you were." She noticed he looked uneasy. Well, she wasn't going to show any mercy. Since when did either of them pass up the opportunity to torture the other?

Jett discovered he had to respond in some way, and chose to turn back to the sink. He rubbed the fabric and said loudly over the water, "I needed to clean off my shirt. The blood had dried and everythin. Hey, don't make going into boys' bathrooms a habit, all right?" He tried to change the subject, kidding nonchalantly. His gaze was purposely dropped but in the corner he saw Kayla getting closer.

"Oh no, it's still going. Here Jett." Looking up at her reflection, he saw her outstretched hand. Then before he could pull away, Kayla had touched it to his forehead and wiped the trickle of blood. She was used to doing that by now.

Sighing, Jett grabbed her hand. "Don't do that." He scrubbed off the blood, using his shirt unintentionally. "You'll get it all over your—'' Her giggle interrupted his scolding.

"Weren't you just cleaning that?"

He edges of his eyes crinkled and he smiled sheepishly. "Oops."

Their hands still together, Kayla smiled back and took another step closer. When had Jett gotten so tall? She remembered when they used to be eye-to-eye, and since then he'd shot up and become broader too. She brushed the thought aside and took the liberty to take in the rest of his face. And she wasn't shy about it this time, as she knew he was doing the same. She didn't enjoy the view for long though because he had touched his lips to hers.

They met lightly at first. She felt him bring her chin up higher, making her mouth join with his more. The kiss was sweet. Gentle.

As she felt Jett's lips part slightly, she realized where this was heading. But she didn't protest as he tentatively licked the inside of her bottom lip. Her knees seemed to buckle right then and she found herself losing her balance. He caught her, slipping his hands under the jacket and wrapping them protectively around her waist.

Lifting her arms, she brought her fingers to the back of his neck. His head lowered to meet with hers and their kiss deepened. Either she heard wrong or Jett actually let out a small moan as she began to knead her thumbs against the part behind his ears. She smiled. Jett used this moment to slowly lick the inside of her mouth.

Earlier she avoided looking at his exposed chest when she entered the bathroom, because she didn't want to ogle. Besides all those summers of swimming left little to the imagination. Kayla couldn't believe she wanted to, but now she was acting on a whim. She let her fingers feel what her eyes had missed. They slid down slowly from his neck and stopped at his shoulders. She allowed for a brief pause and let them fall further down his chest, her nails barely scratching his skin. His slight tremble and eager kiss told her it was fine. A smile formed on her lips, prompted by the idea she could make him feel that way. Leaning more, she felt Jett rest against the counter behind him. Her palms traveled up his chest again.

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JB stared at him, stunned. "Ok then…" he started slowly. "Kay got to second base with you. You are so easy, Jett." Even with his crack, JB was surprised at this piece of news.

"No JB. It got worse."

His friend raised a questioning eyebrow.

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One minute, Jett was pressing gently on her lower back to bring her closer. He wanted this so much and Kayla wasn't complaining. He soaked up her warm body heat and felt himself needing more. He wondered if she could tell. Hell, she was leaning up against him right where it mattered the most. He began losing control when her hips moved a little against his as she got closer, bringing him more pleasure than he expected.

The next minute, Jett was shoving her away. He let out a low grunt as he pressed his hands on top of the counter behind him. Confused, Kayla watched as his eyes rolled back a bit and he whispered a few unintelligible words.

"Jett? … What's wrong?" She was hurt that he just dismissed her like that. What had she done?

A moment passed and he came to his senses. He caught Kayla's puzzled look and his eyes widened at what he had done. They dropped shamefully to his pants and seeing the evidence, Jett muttered "Oh god…" and hurried into a stall.

When he stepped out holding his boxers, Kayla's expression turned from confusion to anger. "Woah. I don't know what you're thinking. But we've just barely started with kissing." Relieved, she noted that his pants were still on.

Bringing the underwear to the sink, Jett ran the water over it. "Umm…I think we got further than that. With me at least." He didn't know how to explain it.

"What are you talking about?" Frustrated, she impatiently waited for his response.

"Don't get mad, all right? I didn't mean to… push you away. It's just… you know… I got kinda… excited? Yeah, that's it." Averting her stare, he tried to hide the wet boxers from her view and hung it over a stall door to dry.

Kayla wasn't sure what to make of that. "Oh… okay." Her mind tried to process his words. 'Excited.' She remembered those annoying sex ed classes they went through, and gasped. "Ohmigod." Her hand immediately rose to cover her gaping mouth. But the deep blush that had crawled up her cheeks couldn't be hidden.

Jett stole a glance. She was embarrassed. Really embarrassed. And he thought he had it bad.

******

"Man… I can't believe you did that." JB stared at him in disbelief from across the counter. "Wow." That's all he could comprehend.

"I couldn't help it!" Jett insisted, but feeling defeated, he buried his head into his crossed arms on the countertop.

"Hey, I know. I'm a guy too. We have our—'' Jett looked up with a wary expression and JB decided to spare him the 'man talk.' "Anyway, it's just weird to me. Come on, it's Kay!"

"Yeah, I know it's Kay. She's our best friend Kay! Sweet, innocent, pure Kay! I've probably corrupted her mind by now. What have I done. I feel so guilty." His face retreated to the little hole in between his arms.

An awkward pause went by and Jett mumbled through his jacket, "You know what I gotta do, right?"

"What?"

"Stay away from her. We were moving too fast anyway." It wouldn't be hard. If he could contain himself all these years, he could do it again.

"You gotta be kidding, Jett. You guys have been on each other forever. And don't deny it! You might be an actor but I'm not blind." He pointed an accusing finger before Jett could object. "You finally make a move and now you're taking a ginormous step back."

"Well, what about her?"

"What about her?"

"How she must feel."

"How do you think she feels?"

Jett answered after pondering a second. His face fell sadly as he realized the answer. "Scared. I've scared her off."

"Are you sure of that? Did she tell you that?"

"No…" Jett thought back. "They found us right after. And we didn't get a chance to talk 'cause they brought us straight home."

"Then maybe she doesn't—''

"Oh no." He looked at JB with wild eyes, the realization hitting him suddenly. "My boxers!! I left them there! I totally forgot."

Jett leapt off the stool with lightning speed and ran for the door. He yelled something about breaking into the school and another thing about the press going crazy if they found out. JB didn't bother to really listen though.

As the door shut with a jingle, JB glanced down at the floor.

"So when are you going to tell him that everything's okay between you two?"

Kayla beamed up at him from her concealed spot behind the counter. Thoughtfully, she tapped her marker on the poster she'd been working on since early that morning. The three of them needed to be working on their project after all. "Once he comes back after freezing outside, waiting for someone to let him inside the school."

"And the underwear?"

"Eh. I'll make him obsess over it. Then tell him that it's safe at my place." Carelessly deciding her scheme, Kayla returned to drawing on the poster. She chuckled lightly. Then looked up again, waving her marker at him and threatened. "Remember JB, you promised—''

"Yeah yeah. Not a word. You are evil, you know that?" He rolled his eyes and went back to cleaning the counter, mumbling. "This finally happens and I still can't be happy for you two…"

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Author: Well, you got what you wanted and then some? ;o) Sorry, I wanted it to live up to its rating. Let me know if I should continue the story.