A/N : I don't know if anyone is still reading this but here are the last two chapters.

(Disclaimer : see chapter 1)

Chapter 8 - The Letters

"Jenny!" her brother called to her. She reluctantly pulled herself out of bed and groaned at the memories of the night before. She had come so close to getting somewhere with Ray but it had all been ruined when he fell for the charms of Alicia de Grecario. What was it with that girl and her effects on any guy with a pulse?

"Jenny!" Tim called again.

"I'm coming!" she yelled back, pulling on her dressing gown and tumbling out of her room. "What's all the yelling for?" she was curious to know. The crying from the night before had made her feel drained the morning after and she attributed her throbbing head to the half bottle of gin that she hoped her parents wouldn't miss from the drinks cabinet - well, she needed to drown her sorrows some how.

"Letter for you" Tim told her, thrusting an envelope in her hand and then disappearing into the kitchen. Jenny took the letter back upstairs and started to wonder why the envelope had only her name on it and not her address. 'No stamp either' she thought as she re-entered her bedroom, 'Weird'.

She flopped down on her bed, face down, and opened the envelope carefully. Inside was a short note in handwriting she didn't recognise.

'Jenny,

I am very sorry for what happened last night. We were having such a good time and it was spoilt by my dreadful mistake. I want to make a real apology in person so please meet me in Jefferson Park, by the fountain, at three o'clock.

Yours hopefully

Ray'

Jenny's eyes grew wide as she read the words. This note had been, quite clearly, hand delivered to her house. Ray Neeley had been near her house? She was surprised he even knew where she lived. He wanted to meet her? She wasn't sure what to do. Part of her was still mad at him for what had happened with Alicia at the party, but it was a well known fact that Alicia was constantly miserable and because misery loves company she liked to create some for others. Also Miss de Grecario had done the same thing to Chase and Nicole, and their relationship had worked out, "and it's not like me and Ray were actually 'going out' yet" she said aloud. She checked the clock by her bed - almost 10 o'clock - she had just five hours to make her decision.

Ray crawled out of bed with possibly the worst hangover of his life. 'What time is it?' he wondered, 'Actually, scrap that, what day is it?' The calendar and clock on his bedside table helped him out, buy giving both the pieces of information he needed - 10 o'clock on Saturday.

"Coffee" he said quietly to himself, that was definitely what he needed.

He was about to hunt down some clothes when he realised he was still wearing the shirt and trousers he went out in the night before. That was when the events of the previous evening came flooding back, making Ray feel even worse than his over consumption of alcohol had.

"I'm an idiot" he groaned, pulling himself to his feet and making his way out of his bedroom and stumbling down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Morning, sunbeam" his mother smiled, "Ray Neeley, were you drinking last night" she added, her tone changing from 'happy mother' to 'serious rule enforcer'.

"No, Mom" he lied, "I just didn't sleep too well"

She looked at him dubiously, almost certain he was lying, but if his hangover was half as bad as it looked, Mrs Neeley decided that was punishment enough.

"You want some breakfast?" she asked, and he just nodded slowly as she moved to put some more bread in the toaster.

"By the way" she said turning back to face him, "this came for you" she smiled, passing him an envelope, "No address, so it must have come by hand"

Ray tore open the envelope, managing to tear the note in half as he did so.

"Oh, sh..." he started.

"What?!" his mother asked sternly.

"Shh...sugar" Ray finished, "I'll have one sugar in my tea, thanks Mom" he covered, she rolled her eyes and turned away again as he put the two pieces of paper on the table, pushing them back together, and forced himself to focus on the words written there.

'Ray,

Last night didn't go how I'd planned, but I know you are not entirely to blame for what happened. Please meet me later so we can talk. Jefferson Park at three o'clock, I'll be waiting by the fountain,

Yours always

Jenny'

He smiled as he read those words; 'yours always' he liked the sound of that.

"What is it Ray?" his Mom asked, noticing his grin, "Something interesting?"

"No, not really" he lied, stuffing the note in his pocket. Now he had less than five hours to plan what he was going to say to the girl he thought he might just love.

A/N : On to the last chapter...