"Jack. I don't know." Annie Thelen hung her head. Jack Phillips gently raised her head with his first finger under her chin. He gave a small smile. "I would love to have you come with me. Plus, it's only a small date. Even if it doesn't work out, we can still be friends. "I just never really thought." her voice trailed off. Remembering being stuck in detention with Jack (A/N: Episode Detention? You know, with the watches.) made her feel more confident. "Sure, I guess." Her blonde hair shook as she smiled at Jack. He took her hand and squeezed it. "Thanks Annie, I promise you won't regret it." He gave a deep sigh and stumbled backwards. Even at 28, Jack was still nervous when asking girls out. Especially Annie. She was so beautiful, so wonderful. She was 3 years younger than him, but it was fine with him. So was Fiona, and she was marrying Cluett Bell in a few months. He was 29, 4 years older than Fi. "Hey." Annie said as she stepped into Fi's apartment. Fiona was sitting on the floor, packing her things. "Hi Annie." Fi rose to her feet, dusted her hands on her shorts and gave Annie a quick hug. "Thanks so much for helping. With all the wedding plans, I completely forgot about packing until now." "No biggie. Anyway where do we start?" Just then, Clu sauntered in. "Fi, baby? Can I talk to you for a sec? About the wedding?" Fi sighed. Everything they did for the wedding would backfire in some way or another. "Do you want a DJ or a band at the reception?" Fi let out a large gasp, and then gave a reassuring smile. "DJ, defiantly DJ." Clu nodded and headed out the door. "He is so cute!" Annie tittered. They began packing things, labeling boxes and wrapping delicate items in bubble wrap.

Carey Bell was at rehearsal for MP's next concert (A/N: I changed it to MP because of the Pen Pal episode and Molly Phillips isn't catchy enough. So sue me.) "BREAK!" Molly called as she fell into a large cushioned couch. Carey suddenly got an idea. He sat on the sofa and massaged Molly's tense shoulders. The rest of the band had gone elsewhere and they were all alone. "Thanks Carey, I needed that." She looked up at him and grinned. He slid down and sat next to her. Ever so slowly his had slid into hers and rested on her thigh. "Carey." Molly started but couldn't finish because he leaned in and kissed her. After a moment, they broke. Carey licked his lips, tasting Molly on them. He cradled her head in his hands and brought her closer. He kissed her again, holding the kiss longer this time. "Carey." she started yet again. She raised her eyebrow at the 30-year-old man. She tenderly pushed him over and rose next to him. She lied down next to him and they continued to kiss, more passionately. 'What am I thinking? I am 21 years older than him! I have known him since he was born!' Carey stroked Molly's back and kissed her harder, pulling her closer. Then she knew why she was doing it. "Hold it!" She was panting. "I'll go call off the rest of rehearsal." She gave him a smile, a not so innocent smile.