A/N: Since I'm a little tired, Cubby's gonna be a sweetheart and do the disclaimer for me. I love Cubby.

Cubby: Okay, dudes and dudettes, she does not own this world. We belong to the corporation of Disney!

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"We have to get them together," Kayla said, pacing Jett's room. "There's just no question."

Jett laughed. "So enthusiastic," he said. "But yeah, I think they'd be great as a couple. It's as natural as... say... you and me." He grinned impishly at his girlfriend, who shot him a smile of pure happiness.

"Well, there's the big end-of-summer carnival coming up," Kayla suggested. "The fireworks are so ideal."

Jett grinned. "Indeed they are," he said with a wolfish grin. Kayla giggled as Jett pulled her down into a kiss.

"Well, Mr. Jackson, what do you suggest?" Kayla said as they pulled away slowly, leisurely.

"The carnival is a great idea," Jett began. "We'll all go as a group and when the time comes, you and me will conveniently disappear."

Kayla smiled. "Sounds good." She flopped back on Jett's bed and picked up Horace, the bear Miz Corretta had given Jett for his second birthday. She had often teased him about the name of the bear, but it was sweet that he kept it. "Are you gonna win me a teddy bear that day?"

"I'll win you ten bears. And a bunny for good measure," Jett promised playfully, moving next to her on his stomach, his honey-brown eyes shining as he looked right into her eyes. Kayla smiled and rose up to meet his lips for yet another kiss.

One thing that made her so happy was how natural all of this was. She an Jett just seemed to fit together like two pieces in a puzzle. Once they finally admitted their feelings it was like a whole new world.

"I wonder how Booker and Jackie are doing," Jett mused.

Kayla shrugged. "New York must be really exciting."

"You were there," Jett said.

"Yeah. Once, and I don't think I'll be going back," Kayla said. "I'm a Wilsted girl at heart."

Jett smiled. "Just the way I like you," he said. Then he frowned a little. "Booker said he went to Count Mercy High. The only high school here is Wilsted High."

Kayla shook her head. "I asked my mom about that. She said Wilsted High used to be called Count Mercy before the official naming. It was supposed to be a Catholic school."

"Oh." Jett nodded.

Kayla stood up. "So," she said. "I'm gonna go home now, and you, Mr. Jackson, I think will be wanted on set?"

"Yeah," Jett said, rolling over and standing up. He slid his arms around his girlfriend's waist. "But the rest of the world can wait." He leaned down and engaged Kayla in a very deep, very long kiss.

If Kayla could have spoken, she would have agreed.