To Jacey for telling me to update the one fic that was giving me the most writer's blockage. And for being a great friend. She rocks and so does her fic and songs and poems!

This was definately an unlucky 13 chapter..



Zack and I were in an enclosed space together. Wow. And I totally didn't hate him. This was amazing. A feat beyond any human.

Wow, that champagne had made me all.weird. Happy and carefree, as cliché as that sounds.

Anyways, Zack was under strict instructions from Logan to make lasagna. Because lasagna made very minimal mess and everyone liked it (Evie was a pretty picky eater. And Max with her weird and yet unnoticed cravings)

So, I was chopping up tomatoes and Zack was frying onion or something (Logan's recipe).

Anyways, so there we were. Jace called to say that she was on her way with Maxine. So, everything was peaceful for the moment.

Anyway, so Zack and I were cooking. I got a bottle of tomato sauce from the fridge and brought it over to mix, with the chopped up tomato pieces. La la la. God, I am so tense.

"Taste it and tell me what you think," Zack said, holding up the spoon, like we were in some sort of Pre-Pulse kitchen romantic show. Or whatever.

I tasted it and for like 3 seconds all I was aware of were Zack's gorgeous, gorgeous blue eyes.

Then the taste of the sauce actually hit me.

"Oooh," I said, turning to get a glass of water.

"It isn't that bad," Zack said, slightly, crossly.

"All I can taste is white wine, onion and water," I said, gulping down water. "Completely revolting. Oooh, and a fun after-taste of garlic." I coughed, laughing at his expression. Zack never was much of a cook.

So he go some more sauce on the spoon and I thought he was going to taste it himself. No such luck.

Zack flung the evil lasagna sauce over my nice white tank top.

"You!" I squealed, as the red drops hit the material (he had put a little spaghetti sauce in. Just not enough.) Then I threw the remaining water in my glass on him.

It was a full on food fight - the milk on the counter, three eggs in a bowl, the flour in its jar and I got my hands on a squeeze bottle of honey.

Zack grabbed my free wrist and we both toppled to the floor, laughing. But what gave us away was the fact, as Zack fell, he grabbed out at the counter for balance and pulled the baking tray thing onto the floor. It was porcelain.it shattered into a million white pieces.

"What's going on in there?" Logan called and we both heard foot steps. Everyone appeared and gawked at us. And I turned bright red. Which totally clashed with the current colour of my hair.

"Well, well, well," Tinga grinned almost evilly. "What's going on in here?"

"I believe the question is more like, what did you do to my kitchen," Logan demanded, glaring at us.

"Dontcha like it?" I asked innocently. "We redecorated." Eww, there was honey sliding down my back.

Max laughed. "Clean it before he kills you." Max lead Logan out, like he was a dangerous animal who needed careful handling.

Zack stood up and then offered me a hand so I could get up. I stood and sent a Look of Death to the others who were sniggering in the doorway.

"Whoa," Krit grinned at me. "If looks could kill, I'd be distant memory. Calm down, Jay."

"Go away, Kay," I said, pasting a sarcastic smile on my face. "And take Syl, Tinga and Zane with you."

They left still sniggering to themselves and I turned to a completely silent Zack. "Why wasn't I an only child?" I joked.

Zack laughed and held the honey bottle in front of me. "Cause you're just plain unlucky."

I tried to shove his arm away as Zack tried to pour honey in my hair, when Alec wandered in.

"It's all fun and games till someone gets hurt," Alec said, "Of course, then it's just fun." He smirked at me and wandered into the living room. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Zack, who was looking at me with this odd look. I didn't catch it properly before his playful look returned and I managed to wrestled the honey bottle from his hands and then I take a very dramatic step forwards and my boots slip on some flour and Zack catches me, like in some terrible, evil Pre-Pulse chick flick.

God I love his eyes. . . Zack gazed at me, then ducked his face and turned away. "We better clean this up before Logan kills us."

"I'd like to see him try," I said cheerfully.

*~*~*~*~*~* "WooHoo!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Motorcycle race from Foggle Towers, around the surrounding district and back to Foggle Towers; last one back was buying at Crash next time we were there.

"C'mon, faster Jondy!" Zack yelled in my ear, his grip tightening around my waist. I nodded and revved the bike faster. Through the back streets, past the Cherry Bomb (a strip club Alec used to be fond of) and I could see Foggle Towers.

"Maxie is so buying!" I called out. "Woohoo!"

We skidded to a stop and I whipped my tinted glasses of. And turneed around to give Zack a high five.

"Are we the best or what?" I grinned.

"Of course," Zack grinned back at me.

"So? Who won?" came a yell, as Evie came running out in her pyjamas.

I gave her an incredulous look. "Me! Who else?"

"Possibly Mom," Evie retorted.

"Max is nothing on a motorbike compared to me," I said, getting off the bike after putting the kickstand up.

"Cheater!" came a distant yell. "You took the Cherry Bomb shortcut!"

Max pulled up a couple of seconds later, pulling off her tinted glasses. "You are evil, Jondy."

"Hey, I only won," I shrugged. "At least you aren't buying at Crash tomorrow."

"Bite me."

"Nah, I'll leave that to Logan," I smirked.

"Mom!" Evie raced over to Max. "Auntie Jace is here! With Maxa!"

Maxa. What they called Jace's Maxine.

"Max," Krit said, coming out. I could see the others behind him. "Who won?"

Max's response was to glare at me.

"Two words for you, Maxie," Syl grinned. "Cherry Bomb."

"Two words for you, Syl. Bite me."

Zane pulled up, looking slightly annoyed. "Those sector checkpoints are pain in the arse. Let me guess - I'm paying at Crash tomorrow?"

"Wow, you have ESP," Alec said.

"So, who won?" Zane asked.

Zack's arm slung around my waist and my heart almost stopped beating from shock. "Jon and I. Who else?"

Tinga smirked at me knowingly. "You two really are dynamite together."

Oh, she is so dead! But all I could think of was how excellent his hand felt against the bare flesh of my stomach, where my tank top had ridden up. . .

And I knew he was as toned as he had been those years ago. . .

Okay, so either I'm going into heat or just. . . oh, I'll kill Tinga for planting these ideas in my head!

*~*~*~*~*~* Wow. Ok, I know this is short, and I probably will extend it, but I thought you all deserved an update. Hopefully another this week (my 'puter died and this week I have my dad's laptop.) So, review!