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A/N: I think the last chapter kind of sucked! Sorry about that:( Didn't mean it! That'll show me to try to write when I'm suffering from writers block(It's just so rare that I get it that I forget how to act) I'll try to make this one better,and if I fail I'll just go cry! The problem is, that this seems to be the only one of my stories that I'm having my writers block. But thank you to my reviewers!JCtigerwolf4e,Tye,Katie,and BabyGirl4life88, it was really nice to review that chapter even though it wasn't any good!Also, in the last chapter I forgot to thank Terri for the advice about not putting the notes in the middle of the stories, but it's better late than never, right? Thanks!
Warning:I think Jess is going to fall OOC, because I've been racking my brain all week and I can't come up with anything while I'm trying to keep him in character, so I'm resigning from that idea.
*
Later that day I called Jess, and decided to spend some time with him. Mom tried not to look too displeased.
"Mom, I've spent all day with you."
"I know." she bobbed her head forward.
"And the only time I've spent with Jess we weren't really even talking."
"I know."
"And he's my boyfriend, so-"
She covered her ears and closed her eyes like a little kid, "La la la la la"
I rolled my eyes."I'll see you later, maybe by then you'll be back in your 30's again."
"I wouldn't count on it, I love being young." she smiled.
"Goodbye." I walked out and started off to see Jess.
When I got to the center of town, guess who I ran into, Dean.
"Hi." he said, looking about as uncomfortable as I felt.
"Hi." I replied. I felt pretty bad about the break-up and not cluing him in about Jess. I remembered how stupid I felt when Jess didn't clue me in about Shane, I felt like an idiot. Dean probably felt the same way, but I was too wrapped up in my jealousy over Shane and Jess that I didn't bother taking Dean's feelings about Jess into consideration.
Short painfully uncomfortable silence. "So, how've you been?"
"Good." I nodded, "You?"
"Pretty good." he nodded.
"Um, how's Clara?"
"She's good. She's taking baton lessons from Miss Patty's."
"Oh, that's good. Does she like it?"
"Yeah, she's excited about the parade." he smiled.
I smiled back. "I used to love baton."
Just then you'd think I forgot why I was in the center of town, but Jess reminded me. "Hey."
I turned, "Oh, hi Jess." Wow, this just got really uncomfortable. He wrapped an arm around my waist.
"Hi Jess." Dean looked at him like he wished he would fall off the face of the Earth.
"Hi Dean." Jess replied the same way.
Time to go. "Well, I'll see you later, tell Clara I said hi." I said.
"I'll do that. See you 'round." he glared quickly at Jess before half smiling at me and turning and walking away.
"Forget about me?" Jess teased.
I smiled, kind of. "Of course not."
He leaned in and kissed me. "So, you and Dean are talking again?"
"Uh, no, not really. I mean, I don't think so. I was just asking how Clara was." I explained.
"I see."
"Why?" I asked.
"Just wondering, didn't think you guys were really friendly in the breaking up thing."
"We weren't. I have absolutely no idea why he even spoke to me."
"Huh."
I couldn't tell if he was mad or not, he's too hard to read. "Just...Clara. I like clara. She's taking baton, I used to take baton when I was little. I was only in the parade one year and I loved it, I was in it the second year too, but I got sick and I couldn't go and they got too far ahead, so I had to miss the parade."
"You're rambling."
"Sorry."
"Why are you nervous?"
"I'm not." I denied it. He stared at me. "Maybe a little."
"Why?"
"I don't want you to be mad." I cracked.
"I'm not mad." he said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." he said, "That's my final answer." he smirked.
I smiled, "Okay."
"My name's not Dean, you're allowed to speak to another guy without me freaking out."
"I'm glad your name's not Dean, that would just be too weird."
"Yeah, I'd have to get my name changed." he said.
"It could work though. Dean Moriarty."
"Nope, the Dean part's still too weird."
"Fine, Sal Paradise." I said.
"I think I'll stick with Jess and leave Dean for the jealous ex and Sal for 'On The Road'."
"Good idea. I happen to like Jess." I agreed.
"Well, I hope so. If you didn't like me the kissing would be completely superfluous."
"Well, we can't have that, now can we?"
"It could be a problem." he nodded.
I smiled and kissed him.
"So, what did you guys do today?" he asked as we started walking.
"We went to a new coffee place in Hartford, Cup Of Joe*, it just opened."
"Was it any good?"
"Yeah, but not as good as Luke's. Joe, the owner, hit on my mom."
"The owner at Luke's does that too." he pointed out.
"Yes, but he knows her and they should really be together, whereas this Joe guy doesn't know her and they shouldn't be together. Plus, his coffee is so not as good as Luke's."
"I see."
"Yeah. What did you do today?"
"Worked in the diner, but hey, somebody hit on me, too."
"Who?" I asked.
"Miss Patty."
I giggled. "I'm feeling insecure now."
"I wouldn't worry. If I ever picked her over you I'd have to have brain damage."
"Aww, how sweet." I smiled.
"I am not sweet." he said.
"Sure, you are." I said.
"No, I'm really not. Ask anyone."
"I asked me."
"Well, you don't count, ask someone else."
"Well, now I feel special." I rolled my eyes playfully.
"That's because I'm not sweet." he replied.
I wrapped my arm around him. "Whatever you say."
"I'm not." he insisted.
"Fine, I believe you. You're not sweet. You're the opposite of sweet. Unpleasant and not sweet."
"Thank you."
"Anytime, Holden."
*
Later that night I went home.
"Mom, I'm home!" I called out.
"Kitchen." she called back.
I walked in the kitchen. "Hi."
"Hey, how was your day?"
"Fine."
"How's Jess?"
"Fine."
"Good. I was so worried about him."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure."
"What? It's a well known fact that I just adore him."
"Yeah, as well known as the fact that I'm extremely athletic."
"Yep, move over Serena Williams and Mia Hamm. So, nothing too eventful, huh?"
"Well, not really. I ran into Dean."
"Ooh," she faced me, "How did that go?"
"Fine." I shrugged.
"Was Jess with you?"
"Not at first. But Dean and I got to talking and I kind of forgot that I was meeting Jess. But then Jess saw me and he came over, they said hi, I said goodbye and we went on about our day."
"They said hi?" she questioned.
"Yeah."
"As in to eachother?" she asked.
"Right."
"Weird." she said.
"Uncomfortable."
"Why'd they speak to eachother?" she asked.
"Dean just said hi, so Jess said hi."
"Hi, like 'hi, pal' or hi as in 'hi, go die'?"
"The latter."
"Ah. Then did Jess reply with a 'hi, no you go die'?"
"No, he replied with a 'hi, you're my new best friend', of course he replied the same way."
"I wish I'd have been there." she smiled, no doubt picturing it in her head.
"You'd have been rooting for Dean." I accused.
She feigned innocence, "Who me?"
"Yes you." I said.
"No way. I would have so been rooting for Jess."
"Yeah right."
"It's true." I stared at her. "Okay, maybe not entirely true."
"And the truth comes out."
"But, in my defense, Jess is horrible and sarcastic to me, and Dean is nice and sweet to me."
"Well, I guess it would even out the teams anyway, but why are we even discussing this?"
"Because it's fun, Dean vs. Jess." she smiled distantly.
"You're getting far too much pleasure out of this."
"I know. But admit it, it's fun to imagine."
"Maybe for you. But I happen to lov- to like my boyfriend."
She gaped at me. "Did you just say...?"
"I didn't say anything except I like my boyfriend."
"Then I must have imagined you saying I love him, yet again."
"I've never said 'I love him'." I pointed out.
"No, you've said it in about every other form possible."
"Have you never said something wrong?" I asked.
"Yes, but not that, and not twice about the same person." she said.
"Cut me a little slack here." I said.
"Cut you slack? You've said twice that you love a guy who would totally fit in at Alcatraz."
I rolled my eyes, "He would not."
"Beg to differ. I'll bet when he sees 'Escape From Alcatraz', he thinks, 'ooh, home sweet home'. Prisoners there would probably welcome him with open arms."
"Mom, stop. That's my boyfriend you're talking about. Plus, you have to remember that I'm used to saying 'I love my boyfriend' every single day for the past year and a half." I told her.
"So, when you said I love my boyfriend, you were thinking of Dean?"
"No. I'm a creature of habit."
"Then you better dump Jess, because I doubt he ever does the same thing twice."
"I'm done with this conversation. If you'd care to continue I'll bring you a mirror."
"Fine, I'm done too. But if you ever say that again, I'm going to get a tape recorder, record it, and replay it every night when you go to sleep so that you'll have terrible nightmares."
"I wouldn't have terrible nightmares, I'm not you. Also, I hate to point this out but it's possible that I will say it again in the future. Only, then it wouldn't be a slip of tongue." I pointed out.
"Oh, please don't ever fall in love with Jess." she pleaded.
"Time will tell, but it would be possible. He's not unlovable."
She whimpered, "Uh huh."
"No." I pointed at her and retreated to the livingroom.
She of course followed me."Wait. I changed my mind, I don't want to be finished with this conversation."
"Now what?" We sat on the couch.
"About the whole falling in love with Jess thing, I'm not going to be able to hold my peace."
"Well, this isn't a wedding, so it doesn't matter."
"Fine," she said dramaticly."Doodle his name all over your notebooks, fall in love with him, marry him and become Mrs. Rebel Without A Cause. Go ahead, see if I care."
"I might take you up on that, thanks for your blessing. But his name's already all over my notebooks."
"How? You just started dating him."
"Oh. Right." It was SUPPOSED to be Dean's name all over my notebook, not Jess'.
She eyed me suspiciously.
"I'm probably wrong. His name probably isn't all over my notebook, I just wrote it once on my notebook when I was doing my homework."
"Can I see?"
"No. I don't even know for sure which notebook it's on. And it's really tiny writing. It's almost unreadable actually. You know those people who write your name on a grain of rice? It's just a tad bigger than that."
"I don't believe you." she said.
"It's true. It's not that important anyway."
"Okay." she said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, if you say its no big deal, then it's no big deal. Besides it only makes sense that you're right, because you were only in contact with your bookbag like once for two minutes all weekend. So how would you have time, right?" she asked.
"Right. I didn't have a lot of time. Otherwise it would be all over my notebook."
"Right, so it's not a big deal."
"Exactly." Phew!
"Okay." she nodded. she stood up, "Now we're done." she started to walk away.
"Where are you going?" I felt compelled to ask.
"Nowhere." she ran to my room.
"Mom!" I jumped up and followed her. "Mother!" I ran up to the door, which she'd shut on her way in.
"Yes dear?" she called.
I opened my door to see her digging through my backpack."Mom! Give me that." I pulled my backpack.
"No!" she pulled out three notebooks as I pulled harder and almost lost my balance, tripping backwards.
The phone rang."Mother." I tried to get the notebooks away from her tossing my backpack to the side. I grabbed the ringing phone "Hello?" I greeted quickly.
"Hello." It was Jess.
"Hi." I replied.
"You sound like you ran a marathon."
"Yeah, can I call you back, I'm trying to kill my mom right now."
"Okay, need help?"
"I got it covered, thanks anyway."
"Bye." I hung up and tossed it on my bed.
"Mother, give me the notebook!" I tried to pull the one she was flipping through away.
"There is a lot of Jess writing in this notebook." she realized.
"Give me it." I pulled it out of her hand and this time I did trip, and fell back into my rocking chair.
She flipped through another one. She quickly made it through and opened the last one. "What happened to Dean's name?" she asked searching for his name at least once.
"Mom, they're MY notebooks, give them back."
She closed the book in her lap. "There's a WHOLE LOT of Jess' name."
"I told you-"
"If you would have spent the past two days straight writing his name in those notebooks his name wouldn't be there that many times, and that's just the three I pulled out. And where is Dean's name? I know how many times that name should be in that notebook."
"My name's not Dean Forrester, if it were it would be in there a lot." I said.
"Oh, I see. Then that means that your name's Jess Mariano, you should have told me."
I retrieved the last of my notebooks and shoved it back in my backpack.
"How's his name in there so much?"
"it's not in there that much." I lied.
"Oh right. Real answer now."
"I wrote it in there."
She stared at me again. "REAL answer."
I sighed. "I like his name."
"I'm not sure how many ways there are to say this. Real answer. Under any circumstance. And I promise not to be mad."
"Are your words redeemable?"
"Yes. Do tell."
I looked at my hands for a second, "At Sookie's wedding- I should start by telling you, Jess was at Sookie's wedding."
Her eyes widened slightly. "Learn something new everyday. He didn't make a public appearance."
"No. He came to see me."
"So wait, he saw you before the ugly scene with Shane?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Uh huh, and was that one friendlier?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I see, go on." she said.
"Well, he told me that he moved back, I asked why, he kind of told me, then...some strange force of nature kicked in, and I kind of...kissed him."
Again she gaped at me, "I'm confused. if you kissed him what was he doing with Shane? Small attention span?"
"No, after I kissed him I flipped out and ran away. Then I left for Washington without saying a word to him, and that's why Shane happened."
"What was the exact reason again?"
"I don't really know for sure. I think I kind of hurt him by running away from him. So, he got with Shane to, I guess maybe prove to me that he didn't have to wait for me, and I couldn't play with him like that. whatever the reason was, it was understandable."
"You...kissed...Jess. That's why his name is spoken fluently when speaking of your love life."
"Yep, now I'm using my 'I promise not to be mad' card, and I have to go call Jess back."
"Okay." she just sat there on my bed, pensive and looking slightly like she had just heard something that she already knew.
*
*=I made the coffee place's name up, it's probably not real, if it is, it's strictly coincidence.
A/N: Okay, I officially do not know where to go with this story. I'll still try to update as soon as I can, but I'll have to get an idea for it! So, we'll see how fast my brain can produce an idea! Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW!!! I desperately need them!! Otherwise I have no reaon to write!
A/N: I think the last chapter kind of sucked! Sorry about that:( Didn't mean it! That'll show me to try to write when I'm suffering from writers block(It's just so rare that I get it that I forget how to act) I'll try to make this one better,and if I fail I'll just go cry! The problem is, that this seems to be the only one of my stories that I'm having my writers block. But thank you to my reviewers!JCtigerwolf4e,Tye,Katie,and BabyGirl4life88, it was really nice to review that chapter even though it wasn't any good!Also, in the last chapter I forgot to thank Terri for the advice about not putting the notes in the middle of the stories, but it's better late than never, right? Thanks!
Warning:I think Jess is going to fall OOC, because I've been racking my brain all week and I can't come up with anything while I'm trying to keep him in character, so I'm resigning from that idea.
*
Later that day I called Jess, and decided to spend some time with him. Mom tried not to look too displeased.
"Mom, I've spent all day with you."
"I know." she bobbed her head forward.
"And the only time I've spent with Jess we weren't really even talking."
"I know."
"And he's my boyfriend, so-"
She covered her ears and closed her eyes like a little kid, "La la la la la"
I rolled my eyes."I'll see you later, maybe by then you'll be back in your 30's again."
"I wouldn't count on it, I love being young." she smiled.
"Goodbye." I walked out and started off to see Jess.
When I got to the center of town, guess who I ran into, Dean.
"Hi." he said, looking about as uncomfortable as I felt.
"Hi." I replied. I felt pretty bad about the break-up and not cluing him in about Jess. I remembered how stupid I felt when Jess didn't clue me in about Shane, I felt like an idiot. Dean probably felt the same way, but I was too wrapped up in my jealousy over Shane and Jess that I didn't bother taking Dean's feelings about Jess into consideration.
Short painfully uncomfortable silence. "So, how've you been?"
"Good." I nodded, "You?"
"Pretty good." he nodded.
"Um, how's Clara?"
"She's good. She's taking baton lessons from Miss Patty's."
"Oh, that's good. Does she like it?"
"Yeah, she's excited about the parade." he smiled.
I smiled back. "I used to love baton."
Just then you'd think I forgot why I was in the center of town, but Jess reminded me. "Hey."
I turned, "Oh, hi Jess." Wow, this just got really uncomfortable. He wrapped an arm around my waist.
"Hi Jess." Dean looked at him like he wished he would fall off the face of the Earth.
"Hi Dean." Jess replied the same way.
Time to go. "Well, I'll see you later, tell Clara I said hi." I said.
"I'll do that. See you 'round." he glared quickly at Jess before half smiling at me and turning and walking away.
"Forget about me?" Jess teased.
I smiled, kind of. "Of course not."
He leaned in and kissed me. "So, you and Dean are talking again?"
"Uh, no, not really. I mean, I don't think so. I was just asking how Clara was." I explained.
"I see."
"Why?" I asked.
"Just wondering, didn't think you guys were really friendly in the breaking up thing."
"We weren't. I have absolutely no idea why he even spoke to me."
"Huh."
I couldn't tell if he was mad or not, he's too hard to read. "Just...Clara. I like clara. She's taking baton, I used to take baton when I was little. I was only in the parade one year and I loved it, I was in it the second year too, but I got sick and I couldn't go and they got too far ahead, so I had to miss the parade."
"You're rambling."
"Sorry."
"Why are you nervous?"
"I'm not." I denied it. He stared at me. "Maybe a little."
"Why?"
"I don't want you to be mad." I cracked.
"I'm not mad." he said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." he said, "That's my final answer." he smirked.
I smiled, "Okay."
"My name's not Dean, you're allowed to speak to another guy without me freaking out."
"I'm glad your name's not Dean, that would just be too weird."
"Yeah, I'd have to get my name changed." he said.
"It could work though. Dean Moriarty."
"Nope, the Dean part's still too weird."
"Fine, Sal Paradise." I said.
"I think I'll stick with Jess and leave Dean for the jealous ex and Sal for 'On The Road'."
"Good idea. I happen to like Jess." I agreed.
"Well, I hope so. If you didn't like me the kissing would be completely superfluous."
"Well, we can't have that, now can we?"
"It could be a problem." he nodded.
I smiled and kissed him.
"So, what did you guys do today?" he asked as we started walking.
"We went to a new coffee place in Hartford, Cup Of Joe*, it just opened."
"Was it any good?"
"Yeah, but not as good as Luke's. Joe, the owner, hit on my mom."
"The owner at Luke's does that too." he pointed out.
"Yes, but he knows her and they should really be together, whereas this Joe guy doesn't know her and they shouldn't be together. Plus, his coffee is so not as good as Luke's."
"I see."
"Yeah. What did you do today?"
"Worked in the diner, but hey, somebody hit on me, too."
"Who?" I asked.
"Miss Patty."
I giggled. "I'm feeling insecure now."
"I wouldn't worry. If I ever picked her over you I'd have to have brain damage."
"Aww, how sweet." I smiled.
"I am not sweet." he said.
"Sure, you are." I said.
"No, I'm really not. Ask anyone."
"I asked me."
"Well, you don't count, ask someone else."
"Well, now I feel special." I rolled my eyes playfully.
"That's because I'm not sweet." he replied.
I wrapped my arm around him. "Whatever you say."
"I'm not." he insisted.
"Fine, I believe you. You're not sweet. You're the opposite of sweet. Unpleasant and not sweet."
"Thank you."
"Anytime, Holden."
*
Later that night I went home.
"Mom, I'm home!" I called out.
"Kitchen." she called back.
I walked in the kitchen. "Hi."
"Hey, how was your day?"
"Fine."
"How's Jess?"
"Fine."
"Good. I was so worried about him."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure."
"What? It's a well known fact that I just adore him."
"Yeah, as well known as the fact that I'm extremely athletic."
"Yep, move over Serena Williams and Mia Hamm. So, nothing too eventful, huh?"
"Well, not really. I ran into Dean."
"Ooh," she faced me, "How did that go?"
"Fine." I shrugged.
"Was Jess with you?"
"Not at first. But Dean and I got to talking and I kind of forgot that I was meeting Jess. But then Jess saw me and he came over, they said hi, I said goodbye and we went on about our day."
"They said hi?" she questioned.
"Yeah."
"As in to eachother?" she asked.
"Right."
"Weird." she said.
"Uncomfortable."
"Why'd they speak to eachother?" she asked.
"Dean just said hi, so Jess said hi."
"Hi, like 'hi, pal' or hi as in 'hi, go die'?"
"The latter."
"Ah. Then did Jess reply with a 'hi, no you go die'?"
"No, he replied with a 'hi, you're my new best friend', of course he replied the same way."
"I wish I'd have been there." she smiled, no doubt picturing it in her head.
"You'd have been rooting for Dean." I accused.
She feigned innocence, "Who me?"
"Yes you." I said.
"No way. I would have so been rooting for Jess."
"Yeah right."
"It's true." I stared at her. "Okay, maybe not entirely true."
"And the truth comes out."
"But, in my defense, Jess is horrible and sarcastic to me, and Dean is nice and sweet to me."
"Well, I guess it would even out the teams anyway, but why are we even discussing this?"
"Because it's fun, Dean vs. Jess." she smiled distantly.
"You're getting far too much pleasure out of this."
"I know. But admit it, it's fun to imagine."
"Maybe for you. But I happen to lov- to like my boyfriend."
She gaped at me. "Did you just say...?"
"I didn't say anything except I like my boyfriend."
"Then I must have imagined you saying I love him, yet again."
"I've never said 'I love him'." I pointed out.
"No, you've said it in about every other form possible."
"Have you never said something wrong?" I asked.
"Yes, but not that, and not twice about the same person." she said.
"Cut me a little slack here." I said.
"Cut you slack? You've said twice that you love a guy who would totally fit in at Alcatraz."
I rolled my eyes, "He would not."
"Beg to differ. I'll bet when he sees 'Escape From Alcatraz', he thinks, 'ooh, home sweet home'. Prisoners there would probably welcome him with open arms."
"Mom, stop. That's my boyfriend you're talking about. Plus, you have to remember that I'm used to saying 'I love my boyfriend' every single day for the past year and a half." I told her.
"So, when you said I love my boyfriend, you were thinking of Dean?"
"No. I'm a creature of habit."
"Then you better dump Jess, because I doubt he ever does the same thing twice."
"I'm done with this conversation. If you'd care to continue I'll bring you a mirror."
"Fine, I'm done too. But if you ever say that again, I'm going to get a tape recorder, record it, and replay it every night when you go to sleep so that you'll have terrible nightmares."
"I wouldn't have terrible nightmares, I'm not you. Also, I hate to point this out but it's possible that I will say it again in the future. Only, then it wouldn't be a slip of tongue." I pointed out.
"Oh, please don't ever fall in love with Jess." she pleaded.
"Time will tell, but it would be possible. He's not unlovable."
She whimpered, "Uh huh."
"No." I pointed at her and retreated to the livingroom.
She of course followed me."Wait. I changed my mind, I don't want to be finished with this conversation."
"Now what?" We sat on the couch.
"About the whole falling in love with Jess thing, I'm not going to be able to hold my peace."
"Well, this isn't a wedding, so it doesn't matter."
"Fine," she said dramaticly."Doodle his name all over your notebooks, fall in love with him, marry him and become Mrs. Rebel Without A Cause. Go ahead, see if I care."
"I might take you up on that, thanks for your blessing. But his name's already all over my notebooks."
"How? You just started dating him."
"Oh. Right." It was SUPPOSED to be Dean's name all over my notebook, not Jess'.
She eyed me suspiciously.
"I'm probably wrong. His name probably isn't all over my notebook, I just wrote it once on my notebook when I was doing my homework."
"Can I see?"
"No. I don't even know for sure which notebook it's on. And it's really tiny writing. It's almost unreadable actually. You know those people who write your name on a grain of rice? It's just a tad bigger than that."
"I don't believe you." she said.
"It's true. It's not that important anyway."
"Okay." she said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, if you say its no big deal, then it's no big deal. Besides it only makes sense that you're right, because you were only in contact with your bookbag like once for two minutes all weekend. So how would you have time, right?" she asked.
"Right. I didn't have a lot of time. Otherwise it would be all over my notebook."
"Right, so it's not a big deal."
"Exactly." Phew!
"Okay." she nodded. she stood up, "Now we're done." she started to walk away.
"Where are you going?" I felt compelled to ask.
"Nowhere." she ran to my room.
"Mom!" I jumped up and followed her. "Mother!" I ran up to the door, which she'd shut on her way in.
"Yes dear?" she called.
I opened my door to see her digging through my backpack."Mom! Give me that." I pulled my backpack.
"No!" she pulled out three notebooks as I pulled harder and almost lost my balance, tripping backwards.
The phone rang."Mother." I tried to get the notebooks away from her tossing my backpack to the side. I grabbed the ringing phone "Hello?" I greeted quickly.
"Hello." It was Jess.
"Hi." I replied.
"You sound like you ran a marathon."
"Yeah, can I call you back, I'm trying to kill my mom right now."
"Okay, need help?"
"I got it covered, thanks anyway."
"Bye." I hung up and tossed it on my bed.
"Mother, give me the notebook!" I tried to pull the one she was flipping through away.
"There is a lot of Jess writing in this notebook." she realized.
"Give me it." I pulled it out of her hand and this time I did trip, and fell back into my rocking chair.
She flipped through another one. She quickly made it through and opened the last one. "What happened to Dean's name?" she asked searching for his name at least once.
"Mom, they're MY notebooks, give them back."
She closed the book in her lap. "There's a WHOLE LOT of Jess' name."
"I told you-"
"If you would have spent the past two days straight writing his name in those notebooks his name wouldn't be there that many times, and that's just the three I pulled out. And where is Dean's name? I know how many times that name should be in that notebook."
"My name's not Dean Forrester, if it were it would be in there a lot." I said.
"Oh, I see. Then that means that your name's Jess Mariano, you should have told me."
I retrieved the last of my notebooks and shoved it back in my backpack.
"How's his name in there so much?"
"it's not in there that much." I lied.
"Oh right. Real answer now."
"I wrote it in there."
She stared at me again. "REAL answer."
I sighed. "I like his name."
"I'm not sure how many ways there are to say this. Real answer. Under any circumstance. And I promise not to be mad."
"Are your words redeemable?"
"Yes. Do tell."
I looked at my hands for a second, "At Sookie's wedding- I should start by telling you, Jess was at Sookie's wedding."
Her eyes widened slightly. "Learn something new everyday. He didn't make a public appearance."
"No. He came to see me."
"So wait, he saw you before the ugly scene with Shane?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Uh huh, and was that one friendlier?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I see, go on." she said.
"Well, he told me that he moved back, I asked why, he kind of told me, then...some strange force of nature kicked in, and I kind of...kissed him."
Again she gaped at me, "I'm confused. if you kissed him what was he doing with Shane? Small attention span?"
"No, after I kissed him I flipped out and ran away. Then I left for Washington without saying a word to him, and that's why Shane happened."
"What was the exact reason again?"
"I don't really know for sure. I think I kind of hurt him by running away from him. So, he got with Shane to, I guess maybe prove to me that he didn't have to wait for me, and I couldn't play with him like that. whatever the reason was, it was understandable."
"You...kissed...Jess. That's why his name is spoken fluently when speaking of your love life."
"Yep, now I'm using my 'I promise not to be mad' card, and I have to go call Jess back."
"Okay." she just sat there on my bed, pensive and looking slightly like she had just heard something that she already knew.
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*=I made the coffee place's name up, it's probably not real, if it is, it's strictly coincidence.
A/N: Okay, I officially do not know where to go with this story. I'll still try to update as soon as I can, but I'll have to get an idea for it! So, we'll see how fast my brain can produce an idea! Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW!!! I desperately need them!! Otherwise I have no reaon to write!