A/N: I DON'T CLAIM TO OWN THE YOUNG WIZARDS SERIES! NONONONONONO!!!!!

Chapter 2

Confessions

"Christopher Rodriguez!"

Kit jumped and his eyes popped open as he sat up in bed. Across the room, Nita grinned at him from atop his trunk packed with his old clothes and stuff he'd outgrown. "You're up. Great. Knew that was going to do the trick..." she laughed and dodged the pillow he hurled at her. "Fine, Miss Juanita Callahan...."

Nita launched herself off the trunk and brought Kit down flat on his back. She sat on top of him until he managed to push her off, and they fell in a jumble of arms and legs, laughing and protesting. Ponch, Kit's ever-adoring black Lab, poked his head in, then trotted in and licked both their faces. Nita extracted her arm from behind Kit's head and gently pushed the dog away. "Euuuu, Ponch...."

Ponch licked her once more, then turned to Kit again, knocking him over as he placed his front paws on Kit's chest and pushed. Nita turned red trying to hold her laughter back as Kit struggled with Ponch. "Ponch! Down, boy. Tell you what. Get off, and we'll go chase squirrels later."

Ponch backed up and cocked his head at Kit. By mind communication, he responded, Seems like you'll be a bit too busy with Nita. Yeah?

Kit rolled his eyes. Ponch had been getting a lot more observant lately, and had been coaching Kit in his relationship with Nita. He sighed mentally and shot a thought back. Fine, you got me. I'll try.

Ponch wagged his tail. Remember...

Kit swallowed. Be confident. I know.

Nita grinned at him. "So? Where to?"

"I was thinking Tiana Beach. The uncrowded place."

"Awright. Sounds good. Let's go."

Kit fingered his necklace, dropped a transit circle, and grabbed Nita's hand. He almost froze, then told himself Kit! Stoppit. You've done this hundreds of times before. Why notice it now?

Kit knew, but he wasn't telling his conscience that. He stepped into the circle with Nita and said with her the few syllables it took to activate the circle. With a bang of air rushing inward to occupy where they had one stood, they were gone.

Nita smoothed her hair behind her ears and stared out across the ocean's flat surface, thoughts in turmoil. She knew Kit too well to know he wasn't thinking about her. Something about the way his eyes were brightening slowly, something about the way he was sitting, something... Nita couldn't place her finger on it. She tried concentrating her thoughts on the sandpipers dashing along the sandy beach, occasionally plunging their beaks into the ground and retrieving a clam or some other unfortunate shellfish, and failed, her mind always drifting back to Kit. She knew he was fighting with himself, forcing himself to tell her something, but what she didn't know. Kit apparently didn't either, because after a while, his thoughts turned to confusion and bewilderment, and she almost laughed aloud as his obvious bewilderment. It was almost cute, she realized with a slight jolt. Really cute. She purposely let Kit overhear those two thoughts, and saw him blush and become very interested in a grain of sand in between his fingers. She shook her head at Kit's effort to stay mature and decided to kill that effort. She got up slowly and went and stood behind Kit, who remained blissfully unaware he was to become a victim. Nita bent down and tickled him in his one sensitive spot, just below the nape of his neck. He instantly squirmed and, turning, tackled her, bringing her down on her back in the warm sand. She was up and on her feet again, watching Kit try and go back to his book. She flicked a shell at him, and he couldn't take it any longer. Nita was up and running as Kit took off after her, sand spraying behind him as he chased her down.

Nita sprawled in the sand beside Kit, breathing hard. She'd evaded him until she ran out of energy, and he had finally managed to catch and tickle her until she started crying with laughter. Nita had finally flopped down next to him, and they had stayed like that until now.

"Nita?" Kit asked cautiously.

"What's up?"

"I'm gonna say this once more...I'm really sorry about my reaction to Ronan and you...but, it kinda hurt..."

Nita bit her lip and, not knowing what else to do, reached out and hugged him.

"Oh...Kit..." she said quietly. "I'm sorry...too...oh, Kit..."

She tucked her head under his chin, and they stayed like that for quite some time. Nita sighed, looked up into his eyes, and was lost in them. Such a clear, crystallized brown...

Kit was likewise lost in Nita's gray irises. He gazed into them without embarrassment, not daring to blink, lest he miss one moment of this...

With reluctance, Nita tore her eyes away from his and, smiling through unexplainable tears, tilted her head sideways. Kit very gently placed his lips to hers, and, feeling the satisfaction in that, they quickly pulled each other close. Their bodies fit together like two matching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, that which they were. Perfectly matched for each other. Kit, as they had begun the kiss, had had no idea what to do with his arms, but as the kiss progressed, they had a life of their own, wrapping themselves around Nita's waist and pulling her close. Nita reluctantly broke the kiss, placing her head gently on Kit's chest as it rose and fell in time to the pounding ocean waves. Kit kissed the top of her head, and after a few moments, the feeling of stupidity wore away and he kissed her forehead again. They spent the rest of fifteen minutes like that, hearts racing, forehead-to-forehead, before Nita nudged him with her head.

                "Hey. Romeo. Stop daydreaming. This is about as close to your dreams as we're going to get today."

Kit's eyes flashed with amusement as he captured her lips once more.