Hey! Wow it's been a really long time since I've updated! I'm sorry! You see, I couldn't decide how I wanted the next chapter to be and I became busy writing some of my other fanfics so slowly this story just got let behind. But, today SisterBear58 (you should really check out her fanfic) e-mailed me asking if I would update. So I have to thank her for getting me to just sit down and figure this story out! I promise I won't stop updating like I did last time.

Elizabeth woke up around nine the next morning, a half an hour later than she usually liked to. She rubbed her eyes, stood up, and made her bed. She was a very practical girl.

Elizabeth then combed her hair and would have headed downstairs, had she not remembered that her family had company. And how could she forget that strange boy? The conversation she had overheard between Jessie and her mother was certainly abnormal for relatives. "She knows." They were talking as if Jessie was a bank robber, an outlaw! And that her Mother was some sort of old accomplice! Which was completely ridiculous by all means. As she put on her regular cloths she decided her goal for the day would be to figure out the true story behind this Jessie, and find out what the history between he and her Mother was.

As she made her way down the stairs, she smelled the scent of pancakes. "Good morning, Elizabeth. You're up a bit late today." Said her mother kindly as she walked in. Jessie waved at her, as his mouth was full with breakfast. She smiled awkwardly and sat at the counter, intentionally leaving an empty seat between Jessie and herself. "Here's a plate."

Elizabeth took the plate and placed a pancake on top. Now was her chance to confirm her suspicions. She knew she wouldn't get anything from her mother, but if she could just somehow trick her... "So how we related to Jessie again?" Asked Elizabeth, looking intently up at her mother who unmistakably froze for a brief second at her comment. She couldn't help but notice the way Jessie head shot up from his pancakes and to her mother when she asked the question.

"He's my uncles son." Winnie flipped a pancake. Jessie looked away.

"So then he's your cousin?" Asked Elizabeth again, trying to be casual.

"Yes, he would be."

"But yesterday you said he was your cousins son, so therefore he would be your uncles sons son." Ha! She had caught her.

"Well, he'd be my second cousin, so therefore still my cousin." Ok, maybe not. Her mother obviously wasn't going to crack. "Why all the questions?"

"No reason." Elizabeth shrugged. "I'm just trying to make conversation." But for the continuation of breakfast, as far as conversation there was none.

As Elizabeth continued to eat her pancakes, she couldn't help but to glance at Jessie every once in a while out of the corner of her eye. In fact, one time their eyes met. She had to push her thumbnail sharply into one of her fingers to look away. He was really quite good looking. His hair was neat; his eyes were just beautiful beyond reason. Even after he left to go check on something, she couldn't help but to think about the previous day when he had thrown embraced her thinking she was her mother. (Which was quite odd to say the least.). "Oh this is ridiculous!" she told herself. "He's probably some wanted criminal or something! I just need to get away from him for a bit, that's all. Then all this silly nonsense will disappear."

"I'm going to go to the bookstore, Mom." She said.

"Ok, don't stay too long, ok dear?"

Elizabeth walked out back. She would leave through the back as she always did. She ran into less people that way. The bookstore would be good for her. The bookstore presented a chance for her to sort out the mystery that was happening at her house, and a chance to get these silly notions of Jessie being possibly attractive out of her head.

Unfortunately the person she wanted to avoid had parked his motorcycle by the back gate. She thought for a moment about turning around and going out through the front gate, but Jessie has already spotted her. "Hello, Elizabeth." He said cheerily as she got on his motorcycle.

"Hello." She said as she continued to walk.

"Where are you off to?" She turned around to talk to him.

"The bookstore."

She was hard to make conversation with sometimes. "Well, hop on."

"Hop on?" She questioned with a hint of disgust in her voice.

"Yeah, I'll give you a ride."

Elizabeth inspected the motorcycle with her eyes. Well, it did look very clean, but it was obsessively polished and cleaned like the boys at school liked to keep theirs. Besides, riding behind Jessie wouldn't be too bad... What was she thinking? She hated motorcycles! "No, thank you." She said as she began to walk down the path.

"No thank you?" he asked as he slowly rolled alongside her, trying to catch her eye.

"Yes, no thank you." Elizabeth reminded him quite a bit Winnie when they had first met. She was definitely like her mother.

"The bookstore is nearly a mile away."

"You seem to know quite a lot about the town for someone who has only been for slightly over a day."

"But I can save you a lot of time." Continued Jessie, ignoring he accusation.

"That's ok; I'd rather walk." But maybe she was a bit more stubborn than Winnie.

"Now why would you want to do a thing like that on such a hot day?"

She stopped impatiently. "If you must know, I absolutely despise motorcycles."

"Do you actually despise motorcycles," asked Jessie. "Or is it really just me?"

Elizabeth paused. "What? No! I don't despise you."

"Have you even ridden one before?"

"Well, no." She was a bit defeated there.

"Well then why do you hate them?"

Because everyone who rides the ridiculous things are merely show offs! Not that I'm saying you are," She said remembering that she was talking to one. "Besides, they can't be very fun."

"I'll tell you what." Said Jessie. "You get on and if you decide you still hate them, I'll let you off and you can continue walking to the bookstore."

She thought this over. Well, it couldn't be too bad, and Jessie definitely didn't seem as annoying as the boys at school. Plus, his eyes were impossible to say no to. "Alright, I suppose." She gave in. Jessie put on his helmet. "But only to prove my point." She added stubbornly. Jessie smiled at her comment.

Slowly she got on and loosely put her arms around Jessie. "You might want to hold on tighter, unless, of course, you plan on jumping off." Nervously she tightened her hold on him. "Alright, ready?" He asked after she had put on her helmet.

"Yes."

"Here we go!" And they were off. Elizabeth had to admit she was having some fun, though she didn't like to show it. She was suppose to be proving her point to Jessie, but she did quite enjoy the wind blowing against her face.

"You know, you don't have to go slowly because of me." Said Elizabeth after a moment.

"Really now? So you've changed your mind then?"

"I never said that!" Said Elizabeth once again getting defensive.

"Well, what did you say?""

"I merely said you could go faster if you would like."

"But what about the bookstore?"

Elizabeth had to admit, she didn't want to get off the motorcycle. She wanted to stay with Jessie and ride around town. And... um... she could always try to find out more about who Jessie really is too. Yeah, that's it. "Forget the bookstore." She said happily, and Jessie started to go quite a bit faster.

They took a detour on the main road through forest. It was curvy, beautiful, and completely empty. The sun shone through the trees, allowing beautiful rays of sunlight to touch the bottom of the forest. Elizabeth couldn't help but to enjoy herself, though she still didn't want Jessie to know that. But eventually, even she couldn't help but smile, which Jessie happened to see out of his mirror. He smiled back at her.

Eventually they pulled over and walked to a picnic type spot just off the road. They sat down and this time Elizabeth didn't sit a required five feet away from him. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" asked Jessie.

Elizabeth laughed. "No, you were right." They were silent for a moment, enjoying the peaceful surroundings. "How do you know my mother?" asked Elizabeth, this time with out the normal stubborn intonation.

Jessie laughed slightly. "You still want to know?" Elizabeth nodded. "We told you; we're related."

"No, I mean how do you really know her?" She asked, moving a bit closer to Jessie.

"My dad is her cousin."

"Come on, you know I know you're lying. Just tell me the truth." Jessie didn't say anything for a moment. For a moment she thought she saw tears in his eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you or anything."

"No, you're not upsetting me." He said. Elizabeth looked at him kindly. "You know I can't tell you, Elizabeth. It's up to your mother."

"But we both know she won't tell me!"

"Then maybe you shouldn't know." He said. "It's probably best you didn't."

"What could be so bad that I shouldn't know?"

"You know I want to tell you, but I can't. Besides, it isn't bad."

"Then what is it then? Good? Why can't I know something that is good?"

Jessie looked her intensely in the eyes for a moment. Then he picked up his helmet and stood up. "Come on, Miss Jackson. I'd better get you home before your mother gets worried." He took he hand and led her back to the motorcycles.

Elizabeth made a face and got up and said in her usual stubborn voice, "You know, you needn't call me Miss Jackson. I'm nearly the same age as you."

Jessie smiled, laughing a bit. "Sorry, Elizabeth."

I just want to point out that this chapter isn't suppose to be about Elizabeth accepting motorcycles. It's about Elizabeth finally opening up to Jessie, even if the door is only unlocked. She tends to shut herself off from the world, as you may have noticed. She takes the back way to the bookstore in order to avoid seeing people; she despises motorcycles simply because they represent the big shot guys at school. She opens up ever so slightly, only to close herself up again when he calls her Miss Jackson. So anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, because I really enjoyed writing it! I believe that it's longer than the previous chapters. Thanks for reading!