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NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS DIFFERENT FROM MY FIRST FANFIC: LOVE IN ALL TIME

Lanore went to her school to tell her friends and teachers the great news, and that she would not be attending anymore, due to the sudden age change. It was quite a task, convincing them that she was Lanore. After a while, they came to believe her. As she said her goodbyes, she looked over to her Geography teacher, Mr. Smith. He looked rather sad. Lanore has secretly had a crush on Mr. Smith since the beginning of the year. "Maybe he's upset because I'm so smart, that me leaving will bring the class average down," Lanore thought. She walked out of the classroom to where her locker was to collect her things.

She hadn't noticed that Mr. Smith had followed her. She turned around. "Oh, hi Mr. Smith!" Lanore exclaimed. "Hello Lanore. I...um...needed to...uh get some papers." "Okay," Lanore said. Mr. Smith did not leave though. "Ya know, you look great. I...uh guess time travel is good for you, eh?" He tried to make a joke, but it wasn't working. Lanore suspected he was starting to like her. Lanore smiled. "Don't worry, Mr. Smith. If things don't work out between me and Jack, I'll find you." Lanore winked, grabbed her things, and walked away, Leaving Mr. Smith speechless.

Lanore and Jack got married, and were able to afford a very large house with Jack's dubloons, which were priceless almost in the modern world. Jack had agreed to Lanore's wish to live in the future, as long as once a year, the couple would go down to the Caribbean for a week. "No problem," said Lanore.

Even though Jack was a great, loving husband, Lanore couldn't help to think about Mr. Smith. She wanted to see him again. There was some driving force inside her that said, "just go see him." This force got stronger and stronger, and Lanore became more preoccupied in her own thoughts than in her life and Jack.

The day Lanore and Jack were supposed to leave for the Caribbean, Lanore felt if she didn't go see Mr. Smith, she'd die. "I'm so sorry Jack, but I'm feeling very ill. Go without me and enjoy yourself." Jack looked rather sad. "Are you sure? I could stay here with you." "No, please go Jack. I know you want to." Lanore gave Jack a faint smile, and Jack nodded. "Alright. I have the teleport charm. I'll be back in a week. Take care of yourself Lanore. I love you." "I love you too," Lanore managed to say through her fake sore throat. Then Jack was gone.

Lanore had faked being ill. She just had to see Mr. Smith. She drove to the school she used to go to, the one where Mr. Smith taught at. It was 3:45, and the students would be gone. She walked over to Mr. Smith's room. The door was open. "Hello?" She asked. "I'm over here." Mr. Smith was at his computer, still not knowing who entered his room. "Hello Mr. Smith," Lanore said. Mr. Smith looked up from his computer. "Lanore?" "Yea. Hi." "Wow, I-I can't believe you're here! How are you?" "I'm fine." "How's Jack?" "He's okay. He'll be gone for a week. He went back to his home to visit friends."

Lanore didn't know it, but Mr. Smith was having a raging bettle in his head. "Should I ask her out? No you dummy, she was your student! Yes, No, Yes..." "Uh, Mr. Smith, are you okay? You're kinda blanking out..." Joseph snapped to. "Oh, i'm okay." "(Gulp) Lanore, you're over the drinking age now i'm assuming, right?" Lanore smiled. "Is that your way of asking a girl to the bar?" "Yes." "Okay. Sure. I'd love to go."

They took Lanore's car, because the bar was closer to where she was staying(she didn't want to risk being at home without Jack-she had rented a hotel room for the week). Lanore ordered rum at the bar. "Lanore, I've never had rum. Is it good?" "It's great, Mr. Smith." "Lanore, please, call me Joe." The rum came, and they started drinking. Before long, (and after a lot of rum), they were both heavily drunk. Lanore knew better than to let either of them drive, so they called a local taxi. The taxi came. "Where To?" The taxi driver asked. "To the Maple Road Hotel," said Joe. Lanore looked at him. "That's where your place is right?" "Yea." "I thought I'd walk you in."

Lanore was too drunk to say no, and even if she was sober, she wouldn't say no. The taxi pulled up to the hotel and Lanore payed the fare. "Wait here a minute, will ya?" Joe said to the taxi driver. "I'll be right back." Joe walked Lanore to her room to say good night. Before she could do anything about it, Joe kissed her. She kissed him back. The two of them stood making out in the hallway of the hotel for a few minures, before Lanore whispered, "why don't we go inside?"

Author's note:
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