BananaPanda-Thanks, it was a little sad for me to have to write it. ;-) Anna's 16. Sorry, haven't mentioned Remy. He's 18. Figured that would be a good age.

COULDN'T

Anna ran straight to her bedroom. She did not know what to do. She was so confused. 'Whay does he always leave meh feelin' like this?' She sat on her bed, looking void of any emotion. She couldn't laugh or cry, she didn't know what to do. Anna just sat there. Remembering what Betsy had told her earlier, she convinced herself that this was just part of his game. 'He will probably leave meh alone now. He won, Ah kissed him back. Who knows whay Ah'd beh so stupid, but Ah did. Now he'll leave meh alone.' She hadn't noticed how long she had been sitting there, only took a deep breath and went to shower and change. 'Girl's night out wouldn't beh so bad.' She thought smiling to herself. She fixed up her hair and makeup, trying to look dressed up but casual at the same time. 'Whatevah that means.' she laughed at herself for feeling so foolish.

Anna never noticed that Irene wasn't home in all of this, until now. 'Must beh at Bingo.' She laughed again, knowing her aunt's sick obsession with winning something. She wrote down a quick note of where she would be, knowing that Irene would want her to go anyway. She sighed, and then decided to make her way to where ever this place is Betsy invited her too. It was already seven o'clock, and since she was walking, might as well get a head start. Anna fumbled for her keys and her purse as she opened her front door, not noticing somebody standing there.

"Anna?" he said in a low husky voice, leaning into the door frame. She fell back in shock, but he caught her arms and pulled him close to him. It took her a while of staring into his emotionless face before she could speak.

"What are ya still doin' here?" she whispered to him. He smirked then he let go of her and took a step back. He bent over and pulled some books out into plain view. When he looked back at her, he smiled gently.

"You forgot dese 'gain chere." he told her softly as he handed them to her.

"Oh." was all she could get out. He looked her over.

"Ya goin' out?" he asked her, almost hurt. She looked at him and narrowed her eyes.

"Maybeh, what's it ta ya?" He looked away from her as she put the books down and stepped out closing the door behind her.

"Can Remy walk with ya? Make sure you be safe?" he turned and stared at the path ahead of them. She turned to him, trying to understand him.

"What is it ya really here for Remy?" he finally looked at her, nearly lost in her eyes.

"Remy want ta talk wit ya chere. If dat be okay?" She took a deep breath.

"Fahne." she told him and started to walk away from the porch. She noticed that he wasn't there and turned to see what he was doing. He was still standing there with a surprised look on his face. Remy wanted to move but his feet wouldn't seem to let him, not believing that she would really let him walk with her. She looked as if she was about to go on a date, and she was going to let him walk with her.

"Ah don't have all day sugah." she turned and started to walk away. His feet decided that they would do his bidding again as he caught up to her. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

"So, what'cha want?" she asked non-chalantly.

"Ya got a date?" she snorted.

"Yeah, that's whay Ah gotta walk. The guys a stiff, so he couldn't come pick meh up." He smiled.

"Je suis desole."

"For what?"

"For dat kiss. Didn't mean ta scare ya like dat. S'just-" he sighed and brushed a hand through his hair.

"Just what?"

"Just dat when Remy be wit ya, he can't help himself." she laughed. He was torn with laughing himself of the sheer awkwardness of it all or to feel hurt.

"Ah told ya 'bout those lines sugah. Ya could do bettah." she had an amused look in her eye, and it hurt him. He stepped in front of her, making her stop. He grabbed hold of her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. 'Please just tell Remy ya feel da same way too.'

"Non, dat not be a line." she looked at him wondering if he really was sincere.

"Then what's this 'bout Emma. Or how 'bout Jean. When will Ah see ya with her? Or even one'a the countless othah's Ah've heard 'bout Remy? Where does it end? Tell me and Ah'll believe ya."

"Wit you chere."

"Ya how old Remy?" he was puzzled by her question.

"Eighteen."

"So ya tellin' meh that Ah am the one gal that will make ya settle down, at eighteen?" she looked at him skeptically. He sighed.

"Maybe." she smiled softly.

"Maybe's not good 'nough. Ah ain't a challenge, and ya too much of a risk. Ya dump meh in a week or two, or whenevah it is ya get tired of meh."

"Give me a chance Anna." she was taken back by the sincerity of his voice, let alone speaking in first person. He let go of her shoulders but kept his gaze fixed on her eyes.

"Den let Remy get ta know ya." she nodded and held out a hand to him.

"Let's be friends." he smiled back at her and took her hand and shook it. Then they both laughed at the absurdity of it all.