Ok, So I put up three chapters and get 4 reviews, and three came from the same person I might add. Well anyways. Here's to Tears in a Bottle. Anyone in the movie not mine, Joise is Tears in a Bottle and everyone else mentioned in this chapter that isn't Joise or wasn't in the movie is my creation.

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By the way the next chapter will be a little hard for me to write. Or it was because that's when Accent's whole past comes out. I hope you like it. I'm kind of getting writers block so ya. Enjoy!

Chapter 15: Just don't go on your knee again

Accent was searching the shelf for a specific book. She had read it a couple of years ago and thought that Spot might enjoy it. Josie came by earlier that day. Accent, Josie and FC just hung out and talked. About nothing in general but mostly about the boys.

"Alright let's get this place cleaned up." FC said.

"O you're right. It's almost closing time." Accent said excitedly.

"Well that's my cue to leave. I'll see you guys later." Josie said.

"Ok, bye." Accent said.

"Bye." and she walked out out of the store.

"I think someone is excited for tonight." FC said smiling.

"Well what do you expect, it's my first date!" Accent said get a hint of an Irish accent.

"You're first date!" FC couldn't believe it. "Well, I'll bet you'll have fun, especially since it's Spot. He always has something up his sleeve." FC looking at Accent. She was blushing.

"Well I hope I do have fun. Hey whatever happened between you and Blink?"

"O me and Blink." she said slightly blushing. "Ya I kissed him last week. But he kinda avoided me after that."

"What!"

"Ya. I know. We hung out at Medda's last night but he didn't really say anything about it. So I don't know. I guess I have to find someone else."

"Are you sure? because I could have sworn he liked you." she said a little disappointed.

"Ya well I guess not." FC said a little sad.

"I'm sorry."

"That's ok. Hey we have ten minutes let's get cleaning." The girls tried to quickly clean the store. And they had done so just in time. They said goodbye to Mr. Johnston and locked up. The girls ran home because Accent wanted enough time to get ready.

When she got home she threw the book for Spot on the table and immediately went into the bathroom to take a shower. When she was in there a knock came from the door. FC couldn't think who it could be because Spot wasn't suppose to come for awhile still. She went to answer it.

"Blink! What are you doing here?" FC asked surprised to see him.

"O nothing. Just wanted to stop by and say hi." He said while playing with his hat in his hands.

"O hi." she said a little disappointed.

"Um, can I come in?" he asked not quite sure.

"Ya." she said an stepped to the side to let him in. He came in and walked about ten feet from the door. He just stood there facing her. She closed the door and walked to the opposite side of the table. They were quite for a moment.

"FC-"

"Blink-" they said at the same time.

"You first." Blink said.

"Look Blink. I don't know what I did wrong. I thought there was something between us but obviously I was wrong. So I guess if you can forget the kiss even happened." FC said. She was hurt but she didn't want to show it. So she looked around the room and not at him.

"No." he said forcefully.

"What?" she asked confused.

"I don't want to forget about." he said quickly.

"Well you obviously didn't want it to happen. So why can't you just forget?" she asked.

"No, if anything I wanted you to do it. FC I do like you. I just didn't know how you felt about me. I knew we flirted with each other but your feelings toward me was a mystery to me. FC" he said walking over to her. She stayed still. "You don't know how long I have been waiting to taste your lips." he said standing inches away from her. "FC I like you. I more than like. That's why I want to ask you something."

"What is it?" she asked as she took in everything he was saying.

"FC." he said getting down on his knee. She took in a sharp breath. "Will you be my girl?" He saw her smile.

"Get up here." she said pulling up. "Of course I'll be." she put her arms around his neck. "Just don't ever get down on your knee again unless it's for something else. Got it?"

"Ya. I got it." He smiled and looked at her. He kissed her passionately. Pulling her closely against his own body. They stood this way for quiet a few moments. And they broke apart. Him reluctantly, her willingly. "I guess Accent was right after all."

"What was she right about?" he asked. This time it was his turn to be confused.

"When I brought her to Medda's that first time, she said the next day that she could tell you liked me. So I'm just guessing she was right." she said smiling.

"Ya I guess she was." He kissed her again. They heard a knock at the door.

"Let me go get that." FC said. She walked over to the door again. "Hello?" she said. She saw a young man about her age at the door. "Can I help you?" she said. Blink now coming to her side.

"Ya. I'm here to see Jenna."

"Ok, um come in. She's in the shower right now but should be out soon. You can have a seat."

"Thanks." he said sitting on the couch. He took off his cowboy hat. Blink looked at him. Blink was a little suspicious of him. They heard the water turn off a couple of minutes of later. And the door opened. Accent came out of the bathroom not aware of anyone but FC in the apartment.

"Hey FC, when Spot gets here just tell him I'll be out soon." she said. She had a towel wrapped around her and had another one over her head. She was rubbing it against her hair, trying to dry it. She took it off and stopped short of her step. She looked at the man on the couch with a surprised look. Her face than turned to a death glare. "What are you doing here?" she said. Not amused with the fact that he was there.

"I need to talk to you." the man said standing up.

"Jon, any chance of talking with me you gave up when you joined McClaire."

"I did it to help you Jenna." Jon said pleadingly.

"Right I'm sure, because how could my best friend joining my enemy help me!"

"Jenna, please I just need to talk to you."

"No. Now get out." She stared at him for a moment daring him to talk. "FC I'm going to change." she said looking at FC. She did a double take. "O hey Blink. I didn't see you there for a moment." She said giving him the best smile she could before hurrying into her room.

"Ahh." Jon let out a little frustration.

"Who are you?" Blink asked.

"Jon. I'm an old friend of Jenna's from Ione. Or well use to be."

"Well if you're an old friend I think it's best if you leave." Blink told him.

Spot was on the street. He was excited about his date with Accent. He had even picked some flowers for her in Central Park. He finished his business early in Brooklyn and wanted to get to her apartment as soon as he could. He walked up the stairs and got to his destination. He knocked and FC opened the door.

"Hey FC." he said.

"Hey Spot." He heard Blink talking to another man and came in to see what was happening.

"Please let me stay. I need to talk to her." Jon said. Spot saw him, he recognized him as the man the past last night on the way home. Jon recognized him too.

"What's going on here?" Spot asked putting on his Brooklyn face.

"He wants to talk to Accent." Blink said not taking his eyes off Jon.

"And who are you?" Spot now asked the guy.

"Jon. I'm an old friend of Jenna's." Jon said.

"I'm Spot, leader of Brooklyn. What do you want with her?"

"I need to talk to her."

"But she doesn't want to talk to you." Blink said.

"Is this true?" Spot asked.

"Ya she told him to get out." FC now spoke.

"And what are you still doing here?" Spot asked Jon.

"It's important what I have to tell her. It's a matter of life and death."

"A matter of life and death for who?" Everyone looked over to the bedroom, Accent came out of her room. "Who Jon?" she walked up to him and stood next to Spot. Jon looked at her.

"You." he didn't look anywhere else but her eyes.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"McClaire knows you're here. I'm the only one who knows exactly where you are."

"What are you talking about? McClaire is dead." she said firmly.

"Ya McClaire Sr. but not his son."

"Jake." she was lost of words. "Why is he looking for me?"

"Because, he wants revenge for his father's death. Jenna he's not going to stop until you're dead. That's why I came to tell you. I don't want to see him hurt you."

"But you would see his father hurt me?" She asked with an Irish accent that held anger.

"No, I was trying to find out what his plan was to help. How many times do I have to tell you" He said taking a step forward towards her. Spot stepped in front of him but he was towered over by Jon. He looked at Spot then her then back to Spot. "Fine I'm going." He started walking then stopped. "Jenna." he said. She didn't look at him. "I'll be here in Manhattan for a few days then I have to go back to Jake and give him my report." With that he walked out. She stood there for a couple of minutes looking at nothing but the wall. The three looked at her worried. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and released it. She slowly opened her eyes and turned to the others.

"Sorry about that." she said.

"Are you ok?" Spot said placing his hand on her arm.

"Ya." she said looking at him. "Um are you ready to go?"

"Ya." he said. He looked down and remembered he had flowers. "And these are for you!" he said holding them up for her.

"Thanks!" she said talking the flowers. "Um do we have a vase?" she asked FC.

"I'll take care of it. Don't worry." FC said taking the flowers.

"Thanks. Let's go!" Accent said. Spot looked at the other two. They were all worried about her. He felt her take his hand and they both walked out.