Ok, I didn't write this on my first chapter, but his is my first fanfiction, and so if it isn't great, don't kill my ego too much, please. Thanks ;)

Thanks to:

Riley, iluvmybeagle, EasyTiger, cassie89

You are the people who put important in unimportant.

After I dropped Jess off in front of her house and watched her slip noiselessly inside, I turned around and went back to my mom's house.

Yes, I still live here, at my mom's house, even though I am twenty-two. But, I feel like my mom needs someone to take care of her. Gary married her about a year after Jess and I started dating officially, but my mom has a history of men who leave her (as previously seen), so I decided to stick around a little while longer.

When I got back home, instead of going back to bed for much needed sleep—these nights were starting to get to me—I went to the barn. I flicked on the lights I had installed and wandered over to a corner of the I had sectioned off. I pulled back the gray tarp to reveal a '64 Harley. (A/N- I don't know anything about whatsoever about motorcycles, so if the year is wrong, don't sue me)

Jess was turning twenty in three days and I wanted to give it to her as a birthday present. I had gotten the bike cheap from the junk yard and fixed it up so it could go zero to sixty in under four seconds. And it looked bran-spankin' new. It had taken me over a year, and I hadn't planned on giving it to her, but now it was nearly complete, it just seamed to scream Jess.

Must be that love thing again.

Jess was taking classes at the local college and working double shifts at the Coffee Clutch, which was slightly ironic since she refused to drink any of it because she had it in her mind she was going to grow have a foot and the coffee would stunt her growth.

We were trying to save up enough money to buy a house together. We had been saving since I was twenty—just after I got my own motorcycle repair shop.

Anyway, Jess called me just before her first class.

"Hey you." Her usual greeting.

"Hi babe."

"Don't call me that. You know I hate it. It sounds so white trash."

"I know, that's why I say it." Our lovey-dovey banter (A/N: gag).

"Hey look, I can't come over tonight. I have this huge test tomorrow in physics and I have to drop the class if I don't pass. But maybe I can drop by on my lunch." Something in her voice told me she wanted to do more than just eat.

"Ah, but of course. Oh no, wait, I can't. This guy is coming in to make sure the place is fire safe or something. I don't think he would appreciate walking in on us having a nooner on the fax machine."

"You don't have a fax machine, Rob."

"You know what I mean."

Jess said a very un-ladylike word. "Then no named Rob on non-existent fax machine for me." I rolled my eyes at this.

"Well, just try to come by today," I am above begging but I figured a little convincing would do the trick.

"What time is that guy coming?"

"Sometime before nine a.m. but after five p.m. He wasn't clear."

"Maybe you can hide me in the bathroom."

"Maybe I'll hide with you."

"Or on the fax machine. Look, I gotta go, the bell just rang. See you later—hopefully. Love ya. Bye."

Despite our dirty plans, we didn't cross paths that day. I was really busy anyway and wouldn't have had time for…errrrr…lunch.

I also didn't get a good night call which I thought was a little odd, but figured she was studying late at the library or fell asleep.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, that old joke prayer came into my head:

'And if I die before I wake, that's one less test I have to take.'

Sorry I took so long to update. School is starting soon and I was shopping and stressing about last-minute details I had to deal with.

So, yeah, please review. But only constructive criticism please.

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