Author's note: Aww guys sorry! I know you all were anticipating a get together but I turned it into a dream and got you all worked up. Have to admit though it was a great thriller moment...hahah. I myself was shocked it was a dream cause it was such a perfect moment for the two. I guess you're going to have to stick with this until they finally hook up to find out what happens between them. Until then, enjoy! Hope you like this new update, it's not all that dandy but I promise things will get juicy soon! I'm just building the N/J angst and slapping it around a bit.

FastFuriousChick- Welcome! I've got a total of three and sometimes four reviewers! Whoo hoo! Yeah I consider myself a TEASE! I love it! Glad you like it so far hun.

She clicked the hang up button on her cordless and slowly placed it back on it's charger. 'Hmm must be sleeping' she thought. The lights were dimly lit, barely allowing enough brightness for the spacious room. Everything was pratically silent except for the faint lyrics of Graham Colton Band's First Week playing on her desktop. They had just started up the heater in her house so she was all bundled up in her silk quilt covers. She had been silent since they arrived, not making any sound.

"Can I come in?" She looked at the doorway to find her dad standing by the partition. He had a glass of chocolate milk and almond croissants, "I brought you a snack to nibble on before you go to bed. I didn't see you eating much at dinner."

Her eyes widened with the word 'dinner'. She tried to forget what had happened, hoping her parents did too. She was wrong though. She knew her father was going to bring up the subject any minute.

"So about dinner."

Yup she was right. No sooner than a minute in her room he brought it up. She hoped he would yell at her quick so she could go to bed, hoping whatever remnants of tonight would diminish with the next day's light.

"You're going to yell at me aren't you?"

"Why would I do that?" He extended his arm out giving her the glass, "chocolate milk?"

"Thank you," Jill barely sipped it before placing it on her side table. Remembering the subject at hand, "because you and mom found out Nathan sleeps over when you guys aren't here."

"And you think I'm mad at you for that?"

"Well yeah. You probably think him and I fool around and have sex."

"Is that what you're doing?"

"No of course not."

"Then you shouldn't think I'm mad at you," he came over and sat on the edge of her bed, "listen sweet pea, I know you. Sure sometimes you think you can handle things on your own then you make a fuss when you don't succeed. It's all a part of growing up and I've seen you grow up. You're not a little girl anymore, you're not the small little girl who used to run around in her diapers that she tyedyed all by her self. You're seventeen now and a senior in high school. Soon you'll be going off to college and then start a family of your own."

"Dad that's very nice that you want to reminisce my hippie flower child days but what are you getting at?"

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that out of all those years I've never doubted you, not one bit. You made mistakes but you always fixed them on your own terms, never on anyone's else's and I'm proud of you for that. Sweetie I know you're responsible and that you wouldn't do anything you felt wasn't right."

"Like fooling around with guys."

"Exactly. You wouldn't do something like that without at least discussing it with us. You're mature and I trust the decisions you make."

"Thanks dad," she reached over to hug him.

"Anytime," he hugged her back, "What'd you think I was going to believe that washed out basketball star?"

Jill pouted a little, "sort of."

"Well you don't have to worry. I don't trust that guy, he gives me a weird feeling."

"Yeah me too."

He looked around her room.

"I see you're already well adjusted in here."

She nodded, "mhmm."

"Looks good."

"Nathan helped me."

"He seems like a nice young man."

"He really is daddy. The nicest. He's someone I can trust. I feel this conneciton with him you know."

"A crush maybe?"

She rolled her eyes and laughed.

"No not a crush. We don't see each other that way."

"Okay if that's your story."

"You know you sound a lot like my friend Brooke," she pointed at him.

"Is she cool?"

"Yes."

"Okay good that means I'm cool too then."

"Hmmm."

"Okay jelly bean. I've overstayed my wlecome, enjoy your sweets and sleep tight," he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"Goodnight dad."

She watched him leave as she continued to munch on the croissants. He was right! She didn't eat much during dinner. She was starving.