He stood in front of her door, his palms all clammy, talking to himself like a madman. Arriving ten minutes ago, straight from basketball practice, Nathan finally decided today was the day, he was going to tell Jill how he felt. So nervous he jogged all the way in the pouring rain, not paying attention to how the water soaked through all of his clothes. It didn't matter though, nothing mattered at this moment. All that he could think of was Jill, and that's all he needed.

Stifling through a couple of sniffles and ten almost knocks he managed to finally ring the door bell. We said he was excited but he was also nervous as heck, he even had that jittery twitch people get. His of course was on total overdrive.

Finally the moment he had been wating for, the door opened.

"Hey Nathan."

He let out a stifled sigh.

"Hey Sheryl, can I talk to Jill?"

"She isn't home yet."

Shotdown. So much for all that anticipation.

"Oh, umm do you know where she went?"

"No," she shook her head, "I haven't seen her since lunch. I got tired of waiting so I told her I'd meet her at home."

"Okay, thanks."

He turned to leave, a little discouraged.

"Did you want to come in and wait? I'm sure she'll be home in minutes. You know Jill, she's such a home body."

He managed a small laugh, still a bit sad.

"Uhh yeah sure."

Nathan followed Sheryl into the house. She was only going to be a couple of minutes, why not? Even if she took hours, he would wait, that's how determined he was.

The heater was up sending him into a warm spell. Much better than the cold bite of rain he felt outside.

Sheryl lead him into the living room offering him a seat but stopped when she realized his wet clothing.

"What did you do, walk here?"

Nathan looked down reluctantly to find his clothes stuck to his body. He hadn't noticed he was wet with all the thinking he was doing, but now well the visual aid was all he needed.

"I kind of jogged here."

"Well you're all soaked up to the wazoo. Let me grab you some towels, before you catch a cold," she shuddered, "I feel like I'm catching a cold just looking at you."

He smirked at her comment.

"Did uh Jill say where she was going after school?"

He called out as he walked around eyeing the family pictures he'd seen countless times before, he just liked looking at them, especially Jill. Even though she looked like a total boy when she was four, she was still cute.

Back downstairs she handed him the towel.

"Nope not a word or a call."

"Thanks," taking towel he rubbed his dark brown hair.

"You might want to get rid of that, "Sheryl pointed to his jogging sweater, "that'll for sure give you a cold."

"Yeah you're right. I don't know how I got here without noticing I was wet."

She shrugged.

"You were probably thinking about something else. Anyways, you want some hot chocolate? It's with marshmallows so you just can't say no. Plus it's made by me so you definitely can't say no."

"Yeah sure."

"Cool, make your self comfortable, while I slave over a hot stove to make sure your beverage is perfect," smirking and pouting the famous Sheryl pout, she left for the kitchen.

Nathan chuckled a bit as he removed his sweater. Damn that thing weighed a ton when wet. His wife beater was a bit wet but not soaked so he kept it on.

"Here you go Mr. Scott," Sheryl handed him the mug, "it's my special recipe."

He blew into it making sure it didn't scorch his tongue. It was good. He was always a sucker for marshmallows.

The two took a seat on the couch, chatting as they finished up their drinks.

"Hey this is good, what's in it?"

"Like I'm going to tell you, it's a secret recipe mister. Only for my eyes."

"Alright," he laughed.

"Did you want more?"

"No I'm good, thanks."

Nodding she grabbed his mug and placed it on the coffee table along with hers.

"So, what brings you here on on such an ugly day, that you had to run here?"

Nathan hesitated on telling Sheryl. He didn't want to tell her he was coming to tell Jill how he felt about her. She might blurt it when Jill came home, and he kind of wanted it to be secret.

"I was just in the neighbourhood."

"Cool," she saw him trying to dry his hair with the towel, he was failing miserably, "wow let me help you with that."

"Oh, it's okay."

"Nonsense, I'm the master of drying hair. It takes me no more than two minutes to dry my hair and look how long it is."

She grabbed the towel from him as she went to sit on the coffee table.

"Put your head down."

Nathan looked at her weird.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, how else do you think I'm going to dry your hair?" she smirked, "now head down."

Nathan did as he was told, feeling sort of unsure.

Sheryl wrapped the towel around his head, and with swift movemenats she was done, in record time too; less than a minute.

"See told you."

Sitting back up, Nathan felt his hair. It was dry. How'd she do it? He was about to thank her but was caught off guard when her hand was all of a sudden stroking his thigh.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" He jumped up off the couch.

"What?"

"Your hand, it was on my thigh."

"Yeah so?" She didn't seem to think it was wrong.

"Sheryl I like Jill."

"Nathan," she got up in front of him and rubbed his shoulders pulling him towards her.

He pushed her away, backing off.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

She sucked her teeth in disgust. Obviously embarassed and pissed off from being put down.

"You're wasting your time you know. She doesn't like you."

"What are you talking about?"

"She likes Vegas."

That sentence made Nathan laugh in spite.

"That's a whole load of shit."

"Fine don't believe me. You haven't known Jill as long as I have. Her and Vegas are meant to be together. He just screwed up but he's getting back with her."

"What are you talking about?"

"Jill isn't as innocent as you think."

"What the fuck?" He didn't understand what the hell she was saying.

"It's true."

Nathan just shook his head grabbing his sweater.

"You're messed up I'm out of here."

He brushed passed Sheryl who happened to be smirking. Slamming the door behind him sending chills down his spine. Something didn't feel right.