pumpkinhead0402: Thank you! And don't worry, the story will be told from Lily's POV and then I'm going to add on to the movie. If she doesn't see, we don't see it. Besides, I don't have enough patience to track down all the line from the movie.

Lovebuggy: Haha, repeat yourself all you want, I love hearing it! Seriously though, thanks a lot. They are cute aren't they?

The Collision of Your Kiss: Two reviews, thank you! Um, I'm pretty sure I gave her some background. Her name is Lily Hastings, she's from San Francisco, she has a grandmother and an older brother, she's a nanny, she wants to be a teacher…okay, maybe not a lot, but there's some! I tend to explain some characters gradually, and she's one of them. You'll find out more as the story goes on. Thanks for the reviews!

Zoe: "LONG LIVE JACKIE MERCER!"---Yeah, that's my mantra. I don't think I have the heart to kill him, but we'll see. Thank you for reviewing.

darkdestiney2000: Haha, me too. And I don't think anyone over the age of six likes Mary Poppins. She was always kind of prissy, wasn't she? "Jane, Michal, don't slouch," etc, etc.

angelofdeadlydarkness0010: While I don't think that's going to happen, I may write a new character for Bobby………Maybe a relative/friend of Lily, maybe a complete stranger.

"Tinkerbell, I'm open!" Bobby yelled across the ice. It was an hour after we'd had dinner and everyone decided to play some hockey. I must admit, I was highly hesitant at first, but I knew I would be teased mercilessly if I didn't try---so I did. And to my surprise, I wasn't half bad. I guess all those summers of rollerblading down Lombard Street weren't a total waste of time.

We split up into two groups: Jack, Bobby, Camille, Amelia were on one team while Angel, Jerry, Daniel, and I made up the other. But half way through Camille started to feel tired and some Hispanic woman that I had never seen before showed up and took her place. Jack groaned when he saw her, and Bobby crossed himself.

"Hey, I'm Sofi," she told me. I introduced myself and then skated over to Bobby and Jack—according to Angel, I had been traded in. Sofi whizzed by, giving me an apologetic look. I honestly couldn't care less.

"She's the devil, Lily. Don't look in her eyes; she might steal your soul," Bobby whispered.

"You don't like her?" I asked, surprised. She didn't seem that bad.

"He hates her," Jack informed me, "And the feeling's mutual," he added after a stern look from Bobby.

"She don't hate me," muttered Bobby.

But Jack shook his head and smirked, "She hates you, Bobby. She hates you from the bottom of your hooves to the top of your pitchfork"

I started to laugh, but one "AHEM!" from Bobby quickly shut me up. Jack glided away from us, and got control of the puck. He gracefully skated towards Jerry--who was serving as goalie--and hit the puck in. I was equally proud and jealous.

"You go, girl!" I heard Bobby yell. I skated over to Jack and was about to give him a hi-five when Bobby stuck his hockey stick in front of me, causing me to fall into Jack. We tumbled down onto the ice, and my eyes were suddenly inches away from his. They were so beautiful, like the ocean.

I don't know how long it was before I snapped out of it. I turned to glare at Bobby, who was smirking and avoiding eye contact with me at that moment.

"Sorry Jack, guess I'm not too good at this skating thing."

"Don't worry about it," he said, his voicehusky. "I'm gonna get some hot chocolat, anyone want some?"

Angel and Sofi nodded, while Bobby and I passed. As soon as Jack left the rink I smacked Bobby on the head as hard as I could.

"You did that on purpose, you dickhead!"

"Language, Mary! We got kids here for fuck's sake!"

I was fuming by now, "Shut up, Bobby, why the hell did you do that? Do you know how embarrassing that was? That shit only happens in movies! It was too cheesy for words!"

"Aw quit crying, he liked it."

"What?"

"You were staring at him, right?" he asked. I nodded. "Well, he was staring back, sweetheart. He could off pushed you off and gotten up but he didn't. Think about that."

I paused. Bobby had a point. "You still shouldn't have done that."

He rolled his eyes, and I could tell I was starting to annoy him. "Fine, Ma, I won't do it anymore."

The words came out of his mouth before he realized what he was saying. Ma. He didn't have a mother anymore. We both just stood there, afraid to say anything. I looked around, Jerry and Camille were skating with the girls on the far side of the rink and Angel and Sofi had left shortly after Jack did, to do God knows what. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jack walking towards us, hot chocolate in hand.

"He's coming back," I murmured. Bobby nodded, clearly shaken. "Sorry," he muttered.

"Forget it. I get the feeling you meant well," I replied with a small smile. He glanced at me and returned the smile.

"Where'd everybody go?" Jack hollered a second later. "I paid for three of these."

"Paid?" questioned Bobby with his eyebrows raised, "I thought you got these free for your, uh, special services."

Jack glared at him, and I laughed out of nervousness. "I'll take one, I guess."

He handed both Bobby and I a cup. We walked back home in silence.

Sorry, it's so short, the next should be longer. Review, please, they make me happy!