Ok, in this chapter, things are going to be slowed down a bit. Trixie isn't going to be all wild and stuff, and Spud isn't going to be acting very stupid. But I will put in some funny parts. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters or the show American Dragon: Jake Long

That Saturday, Jake had to go with his grandpa to train. This was a confidential training day, so Trixie and Spud weren't allowed to observe like they normally did.

Trixie picked up her phone and hesitated before dialing Spud's number. Ring...Ring...Ring...Ri--"Hello?"

"Yo, 'sup, Spud?"

"Oh, hey, Trixie. What's up?"

"Nothing. Jake has training, and since we can't go, would you like to do somethin'?"

"Oh, sure! What'd you have in mind?"

"The playground?"

"Ah. An infamous trip down memory lane?" he replied.

"Spud, quit tryin to sound poetic and get your butt down to the central park playground in ten minutes." she laughed.

He laughed too, and responded with a sarcastic remark of his own. "Make me."

"That was weak."

"Well, that's what you get for calling me at nine in the morning. I'll see you in ten minutes, alright?"

"See ya."

Trixie sat on a swing. the playground was empty. She had left for the park as soon as she hung up th phone, so she had about five minutes before Spud arrived. She swung as high as she could, keeping her eyes focused on the sky. She watched the clouds shift back and forth. Something about it was making her think of Spud. He was always shooting his orange yo-yo back and forth. He hadn't used it as much since he made his Geo Stacey Tracker 3.0. A twinge of bitterness bit at her. She sighed. It wasn't fair. Stacey didn't deserve him. He fell over himself trying to impress her, and she would scream if he even bumped into her. Life sucked. She felt her swing jerk to a stop. She looked forward and saw Spud standing in front of her, his hands right above hers, holding onto the chains.

"Hey, Trix. Sorry I'm late."

Trixie blushed. His face was so close to hers. She looked at him, straight in the eye. His eyes were so innocent. He truly had no idea of the effect that he was having on her right now. His hair was falling into his eyes. She loved that. And it seemed different. It was...

"Spud...is your hair wet?" He hated being outside with wet hair, unless he was swimming.

"Yeah. I basically just got out of the shower like five minutes ago.

Her throat tightened. She really didn't want to think about him taking a shower, especially while his face was so close to hers. She blushed and leaned back, as if she was going to start swinging again, and he let go of the chains and sat on the swing next to her.

"So..." She began, but couldn't think of a sentence to go along with it.

"So..." he repeated her.

"Ok, look, Spudinski, we're gonna do a little heart to heart talk right now. And you know Mama Trix don't normally do that. Cos I ain't down with all that teary stuff. I may be a girl, but I am not girlie, ok? I am Trixie, Queen of the tomboys, and the girl who puts the hip in hiphop." she grinned.

"Ok. And yeah, I know. And technically, you can't really be Queen of the Tomboys. You'd be more like...Queen...King...Ah! You'd be the Quing of the Tomboys!" he beamed proudly.

"Uh..Spud? The Quing?"

"Yes! Awesome, I know. You don't have to tell me."

"Boy, do you want this talk or not?"

"Ok, ok, geez! But you started it." he muttered, crossing his arms.

"Spud!" she laughed.

She stopped swinging and looked over at Spud, who had also stopped swinging. "Why do you like Stacey? I mean, don't get me wrong. It's just that, you're falling all over her and for what? So that she can treat you like dirt. And it just ain't right. You can't let her do that. It's either respect or no deal. I mean, heck, you were better off when you had a crush on the ski lift chair.So why do you like her?"

He shrugged. "Ok, first of all, what me and Lifty had was special! And for the record, it was me that dumped her, contrary to her lies!"

Trixie blinked. Times like this, she wondered why she liked him. But it was part of his charm. She listened as he continued. "And second of all, Stacey's pretty, nice, smart..."

"Spud, no offense but have you seen her report card? Brad gets better grades than she does. And sure she's nice--to her friends! Not you!"

"Yeah, I know." Spud shrugged. "But I don't know. I just like her."

"Why?"

"I just do."

"Well, there are billions of other fish in the sea. And when you've had enough, they'll still be here." she hesitated, and blushed,"And so will I."

He smiled. "Thanks."

She nodded, and started swinging again, trying hard to lose herself in the clouds. Stacey was a very lucky girl. Whoever Spud dated would be lucky. Whoever ended up with him permanantly would be lucky. He'd be a great boyfried, husband, father, uncle, and everything in between. Because he was great.

After about ten minutes Trixie realized that Spud wasn't swinging. She slowed herself to a stop, dragging her feet against the ground whenever she came down. Eventually, she managed to stop herself.

"Hey, Spudinski, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just thinking." he grinned. "You and Jake are awesome friends."

"So are you." She looked at him. He had that serious look on his face. It drove her insane. That's it, Mama. You gotta tell him. You gotta. Now. No, wait! What if it messes up our friendship? Well, what if it doesn't? You have to take a chance? But you're not willing to take a chance! Just try it! No! Tell him! She argued mentally with herself, trying to weigh out the pro's and con's as quick as she could. Finally, she just decided to open her mouth. Whatever came out was what she would go with. A stupid plan, yes. But somewhat reliable. So she opened her mouth.

"Spud, Jake was right." she winced as soon as she said it. Geez! Why did those have to be the words to come out? "Jake was right". If he knows I said that, he's going to go on about how smart he is. Why? Why? Why?

"What?"

"Huh?" she blinked,pulled out of her thoughts by his confused response. "Oh. I said that, um... Jake was right."

"Right about what?"

"I think you know, Spud."

"Well, he's right about a lot of things. I can't really know when you just say, out of the blue, 'Jake was right'." Spud could be so smart when he wanted to be. She really liked that.

"Nevermind." she said. She rocked herself back and forth, pushing off with her feet. She turned her head so that she was looking away from Spud. A long time passed before either of them made a sound.

Did I freak him out? Oh, Trixie, girlie, you scared him! Look what you did! What are you going to do now? What can you do? Think. Think...

Trixie slowly turned her head to look back at Spud. He was staring at her. She couldn't quite read the expression on his face. It was familiar, but she rarely saw it. What was it? She opened he mouth to ask what he was thinking, and his pocket started beeping. Spud stood up abruptly. "Stacey's in central park.!" He pulled the beeping object out of his pocket, the Stacey tracker. He looked at Trixie, who stood up too. "She's here! In the park!"

"So go find her. Talk to her." Trixie forced a smile. "The best way to get someone to like you is to let them get to know you, right? So go. It's alright. Who knows? She might even kiss you or something."

Spud's cheeks turned the faintest tint of red, but he shook his head. "Nah. I came here to be with you. You're my best friend."

And that's it. she thought. She sat back down on the swing. Spud sat back in his swing too. He fiddled with his Stacey Tracker. Trixie tried not to look over, but she couldn't help it. The sight was surprising. He was taking out all of the batteries. He stuck them in his pocket. "As a matter of fact," he threw the tracker towards a trash can, and it made it in. "Forget Stacey. I hope she finds somebody as shallow as her."

"Whoa, Spud, where did this sudden Revelation come from?"

"Well, I guess I kind of always knew it. But I never wanted to admit it, andnobody ever said anything. So when you said it, it was enought to confirm what I had thought."

Trixie nodded and looked away from Spud again. She stared at the monkey bars, not really thinking about anything in particular, except Spud. He glanced over at him. He was staring at her with that look again. Gosh, what is that look? It looks so familiar! "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." he ran a hand through his hair. It was still wet. "Agh, my stupid hair takes so long to dry. I can't stand it."

"You look nice with wet hair. I mean, there's nothing wrong with it bein' wet. You won't die." she forced a grin, though she was in no grinning mood.

Her best friend accepted the compliment. "Thanks." After a few moments, he spoke again. "Trixie, I'm not stupid."

"Wha--I never said you were."

"Oh, I know. But I'm just saying. Because there are some... things that certain people think I haven't figured out. But I want you to know that I have. I did a long time ago."

Trixie was a bit confused, but she nodded anyway. "Things like what? Are you talking about Stacey?"

He just shook his head. Finally, after a moment, he looked over at Trixie. Once again, that unrecognizable expression was on his face. Gosh, what was it? If only he made that face a bit more often, then she'd recognize it. She stared at him, trying hard to read his expression, butshe couldn't figure it out. She shut her eyes, concentrating as hard as she could. It was so familiar! And then it came to her. He always made that face around Stacey. She opened her eyes. Yeah, that was definitely the face. She hadn't recognized it because normally when he made that face, Trixie would get jealous. But Stacey wasn't around for her to be jealous today.

"So, you wanna do something other than just sitting around on our rumpus regions?" Spud jumped up from the swing. "Somethin' like skateboarding?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Trixie stood up, secretly disappointed. The skating park was always full of other people. They wouldn't be alone there. But Spud was right. You could only sit on a swing for so long before you fell asleep.

Spud ran towards the sidewalk, and tapped his foot impatiently. "Come on, Trix, do you have to walk? "

"I don't feel like running." She called back. She heard him give a fake exhasperated sigh before he ran back over to her, no doubt to drag her to the sidewalk. He took hold of her wrist, and she readied herself to be dragged. Instead, he took another step forward, and placed his lips on hers. It was short but sweet, and Trixie looked at him in confusion. Had he serioulsly just kissed her?

He smiled nervously. " Sorry, Trix, but we never did get to do that kiss when we performed that scene for Drama class." Trixie grinned. "Yeah, that was buggin' me too." She leaned forward and kissed him. It lasted longer, and when they finally pulled away, Trixie felt like she was in a daze. He put his arm around her and they walked back to the sidewalk.

"Now then," Spud laughed, "About that trip to Bora Bora..."

Story is almost complete,but not quite.

A/N: Hey, guys, I'm glad you like my story so far. I just want you to know that I am not going to quit writing this story, but we're leaving for about to leave for Kentucky for a family reunion, and I won't be able to update until next Thursday, since I don't have a laptop or anything, (and we'll be gone from the hotel all day, from early morning until late night. It's so muchFUN! ahem sorry.)So I apologize in advance for the delay, but I figure that after the whole internet fiasco, I should leave an explanation so you don't think I quit the story. So I'll see you Thursday, right? Right. C Ya!