Let's start with a fluffy, light-hearted, cliché JxT one to whet your appetites and my creative process. Mixed into some paragraphs my attempt at a little humour, feel free to laugh for the wrong reasons.

Something – The Beatles

Something in the way she moves,
Attracts me like no other lover.
Something in the way she woos me.
I don't wanna leave her now,
You know I believe, and how.

Jay, groggy from his lack of sleep and his early-morning wake-up call, stumbled into the kitchenette of the apartment, flicked on a nearby light and mechanically opened the fridge, took out the milk, closed the fridge; opened the cupboard, took out a bowl, closed the cupboard; opened the other cupboard, took out the cereal, closed the cupboard. This breakfast routine had become so embedded into his body that he could do it with his eyes closed – in fact, he was.

"Ah!" Jay shouted as his chin hit his chest, startling himself out of his sleepy stupor. The milk carton, slowly drooping in his hand, was rescued from any spillage as Jay straightened himself and blinked very widely two or three times in an attempt to repel his sleepiness.

Why had he even woken up this early, he wondered to himself, glancing to the clock glowing on the microwave. 4am, it smirked at him. He slumped into a chair at the table and began pouring the cereal into his bowl. No one should be required to wake up at 4am, no matter what the reason, he thought grumpily. The reason for his waking was still unremembered on his part, which added to his grumpiness. I suppose if I don't remember, I can used this time to get a head start on tracking Cronus, he sighed, as he poured milk onto the tawny flakes in his bowl. Doing anything that was not making himself breakfast seemed very contemptible at present.

His brooding, however, was interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door closing and the sound of water running. Who else would be up at this time? Jay wondered, craning his neck down the hall to the three rooms of his six comrades, as if it would give him a clue. He turned back to his cereal and blinked again, maybe I'm just hearing things, he thought, the house silent once more.

But then the click of the lock and the creak of the door told Jay otherwise as a curvy figure stepped out of the bathroom (I know what you're thinking, but it's not Neil). Staring intently at his cereal, Jay did not notice as it padded down the carpet stairs and onto the cold linoleum of the kitchenette floor.

"Can't sleep either?" it asked Jay, finally averting his attention from what his hazy mind thought were extremely intriguing flakes of bran.

"Oh, I… uh, no, I woke up at this time," Jay replied, looking up at the speaker before quickly looking down again, his eyes wide and his mind completely awake.

His sudden alertness, it seemed, had been brought on by the speaker's attire: her wavy strawberry hair falling loosely to her back could have skimmed the hem of a silky pink negligee – that barely constituted as coverage – had it been just six inches longer.

The speaker glided to the fridge, opening it with grace and taking out the orange juice. "You brought this hour of the morning upon yourself?" she laughed softly at the thought. "Jay, what will we do with you?"

Jay's mind conjured up a couple of scenarios as his eyes followed the girl through the kitchenette, her negligee and the light from the lamp dancing on her form temptingly. Dreaming. You're dreaming, he told himself. There was just something in the way she moved that entranced him.

"Would you like a glass?" she asked, raising hers filled with orange juice to show what she meant.

"Oh, no thanks Theresa," Jay smiled, "I've got my cereal." The tingling heat that had approached his cheeks when he first sighted Theresa was only now fading, though he still had had trouble looking directly at her.

She laughed lightly and moved and sat next to him with a single sweep. Her negligee was reaching dangerous heights on her smooth thigh and the light bouncing off her at just the right angles was threatening to overpower Jay.

There was a beat. Theresa's green eyes sparkled. Jay fitfully gulped down three huge spoonfuls of cereal.

Somewhere in her smile she knows,
That I don't need no other lover.
Something in her style that shows me.
I don't wanna leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

"You spent the whole morning with Jay! Theresa, what do you want me to think?" her best friend laughed as Theresa crossed her arms nervously, pacing their room.

"Atlanta, not that!" she exclaimed, blush encroaching upon her cheeks, "because nothing happened. Really."

"But you wanted it to, admit it," Atlanta said coyly, having too much fun toying with her friend.

"Well…"

"Ha! You didn't deny it! And obviously he feels the same," her cheeky red-haired friend stated.

"How can you be so sure?" Theresa questioned her, but a knowing smile was forming on her lips. She wished there was some way they could both just admit it to each other – if, of course, she was right in her assumptions. "Well, I need to get dressed," she said, raising an eyebrow to her friend.

"Hey, hey, don't let me get in your way," Atlanta snickered, getting off the bed she was sitting on in their shared room and heading towards the door, whispering "but maybe let Jay" as she passed Theresa. This earned her a teddy bear in the head and a mock-offended gasp from her friend as Atlanta giggled out the door.

Theresa inspected her vast closet, rolling her eyes at Atlanta's antics. Today needs to be special, she thought, selecting a shirt that she knew Jay liked and a pair of stylish Bermuda shorts. Pulling them on, she surveyed herself in their – her, Atlanta never used it – full-length mirror. Satisfied, she headed out the door after her friend, hoping to meet Jay.

You're asking me will my love grow,
I don't know, I don't know.
You stick around now, it may show,
I don't know, I don't know.

"You spent the whole morning with Theresa? So, how was it, if you know what I mean," Archie smirked as the other guys chuckled through their breakfasts.

Jay rolled his eyes, "c'mon Archie, it wasn't like that."

"Oh I know. It was just innocent cereal-eating with nothing else whatsoever. Like always, Jay," Archie replied sarcastically, knowing Jay too well.

Laughter filtered down from the girls' room as Atlanta rounded the door frame, hunched from a fit of giggles. Straightening up and taking a deep breath she smiled to her team mates, the laughter still in her eyes. "Hey all," she said to the various "mornin's" and "heys" that greeted her. Archie sat down smugly.

She approached Jay and leaned in with a smile. "Theresa said she needed to see you, she's just getting dressed now," she told him. Jay looked confused. What would Theresa need to see me about? I just talked to her. But Atlanta had already headed into the kitchenette and gotten the milk from Archie by ruffling his hair. I guess it's important, he concluded.

At that moment Theresa walked down the stairs for the second time that morning, and this time Jay saw her immediately. She had on a light turquoise shirt that Jay always loved on her and her long legs were lengthened by black shorts. If he had had a choice he would have stared at her all day, but Jay remembered what Atlanta had told him.

"Theresa!" he said, moving over to her. Her smile was bright as he approached. "Can we walk?" he asked, nudging his head in the direction of the door.

"Uh, sure," Theresa replied, a little confused but flustered and following him anyway. When they exited Atlanta grinned to herself.

"Well, well, I wonder what's going to happen?" questioned Herry bemusedly to the air.

"Stick around and you may just see," said Atlanta with a pleased look.

Something in the way she knows,
And all I have to do is think of her.
Something in the things she shows me.
I don't wanna leave her now.
You know I believe and how.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Jay asked with all seriousness once they had left the house.

"…Uh, what?" answered Theresa, taken aback. She had been expecting something very different to come out of Jay's mouth.

"Atlanta told me you wanted to see me," he said, wondering if he had been misinformed.

"Oh… right," said Theresa, catching onto her friend's plan. "I um, I can't remember, I don't think it was anything."

"Well as long as it wasn't important," Jay remarked. "I was worried you'd had a vision or something."

Theresa laughed. He loved her laugh, a waterfall of cascading notes ending with a misty breath. "No, I'm sure it wasn't anything that serious."

Jay looked down at the girl who presently had her arm looped in his. The faint fragrance of flowers and citrus emanated from her hair, whose soft copper waves shone golden in the sunlight of the street. Her delicate features were focused away from him but her face turned and her green eyes smiled at him as an idea formed in her mind.

"Come on," she said, veering off the sidewalk and onto the grass beside, bee-lining through blossoming trees. "I want to show you something."

Jay stumbled, disconcerted by the sudden change in direction and the fixed pull on his elbow. Theresa's hand then slid down his forearm into his, causing his skin to tingle as she led him excitedly to their destination.

"Here," she proclaimed, stopping abruptly and having Jay stumble into her.

"Sorry," he said, righting himself and catching Theresa by the shoulders to stop her from falling. The scent of her hair now mixed with the aroma of honeysuckle blossoms and in his periphery he heard the trickling of a fountain as he raised Theresa back to standing.

Theresa's eyes seemed to glow into Jay's with emerald light and captivated his senses as she straightened into his embrace. He noticed how close they were, both of her forearms resting gently on his chest while his arm was wrapped around her shoulder.

Theresa leaned in and caught his lips with a spark of a kiss, smiling into his eyes. Jay didn't have time to be startled before a second kiss ignited his skin and caused his world to spin, every colour, sound and smell blending into a mélange of sensations behind his eyelids. His head was pounding with the echo of his heart as his mind tried to interpret everything, but one thing was undeniably clear: Jay did not want to leave her now.

fin.

Aw yay. Okay so the ending was a little abrupt but it was long enough already! Stay tuned for the next song, and review! xD