Hi guys, I'm back. Hope you like this one. It's kind odd, well that's my opinion anyway. Also I gave fem!Cheslock a first name, it's Jessamine. If anyone has any suggestions for a first name for Cheslock or Clayton I'd love to hear it because I'm probably going to want to call one of them by their first name at some point.

Slightly AU.

Enjoy!

To Do:

Lawrence Bluewer had met Gregory Violet's half-sister Jessamine Cheslock once or twice before and thought her odd. She didn't look, act or dress the way young ladies were typically supposed to do but according to Violet she was such a good musician, seamstress and cook that she was allowed her eccentrics, artists were strange, they just were, Violet himself was proof of that.

Aside from (or perhaps because of) finding her odd, Bluewer quite liked Cheslock, as she was commonly known, she was witty and bright and not afraid to speak her mind which was generally frowned upon in women but he found it refreshing and it seemed to keep her happy so why not?

So when Bluewer was warned by Violet that if he stayed over during school break (to work on a project with Violet) Cheslock would likely bother them a lot he wasn't too worried.

That was until he saw her again for the first time in over a year.

Shit! She wasn't a little girl anymore, perfect skin, long dark hair, pouty red lips and dancing purple eyes. She definitely didn't look how he remembered her and from the second she saw him her face lit up in a huge grin, "hey Bluewer!" She said cheerfully, stopping her ascension up the stairs above him, her violin tucked under one arm.

She placed her violin on a nearby side table and quickly descended the stairs until she was standing in front of him, "nice seeing you again, it's been a while. You look good." This fairly innocent statement was accompanied by a sultry smirk that made her words seem far less innocuous.

They shouldn't be standing here like this, Violet had gone to get his notes for the project and no-one else was in the room, it wasn't proper. Still, since she was here with him it would be rude not to continue the conversation, right?

"So do you," Bluewer said truthfully, making Cheslock's smile widen.

"Thanks." Was that a blush on her cheeks? Suddenly she seemed shy, "I should go, I have violin practice to do and it looks like you have work to do too."

Bluewer blinked, taken aback, "certainly," he said hesitantly, "I wouldn't want to keep you from your music, nice seeing you again."

"Yeah, you too."

Cheslock beat a hasty retreat, which was weird for her, weirder than normal, at least. A second or so later Gregory reappeared.

"Shall we?" He held up their work.

As Bluewer followed him, he noticed a piece of paper, folded into quarters lying on the ground at the bottom of the stairs, he was sure it hadn't been there before, the room had been impeccable. Maybe Cheslock had dropped it? It was probably sheet music, knowing her. He picked it up and shoved it in his pocket, he'd give it back to her when he saw her next and if it wasn't hers chances were that she would know what to do with it anyway, but for now, he had work to do.

Unfortunately he forgot about the paper until he got changed for the night, shrugging he put it on his bedside table and decided to give it back in the morning.

Now Bluewer was assuming the paper was sheet music, knowing Cheslock but in case it was a love letter or something personal he hadn't looked, but during the night the paper unfolded and after he slipped his glasses on, he caught sight of something on the paper.

His name.

Now, normally Lawrence would never dream of going through a young lady's things but he wasn't sure a saint would have the willpower to let this go, especially when the young lady in question was Jessamine Cheslock, and he was no saint.

He unfolded the paper and glanced at it curiously, it was a list, more specifically a 'To Do' list, it consisted of mostly basic things; finish embroidery, learn current piano piece, visit friends, and his name.

Okay, now Lawrence was confused, what did 'To Do' mean when his name was involved-oh…

His cheeks heated even as he told himself that by 'do' Cheslock probably didn't mean physically.

But what if she did though?!

Well that was slightly flattering and highly inappropriate, they weren't married or even engaged, Hell, they weren't even courting. Surely she meant something else, maybe he'd ask her when he gave it back.

Lawrence's snickered, there was not a chance in Hell he was asking her to elaborate on what she meant by that. He didn't have the guts, he'd just pretend he hadn't seen any of it, he shouldn't have looked in the first place, regardless of what it said.

He found her on the stairs again, she looked slightly distressed wringing her skirt in her skirt in her hands and muttering to herself as she peered in all the nooks and crannies in the room.

She was looking for something, and he was pretty sure he knew what.

"Lose something?" He asked, making her jump.

"Yeah," she admitted eventually, after a couple of seconds of staring, "just a piece of paper."

He held up the folded sheet of paper he held, "this piece of paper."

It was almost funny how Cheslock froze, her body going perfectly still, her hands clenched on her over-ruffled skirts. "I, um, how much of that did you read?" She asked almost timidly, definitely with something like a guilty conscience.

He'd been meaning to avoid the issue but looking into her dark purple eyes Bluewer found he couldn't lie, "why was my name on this?" He asked gently, he understood what she'd meant by that, or at least he thought he did, what he didn't understand was, why him?

Now Cheslock determinedly avoided his gaze, but she was never one to be anything other than brutally honest so it wasn't long before she mumbled quietly, "because I like you."

'Because I like you,' the words rang in Bluewer's head, never had he considered there may be attachment behind her cheekily written words, he'd thought this was a joke born from -maybe- physical attraction or even just availability, it looked like he'd been wrong.

He held out the list, she plucked it from his fingers, ripped it in half and shoved both halves into the sash at her waist.

"So." She said into the silence.

"So." He repeated and immediately wished he hadn't, she'd just told him she liked him, was that really the best he could come up with?

"I'm not going to apologize for writing something so 'unseemly'," she quoted the words with pale fingers and a dismissive curl of her lip, "it's stupid that young women aren't supposed to have any sort of physical wants. And desire?" An unladylike snort, "forget it! But I'm sorry if I, uh, made you uncomfortable or put you in a difficult position or…something..." She trailed off, words had never been Cheslock's forte, he knew that much about her.

He wasn't totally sure how to answer that, he wasn't uncomfortable and he agreed with her about the wants and needs of women, they were human too, why should they pretend they weren't? But he couldn't get over the fact that she liked him, in any sense of the word?

Why would she? He was the very definition of the word 'bland' and she the very definition of eye-catching.

"You can just forget this ever happened," she said, turning away, "I'll see you around. Or not."

Okay, there was no way Bluewer could let this go, he had no idea why Cheslock would like him but since she did he knew he would be a fool to let a girl like that walk away.

"Hey, Jessamine?" He called.

She turned slowly, "yeah?"

"Maybe…" he blushed and hurried on before he could lose his nerve, "maybe I could be first on your dance card at the next get together?"

A smile slowly lit up Cheslock's face and she nodded, "a dance. Yeah, I can work with a dance."

Done. Bye!