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Chapter Six: A Certain Romance

A/N: So I know that you all hate me for updating this story, and pretty much all of my other ones. But I've been busy! Don't blame me... blame my schoolwork. Anyway, new chapter! I hope you like it...so, as you might have been able to tell it's most definitely a Pippa/Jay story now. Sorry for all the Pippa/Wentzel lovers out there!

Pippa walked slowly up the stairs to her apartment. She felt better, lighter even, than she had before. She'd felt as if her relationship with Jay had been backstabbing Wentzel. But now...everything was clear. Everything was perfect. Everything except the relationship she had with her mother. A year ago, the two had been almost as inseparable as she and Jay had been. It was when Amy had begun to date Harley... Pippa cringed while thinking about her mom's new boyfriend. She barely knew him, yet she hated him.

"Pippa!" Jay's exasperated cry made her look up as she reached the last step. He was standing in front of her with a nervous, yet wild grin on his face, a hand on his head as he stared down at her. "You're home!" She was clutching railing with one hand, trying to ignore the pain coming from her other wrist and shooting randomly in her back. The wind toyed with her long blonde hair and she grinned.

"Yep...sorry I left I just had to go see We-" He cut her off abruptly by kissing her, her hand freezing for a moment before snaking up his neck. He broke off from her to kiss her neck, and she let out a giggle as she took the last step up. "Jay...Jay, stop it. Jay...Jay, that tickles! Stop!" Jay stopped kissing her long enough to wrap his arms around her waist and come level to level with her, peering into her eyes.

"How about we go somewhere?" He suggested, and she smiled, only faltering slightly when he pressed down too hard on one of the cuts on her back. "We could go to the shop, we could go get something to eat..."

"Sure. Let me just go grab my bag from inside," Pippa gently moved him out of the way to get into her house only to have him jump in front of her again. "Jay, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm...just...so happy you're here," He was lying. She could tell from the way his eyes here pouring eagerly into hers. Jay, unlike others, looked you completely in the eyes when he lied and avoided your glance at other times. Pippa jutted out her hip, rolling her eyes and trying to push past him again. "Pippa, no!"

"What are you trying to hide from me?" She asked him, her mind instantly jumping to the most bizarre of situations. Jay had another girl in her apartment. She was lying half-naked on the couch. They hadn't even been together for one day and he was already cheating on her. Pippa shook her head, trying to push past him again. That was highly impossible. Jay wasn't stupid enough to bring another girl into his best friend/girlfriend's house, no matter what most people thought. "Jay..."

"Pip, trust me. I know that you don't-" Her wince cut him off as he moved his hand to her wrist. That wrist. His grip had been too hard to ignore. "Oh...shit...Pippa, are you okay? Pip?" Jay's face had dissolved from lying into worry in an instant. Stupidly enough, he hadn't let go of her wrist yet. "Pippa?"

"Jay!" She coughed, moving her hand to swat at his. He immediately let her go, watching as her knees gave way slightly. Luckily, she had enough composure left in her to catch herself. "Holy tight grip, man."

"Sorry..." He said slowly, almost as if he was putting the pieces together. Pippa dropped her eyes, pushing past him again while gently rubbing her wrist. He doesn't know. He's only seen the bandages. You can lie your way out of this one Pippa. "Pip, where are you going?"

"Going to get my bag Jay...seriously. Why are you so worried about me going in there?" Pippa turned to send an odd look his way before turning the doorknob as he let out a startled cry.

"Don't!"

Empty. The living room was exactly the same as it had been when she left. Jay landed beside her, catching his fall by grabbing the door frame. He was breathing heavily, as if she would discover some horrible secret locked away somewhere. Pippa's green eyes traveled to him again.

"Are you okay? Or am I going to have to send you back to that white-jacket hospital Jayboy?" She smiled lightly at him as his brown eyes flew wildly around the room, a stringy piece of blonde hair falling in front of his eyes. "One second. I'll grab my bag and we can go out...okay?"

"Oh...okay...sure...take...take your time," Jay gasped, leaning against the doorframe again. "Don't...don't know what I was thinking. Sorry..."

"It's okay. Just don't let it happen again," Pippa offered him one more smile before walking towards her room. Truthfully, the last thing she wanted to do was go out. She was tired after being up and worrying for most of the night, and a nice long bath seemed so appealing. As long as she kept her bandages and cut out of the water...

Pippa tiredly swung open the door to her room, sliding her feet on the cold, carpeted floor. The sunny air was climbing in through her window, making the small mauve room drafty. She toyed with a piece of hair while sauntering to her bed. No, her desk. The top of her dresser. Where had she left her bag? The things she needed to go out were all in that slouchy canvas bag.

"Jay?" She called quietly, clearing her throat when she realized he probably hadn't heard her. "Ja-"

"You called?" He was standing at the door, watching her with a relieved smirk on his face. She smiled back at him, running a hand through her long blond hair. "Can't find your bag?"

"I could have sworn I put it down...oh, wait," One of her favorite lipsticks was in that bag. Her mother, being her mother, loved it as well. "It's probably just in my mom's room." His face lit up in alarm as she walked quickly past him and into the hallway. "One second."

"Pip, do you really need that bag?" Her cloudy gray eyes went wide at his words. She stopped suddenly and swiveled around, her long hair spreading across her shoulders. "I mean...I've got some cash from Donny...I can always buy something for you. Or better yet, we can go to Sid's house and he can buy something for you."

"You're doing it again," She ignored the money comment, knowing full well that he was only lying. Jay's brown eyes bored holes into her face and he remained lip tight.

"Doing what?"

"That."

"What?"

"Jay! Stop it..." Pippa mumbled, rolling her eyes and turning around. He was just being annoying, like the several thousands of previous times he had been. She smiled lightly to herself as she thought about that. That was one of the things that made him Jay Adams. The boy she, Pippa Vardon, was in love with. That feeling felt better than any kind of cut on her arm. "It should be..." She trailed off as she opened the door to her mom's room, her head tilting to the side. Jay's sharp intake of breath made her glance back at him quickly before she stepped into her mom's room. "Right here." On top of her mom's dresser. Exactly where she had thought it might be.

Jay appeared at the doorway seconds later, his eyes wide and relieved. She was holding her bag in one hand as she stared at him oddly, a smirk on her face.

"What's your problem? You think I don't know my own house?" Pippa teased, taking the few steps necessary to get to the door. "Jay...what's wrong?" She stopped short in front of him as he stared wordlessly at her, a large grin coming onto his face. He laughed nervously and shrugged, his arms falling around her after he stretched.

"I really don't know," He laughed, his eyes glancing down at her lips. "I really...want to kiss you."

"Then kiss me," The warmth that filled her body when he did was not natural, but something she'd been feeling since the first time he had kissed her. When he'd saved her...soaking wet in the middle of a sandy bank. The perfect story to tell kids and grandkids and so forth...

A large bang interrupted their kiss. Pippa could have sworn she felt Jay freeze up against her a millisecond after it rang through her house. She pulled back to give him a quizzical warning, another loud noise coming from the bathroom.

"Pippa-"

"Stay here."

"Don't you think it's better if I check it out? What if it's a robber?"

Amy had been in here with her boyfriend. That fact almost relieved Jay as he realized he wasn't going insane. But the fact that Pippa was reaching for the bathroom door handle made his panic alarm go off in his head. She had already suspected something of being somewhere, with his large paranoia following them around like a looming shadow, and just until a few minutes ago, she'd been convinced everything was fine. Now they were both going to have to face the fact that her mom was doing it in the bathroom of all places.

"Jay - shut up..." Pippa trailed off as the door swung open to reveal a scene Jay had most certainly never wanted to see in his life. He had walked in on Donny and his mom having sex one too many times too be too grossed out by that sight...but this was something new. He averted his eyes quickly, reaching forward to pull Pippa away from the door. Amy shrieked, Pippa gasped, and the rough looking man who was more than likely Harley was wide-eyed. "Holy shi-"

"Pippa, let's go. Pip!" Jay mumbled, grabbing her by the shoulders and leading her out the door. She didn't struggle at all and just seemed to walk as quickly as he was. He waited until they were at the bottom of the apartment stairs to stop her. "Are you okay?"

She didn't reply right away. She wouldn't even look him in the eye. She just stood there with a stony face, her arms crossed, and a vacant stare deep on her face. After a second, she frowned, letting out a sigh. She doesn't know what to think. Unsure of what she wanted him to do, Jay did the only thing he knew would work. He wrapped his arms around her torso and stood there with her. Her face was buried into his face, and he almost didn't hear the words that came out of her mouth.

"Thank you for trying to hide that."