"So," said Emily, biting her bottom lip (her nervous habit), and looking back at the Tucks, who were sitting across the hotel room on the couch, "you really all live forever? You can't die?"

"I'm afraid not," said Tuck, sounding tired.

"So…" said Emily. She seamed to be rather fond of that word lately. "Then how old are you?"

Tuck laughed, taking Emily be surprise.

"Honestly, Ms. Emily," he said, with a wry smile on his face, "I have no idea. I've stopped counting."

"Oh," said Emily, feeling stupid. "Right."

"I'm 212 years old," mumbled Jesse under his breath.

Emily looked at him, sure her eyes had widened to at least the size of a quarter. Jesse was two hundred and twelve years old? That meant he had to have been born in… (rapid calculations flashed through her head)… in the year 1795 AD. 1795 AD? That was insane!

"So, Emily," said Mae, her hands clasped together on her lap, "you can understand why we'd be concerned about anyone discovering the secret, of course. People cannot find that spring. It would be chaos. Everyone would want to live forever."

"Fools," grumbled Miles, who had been standing in the kitchenette, facing away from the group. It was the first thing he'd said the entire time. Now, he faced the group again, and walked over, brining a chair. He spun it around and sat on it backwards, facing the group.

"So now you know," he said to Emily. "You can't tell anyone."

"I don't think they'd believe me anyway," said Emily, more to the ground than anything else. She wasn't upset or afraid; she was just in a state of semi-shock. It wasn't everyday you found out your date was immortal.

"Good," said Tuck, but not unkindly. "Now, it's getting late; I wouldn't want your family to worry about you. Jesse, take Emily home."

"Yes sir," said Jesse, getting up from his chair next to the couch as Emily stood. They walked toward the door, but before Jesse could open it for her, a voice stopped them.

"And Emily," said Miles, and his voice sounded almost pleading. "Stay away from that spring. Immortality isn't all it's cracked up to be."

"I know," said Emily. "Don't worry; I have plans that involve growing up."

Miles actually smiled at her.

Emily and Jesse hadn't said anything for most of the walk home. It was too awkward. They didn't want to talk about immortality, but that seemed to be the only thing they could talk about, under the circumstances. Finally, Emily cracked- she couldn't take the silence anymore.

"You know, I don't care if you're immortal," said Emily. "It's not like it's going to change anything! Things are exactly the same, except that I know something else about you, and yeah, maybe in a couple of years I'll be older than you, but things are still the same way they were before, and—"

Jesse turned and smiled at her, and then started laughing at her little outburst. He took her hand, and swung it a little.

"So," he said, "how were things before?"

"Uh…" said Emily, feeling stupid all of the sudden. She hadn't expected him to ask her that. "They were… just peachy."

" 'Just peachy'?" asked Jesse, choking over an unexpected laugh. Then his face grew serious. "You were supposed to say, 'they were amazing Jesse, just amazing, and they'll stay that way, thank you very much'." He cracked a grin, unable to keep up the mock seriousness for long.

"Right," said Emily, rolling her eyes at him.

Jesse made a puppy-dog face. Damn the boy was too cute when he did that! That just wasn't fair.

"Okay!" said Emily, giving up. "Fine. Here it is, then: Jesse Tuck, before I found out you were immortal—"

Jesse shushed her quickly, just incase anyone was around the deserted road to the Foster house.

"Before I found out you were immortal," Emily went on in a hushed voice, "things were amazing, and they'll stay that way, because you're too amazing for them to change."

And to her vast surprise, Jesse blushed, and turned away.

"Uh uh," said Emily, pulled him back around, "there's no way you're getting off that easy, Jesse Tuck."

"Well damn," said Jesse, and then, without any manner of warning whatsoever, Emily was being very thoroughly kissed.

"Well," she said, as he let her go and they both took a deep breath, "being immortal certainly hasn't made you a bad kisser."

"Why thank you," said Jesse, and he took both her hands, and kissed her again, gently.

"Good night," he said, turning to leave.

"Good night, Jesse," said Emily.

Jesse smiled at her, leaned back in, kissed her just one more time, and then turned and ran back down the road into town.

And Emily walked back into her house, feeling slightly dazed, slightly dizzy, and very happy.

A/N: yay for updates and more crazy corny stuff! Oh you all know you like it. XD thankz for all the reviews!