Author's Note: As usual, see chapter two's notes for the OC form. Thanks for the responses so far, guys!

Day Four: Jessie x James

That evening, James decided Jessie was the most beautiful she's ever been. Granted, she was beautiful every day (either because she was or because she threatened his life until he believed it), but that day was special. That day, she was getting ready for a winter-themed contest in the middle of town, and in the dressing room, she was standing at the perfect spot.

Her sparkling, blue eyes stared through the eyeholes of her glittery butterfly mask at her reflection in the full-length mirror. She pursed her luscious, red lips and leaned forward to make sure her makeup was perfect. (Of course it was. Jessie said it was, so it had to be.) Her hands, wrapped in white silk gloves, smoothed the front of her sleeveless, orange, sequined gown. She was still Jessalina here, and for that, her hair was in a pair of large, goofy pigtails. It was just that she wanted a little glitz and glamour this time around on top of her usual Jessalina disguise.

James, of course, had a few disagreements with Jessie's idea of glitz and glamour, but at that particular moment, he couldn't voice them. It wasn't because he knew he would be thrown into a wall if he did. This time, it was because the light caught the sequins and the shine of her hair just right, and she looked far from gaudy and beyond just cute. She was gorgeous.

Smiling, James stalked forward from the doorway and quietly wrapped his arms around Jessie's shoulders. She stopped and blinked into her mirror. Her hands lingered on her hips as James rested his chin on Jessie's shoulder.

"James," she started.

"I just want to say good luck," he said. "You look great."

She blinked her blue eyes. "Of course I do."

He leaned into her. "And Jessie?"

"Yes, James?"

"Look up."

She complied, tilting her head back to look at the ceiling. Apparently, someone decided to be funny and hang a sprig of fresh, green mistletoe directly above the worn spot in front of the mirrors. Even if it was a week early and not even related to the holiday the cast routinely shafted, there it was, the universal symbol for holiday romancing.

Jessie found herself turned around with more force than she thought was possible from her partner. Both of his hands were placed on her shoulders, and she could feel their strong grip holding her almost painfully. However, what scared her the most was the look in James's eyes. They were those same, sparkling emeralds he always had, but somehow, they took on an intense, determined fire. Jessie raised her eyebrows as she stared back.

"James?" she asked.

"Jessie, I want you to know I would do anything for you," James told her. "I love you, and I want to be with you forever."

She blinked. "You would do anything for me?"

"Anything!"

"Anything?"

"Anything."

With that, he leaned in and closed his eyes. He imagined that at any second, he would come in contact with Jessie's lips in the warmest, most passionate kiss he would ever feel.

A few seconds later, Meowth approached the dressing room with a pair of freshly polished shoes for Jessie in his paws. However, just before he turned to enter the room, James flew over him and into the wall across the width of the hallway. He slammed into the plaster face-first and hung there in the same way a brick did… which is to say, he dropped immediately with a bang onto the linoleum floor. Seconds later, a prop camera flew after him, smacked into the wall, and fell heavily onto his back. As Meowth turned to stare at James, Jessie calmly appeared in the doorway, bent down, and snatched her shoes from the cat.

"Then, make yourself useful and go bribe some of the judges!" she snapped.

Without even waiting for him to reply, Jessie went back into the dressing room and slammed the door behind her.