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Jeanette took a step back, shocked. Was this still Simon? He was making a move on her. Hugging her, for no reason other then her saying a few simple sentences. She waited, hoping that Simon would explain his actions.

"Jeanette?"

"Yes, Simon?" Asked Jeanette, finally finding the power of speech again.

"You, uh," Simon was stumbling over his words, "You're a uh. I mean, I was, we. I mean, uh, Jeanette…"

Jeanette giggled, she couldn't help it. The fact that Simon was so nervous as to talk to her. She couldn't help it.

Simon was doing a horrible job speaking, his tongue felt to big for his mouth and all of his words mumbled together. Then Jeanette giggled, it sounded like a chorus of angels, the room seemed a little bit brighter and Jeanette looked like she had fallen straight from heaven.

His mind was set. That one tinkling laugh did it for him. Simon knew what he had to do. "Jeanette," he said, "You're the most beautiful girl in the world. Even without that glitter on your face you sparkle like the stars. Even without talking, you sound like a symphony of angels in my head. Even without seeing you, you are stuck in my head all the time and I can't get you out," Simon stared her deep in her purple eyes, "I don't want you out."

Meanwhile, Alvin was still recovering from the kiss Brittany planted on him. A simple touch, just on the cheek, it wasn't that big a deal, but to Alvin it was like Christmas, the Fourth of July, Halloween, his birthday, Easter and definitely Valentine's Day all rolled together. He looked over at Brittany, she was still glancing back and forth from the movie to him.

"Didn't you say you were going to get pop-"

Alvin cut her off mid-sentence. It was the only way he knew how to express himself at this point. Simon could charm girls with poetry, Theo could bake them a cake, but Alvin was known for his abrupt and public displays of affection.

Inside Brittany's head, fireworks were going off, a parade was marching down a street. A giant sign that said Alvin was all lit up and glowing. She had won! And winning felt good.

Theodore didn't know what to do when Ellie had leaned in and hugged him. He was still a little confused. All he knew was that it was good, he liked it he liked it even more then he liked chocolate covered strawberries. Or peanut butter and jelly. Or pound cake. Or… ok he liked it more then all his favorite kinds of food put together, you get the idea.

"Theodore?" Ellie whispered in his ear, breaking the moment.

"Yeah, Ellie?"

"Well," she sighed, getting her thoughts lined up for what to do next.

"Yeah?"

"Well, I think that you're a cutey…"

Yes! She called him cute! Theo wasn't sure why he was so happy about hearing this, he didn't even know if he liked Eleanor. Well, Romeo only knew he loved Juliet because he thought he loved Rosaline, but Theo didn't have anything to compare.

Was Eleanor his Juliet or was she Rosaline?

"I like you, Theodore."

"Ellie," he said, looking into her big green eyes, "I like cake."

Eleanor paused for a second in disbelief. Then she took a strp back, crossing her arms "Oh."

"I like cake, Ellie," he said stepping closer to her, "Because you make it, it reminds me of you. And I like you a whole lot more then cake." Theodore embraced the little chipette, holding her close to him. Eleanor had a small smile on her face as she closed her eyes and sighed contentedly.

Theodore knew then: she was definitely Juliet.