A.N - Warning. Cheesy Fluff ahead. Lol. A tiny bit of angst as well, but that's short lived.

I was thinking of branching out into the dramatic side of things with my next story. What do you think?

Oh, and Emily, see if you recognise some of Paul's lyrics. You should.

Suze Simon's To-Do List :

1. Dance.

2. Rest.

3. Dream.

Chapter Six

Two hours later, at half past nine, I had almost perfected the routine. It was just that damn jump that got me every time. Jesse had been extremely helpful … if not distracting. I hate to blame everything on him, but he was the reason that I kept faltering.

"You're getting better Susannah." Jesse smiled at me whilst trying to catch his breath.

"Thanks." I was equally out of breath. "You're a great teacher."

He smiled.

"You're a great student." He replied. "Hey, have you heard Paul's song? The one that this dance is going to be performed to?"

I shook my head.

"The only reason I've heard it is because I had to try and come up with dance moves for it." Jesse laughed. "Here, listen."

He played around with a nearby stereo, putting in the CD and fiddling with the volume dials.

The hard-hitting, yet so, so cheesy, 'rap' song began its beat, echoing around the studio we were in.

Jesse sat on the floor next to me, his arm brushing my own, as Paul began his vocals.

"Yeah, yeah girl, when I saw your feet, walking along down that long, wide street."

I cringed.

"Yeah," Jesse sympathised, leaning in closer. "I know. But, the beat is good enough, don't you think?"

I nodded my head in time with it.

"Yeah." I agreed. "Great dance beat."

Ignoring Paul's cringe-worthy words, I jumped up off the floor and began going through the dance again, Jesse standing up and instantly falling into sync with me. We mirrored each other's moves, watching each other in the mirror in front of us, before moving towards each other in canon, ending up with me in front of Jesse as we continued the routine.

It was getting closer and closer to The Jump. Yes, it was even capitalised now. I was ready. I felt sure I could do this. Jesse looked at me and nodded enthusiastically. He knew I could do it too.

I took my position, ready to make the run up into Jesse's arms. I let a care free smile form on my face as I ran towards Jesse.

And then, unbelievably, Paul ruined it. By saying the worst, most random line, anybody had ever said in a rap song before.

"Fish! That is my favourite dish!"

I ran into Jesse's chest, bursting with laughter.

"How," I began to ask through my giggles. "Did we get from girl-on-the-street, to fish?"

Jesse's arms banded around my waist as he looked down at me with amusement-filled eyes.

"I have no idea."

His words were deep and husky, his voice taking on a different tone as he leaned his head down towards me. I unconsciously licked my lips.

Oh my God. Jesse de Silva was going to kiss me! Jesse de Silva was going to -

My inner excitement piqued when Jesse's lips touched mine softly.

Jesse de Silva is kissing me!

I gave myself into the kiss, smiling when I felt Jesse's lips smile underneath my own. We pulled apart slightly.

"Wow." I whispered.

"Yeah."

Oh man. His voice, in that tone, was totally irresistible. Much more so than usual.

Then his lips were on mine again and we were kissing happily. Until the buzz of my cellphone vibrating against the floor, made me jump away in surprise.

Paul's cheesy rap song had melted into another embarrassing pop number. Honestly, how was this guy famous?

"You going to get that?" Jesse asked me, making no move to let me go.

"Nah." I shrugged. "Leave it go to voicemail."

Then I pulled him back down to meet my lips. Again.

Being kissed by Jesse just felt, in a word, amazing. So good in fact, that I couldn't even feel the slight pain in my nose when his own occasionally bumped it.

"I should take you home." Jesse said when he pulled away again. "Back to the hotel before Gina starts worrying about you."

He smiled at me.

"Don't worry about Gina," I told him. "She'll be willing to wait up all night to hear about this."

He chuckled.

"Still," he conceded. "It's pushing ten, and it's a half an hour drive. We should go."

"Fine."

I regretfully left Jesse's arms and walked to the entrance of the studio, where I'd dumped my jacket.

My cellphone was revealed when I lifted up said jacket and I picked it up, remembering my missed call from earlier.

I dialled my answer phone.

"You have one new message!" The automated voice cheerfully told me.

"First new message."

I almost dropped the phone in shock when I heard the voice that started speaking.

"Hey, uh, Suze. It's me, Bryce. Uh, I was just calling to arrange our, you know, date, but you're obviously busy, or not answering. I don't know. Just, um, call me back?"

His stuttering would have been endearing, If I hadn't spent the whole night with Jesse, who I was much more interested in than I was Bryce.

"Ready?" Jesse's voice sounded harsh.

"Um, yeah." I replied a little disoriented, pulling my jacket on and slipping my phone into my pocket. "I'm ready."

My smile went unreturned.

"Good." His eyes were almost black. What had I done wrong? "Meet me in the car. I have to lock up."

I nodded wordlessly and left the studio, following the hallway that led towards the front door. The car sitting in the driveway was taunting me, almost as if it knew how uncomfortable the journey back was going to be. I sighed as I climbed into the passenger side.

Okay, think Suze, think. What had I done between the end of our amazing kisses and now? I couldn't think of anything. Except check my voicemail.

My eyes widened as I realised - I swear that a light bulb turned on over my head.

Bryce's message!

I forgot how obnoxiously loud my phone could be. Jesse must have heard every word that he'd said. Bryce asking me out on a date just after I'd kissed Jesse.

Oh God. What if he thought I was some type of slut? A girl who juggles two boyfriends at once for kicks.

I was considering bashing my head against the dashboard to curse my stupidity, but was saved from giving myself a severe headache by Jesse entering the car.

As I'd predicted, he didn't say a word, only turning up the radio in a pathetic attempt to cover up our awkward silence.

When the third Paul Slater song in a row - honestly, he's not even that good of a singer. He's famous, why exactly? - came on I hastily switched it back off, willing to risk the silence.

The bright city lights of Los Angeles had just come into view when I plucked up enough courage to speak.

"I'm not a slut, or anything." I told him, twisting my head around to look at him. "Really not."

I watched Jesse's hands clenched around the wheel.

"I never said you were." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"I know." I shrugged, returning my attention to the windscreen. "Just thought you should know"

Jesse nodded and continued driving in silence.

"And I'm not going out with Bryce or anything." This time I refused to look over at him. "It was just to say sorry. You know, for this."

I gestured to my nose helplessly.

We were nearing my hotel now.

"Really?" He asked, allowing a hint of hope catch in his voice.

"Really." I smiled. "He's just a friend. I have my eye on someone else."

Jesse let out a whoosh of breath before laughing awkwardly.

"Thank God." He admitted softly. "I was ready to overwork Bryce tomorrow, just so that he'd be too tired not to make it on your date."

I gasped in mock-outrage, bringing a hand up to slap Jesse lightly on his shoulder.

"Mr. De Silva!" I scolded.

He chuckled guiltily.

"Sorry, Miss Simon," he countered. "I had to do something to keep you two apart."

He parked in front of my hotel, switching off the engine and turning to look at me in the eyes, showing me how serious he was about everything.

I almost swooned at the practically possessive look in his eyes.

"If you want to do something …" I began.

"Yes?"

"Kiss me."

Jesse smirked.

"Of course."

He cupped his hand around my cheek, idly stroking the skin nearest my temple with one finger as he brought me closer to his lips, capturing them with a fierce intensity. I brought my hands up to run through his dark, curly hair.

"I should go." I spoke in between kisses. "Rehearsal tomorrow."

"You don't have to go," he responded, equally preoccupied. "You're injured."

"It still gives me a chance to see you, though."

I kissed him fully on his lips until he pulled back with a smirk.

"Good plan." He congratulated.

I nodded, kissing him one last time before wrenching myself away and out of the car.

"Good night!" I called through his open window, blowing him a kiss.

"See you tomorrow." He responded, catching my kiss before blowing one of his own.

I giggle as I brought my hand up to catch the kiss and put it in my pocket.

I felt like a pre-teen with her first crush. You know, after the stage where boys had 'cooties' but before things started getting serious. Though I had a feeling that this was going to be very serious.

Waving, I turned and walked into the hotel waiting to hear the sound of Jesse's car as he pulled away from the curb.

The same beautiful receptionist from before was still sitting at the desk obviously having witnessed mine and Jesse's goodbyes. Her mouth was open in shock, an emery board poised at the tip of her nail ready to start filing.

I smiled at her and shrugged in a 'what can you do' kind of way before turning and slipping into the first elevator I could see - that was open, or course.

Hardly noticing the elevator had stopped, or that I had already unlocked the door to my hotel room, I suddenly found myself collapsed on my bed, still on a high from Jesse's kisses - that little misunderstanding in between totally didn't count as part of the night, as far as I was concerned, it never happened.

A flash of white by the hotel room door caught my eye, and I went over to examine it. It was a piece of paper. I shook my head when I read what was on it in Gina's handwriting.

'Remember, call me the second you get in.

-Gina. Xxx'

I glanced at the clock. Quarter to eleven. It could wait until morning.

Scrunching up the note, I threw it in the bin as I crawled under the covers, still clothed in my dance sweats - I had another set, don't worry.

It wasn't long before I fell asleep, my dreams reliving the events of the night, and the possibilities of tomorrow.