A/N: FINALLY! Ugh…this has just been hell to do. Sorry for the wait, I've been swamped (and procrastinated) but now I've got it! Honestly, I'm not too proud of this chapter, but it will have to do. More Stinkie and Jane gooiness to come!

"Stinkie!" Jane exclaimed, startling the passenger beside her seat on the plane. She'd just opened her third bag of peanuts, attempting to eat them for the third time, and just like the two bags previous, she was being prevented. A nasally chuckle whistled by her ear, loud enough for the man beside her to give her strange looks. Jane gave a sheepish smile and brought a peanut to her lips, only to have it fly from her grasp and hit the man smack dab in the forehead. He sputtered and huffed, demanding an explanation. Jane apologized feverishly, saying she wasn't used to flying and was very nervous. The man huffed again, but said no more. Jane felt Stinkie's presence next to her left side in the isle. She made a face and elbowed him, knowing she would go right through him but doing it anyway for the satisfaction. Stinkie snorted at the feeling of her flesh going through him, glad she couldn't see his face. He didn't want her to know how much he enjoyed the sensation.

"Are you going to do this the entire time?" she whispered angrily.

"You asked for it," he shot back.

Indeed, she had. He'd told his brothers all about how Kat had said they hadn't been acting like themselves. Stretch had sneered, declaring he'd 'prove dat fleshie wrong'. That had just been the beginning. Ever since breakfast, the trio had started playing pranks again, more so than usual to make up for lost time. At first, Fatso had been a bit reluctant to play pranks on Jane, but eventually, after much taunting from his brothers, he gave in. Though Jane only received minor pranks from Fatso (like a shoe missing or her packed luggage tampered with), and teasing from Stretch (mostly referring to the lesbian movie they had watched), Stinkie was the one who really went after her. When she was brushing her teeth that morning, he'd made her toothpaste explode. During breakfast, she kept reaching for her orange juice only to find it empty. She would continue refilling her glass but never getting the chance to drink it. The pranks were continuous, hardly giving Jane a break, but she didn't say anything. She knew he needed to prove a point (no matter HOW annoying he was being), and it was that he was still part of the trio. Just because he sort-of-kind-of liked her didn't mean he was going to turn into a little pussy. At least, that was the message he was trying to convey.

Right now he was just coming off as an asshole.

"Stinkie, listen. Could you…I don't know, uh, tone it down a little? Just a bit?" she asked, looking in his general direction.

Stinkie's breath hitched as she locked eyes with him. Her green irises glowed in the soft lighting of the airplane, and her bottom lip, after being bitten, jutted out nicely plumped and reddened. Once again, he was glad she couldn't see him.

"I ain't gonna make no promises," he mumbled.

Jane's eyes lit up in relief, and she said a quiet 'thank you' before turning back in her seat. Shyly, Stinkie mouthed 'your welcome', and floated back to where his brothers were. He knew she hadn't seen him, but it didn't matter. He probably would have said something stupid anyway.

XxXxXxXxX

"Hey! Where're da babes?" Stretch demanded, looking around the empty beach.

"Jane said this was private, remember?" James supplied from his spot on a tanning chair. Stretch sneered, having looked forward to a nice day of scaring.

"Just relax. We have an entire week to do things. Let's just take the rest of the day off to settle down," Dr. Harvey continued, pulling on some sunglasses and stretching out on his chair.

Stretch rolled his eyes and pulled up a seat next to him. Truthfully, he really did want to just lay for a bit. Maybe he would listen to the Doc for once. Morphing some sunglasses as well, Stretch placed his arms behind his head and listened to the ocean. Yeah…he could get use to this.

XxXxXxXxX

"Hey, where're da girls?" Stinkie asked from his tanning chair next to Fatso. The trio and James were all laid out in a line starting from James, to Stretch, to Fatso, and then Stinkie.

"Kat's over there with Casper," Fatso replied, too lazy to even point out the direction.

"Den where's Jane?" he persisted.

"Does it matta?" Stretch snapped, annoyed that his silence was being disrupted. But he also was curious. They hadn't seen Jane ever since they had all left the house. He looked back at said house, taking in it's simple structure. It was a two story wooden beach house containing seven bedrooms, two bathrooms (three others were attached in bedrooms), and a rather large kitchen. Stretch looked up at the balcony and then back down to the side. There was an old shed that didn't look to be used, but earlier he'd seen Jane walk in. Could she be in there?

"Jane!" shouted Kat. The teen stood up from her sand castle and waved into the distance.

The boys all turned there heads.

Jane (apparently out of nowhere) sauntered over to them in a neon green bikini. The trio watched, jaws dropped and eyes bulging. They had seen Jane scantily clad in movies, but real life sure took the cake. Her hair was wet, as if she'd already been swimming, and beads of water slid down her body. They glistened sharply in the sun, and a few natural red highlights began showing in Jane's hair. Her smile was even more brilliant in the bright sunshine as well as her eyes. When she reached them, James was trying not to stare, Fatso was grinning giddily, Stretch wolf whistled, and Stinkie gulped.

Jane sure knew how to grab a guys attention.

"Hey guys, like it?" she asked and spinned in a circle.

"Jane…uh, it's very…nice," James commented, coughing in his hand uncomfortably.

"Fabulous!" Fatso sing-songed, earning a few odd looks.

"Yer hot," Stretch stated simply, grinning and wriggling his eyebrows.

Jane smiled bashfully and looked at Stinkie expectantly. He tried to look her in the face, he really did, but her body was too much of a temptation.

"Uh, b-uh…" he spouted incoherently to her breasts. Then he looked up and found it easier to speak. "Wow."

Jane smiled and Stretch rolled his eyes. Really? That was all he could come up with? But he didn't comment, apparently able to see the simple statement was more than enough to satisfy Jane. His brother never did have good people skills, but at least Jane was the kind of person to enjoy his shyness. Under his sunglasses, Stretch's eyes softened at the interaction between the two. He really hoped Jane would eventually come around for his brother, but these things took time. He knew that more than anyone else, but just didn't want to show it. Otherwise he'd look like a pussy.

"So guys," she began, twisting her hands nervously and biting her lip. "I hate to ask…but…" The boys all sat up, leaning in with suspicious looks.

"Around three can you guys go inside for a bit?" she asked in a rush, unable to look them in the eye because she felt so bad.

"Why?" Stretch questioned in annoyance.

"I went to a surf shop earlier to get this swim suit. I know the people that work there, and well…they had so many questions and wanted to hang out so-"

"So you want the ghosts to hide for a bit," Dr. Harvey finished gently.

Jane nodded but flinched when Stretch shouted his outrage.

"You wanna coup us up in da house even doe da whole reason we even came here was ta get out? What kinda bullshit is dat?"

"Now Stretch, Jane has been kind enough to supply us with a vacation. The least you can do is lay low for a couple hours," James reasoned.

"They'll be gone before dark!" Jane assured, unintentionally pulling a puppy dog face. Stretch snorted his discontent, but after a moment, he eventually gave in. Jane squealed and jumped in excitement, the movement closely followed by Stinkie who was still mesmerized by her body. He wondered what all that bare skin felt like…

"So are you guys okay with it?" she questioned Fatso and Stinkie. Fatso nodded his consent and Stinkie mimicked him. He didn't even know what the question was. All he knew was that Jane's voice was so nice. So was her body. Would she sound different naked in a bed? Pillow talk seemed very appealing right about now…

"Come on Jane!" Kat called in excitement. Jane grinned and ran with her friend into the ocean. Both girls squealed at the cold water. Stinkie watched from his chair as they splashed each other. Casper joined in immediately, and after awhile, so did Fatso. James was next to walk in, reaching only knee deep before being pummeled by a wave. Stretch cackled and floated over to push the doc back down as soon as he was up. Jane, caught up in the moment, snuck up on him and, using her hands, created a water gun and fired in his face. Stretch didn't like being surprised and vowed revenge, effectively running Jane off with the threat of sand in her bathing suit. Stinkie felt awkward just sitting there, so he floated in as well and started picking on Casper. His heart wasn't in it though as he continued to keep an eye on Jane, a strange emotion rearing its ugly head as she bantered with Stretch.

He always gets da girls, he thought bitterly, so distracted that he wasn't able to block a sudden onslaught of water. He sputtered and turned to the source, completely surprised to see Kat standing there.

"Quit sulking," she said simply, her facial features scrunched in annoyance. "I'm tired of you pining over Jane."

Stinkie was about to protest but she cut him off.

"I'm not saying stop, just don't be so damned depressed about it. Look," she pointed to where Jane, Fatso, and Stretch were. The two brothers were laughing heartily at a starfish clinging to her butt cheek. Jane was embarrassed at their jibes, but she was smiling anyway, swept up in all the fun they were having. "You wanna be happy? Then make her happy."

And with that, Kat stomped away.

Stinkie watched as she went ashore to help her dad with a sand castle. Her words had hit him hard, but instead of feeling lighter now that the problem had been addressed, anger built within him. Pining over her? He was not pining over her! So he thought she was hot, big deal!

I'll show'er, he thought angrily. Make Jane happy ta be happy? I don't need a…fleshie ta be happy!

"Hey fellas!" he called to his brothers.

"What?" Stretch called back.

"Let's go scare some locals or some'ten. I'm itch'n ta see some new faces."

Fatso looked reluctant, but Stretch was onboard. Saying not to wait up for them Stretch led the trio away and towards the city. Fatso stole a few glances at Stinkie on the way, puzzled by his younger brother's sudden attitude. But Stinkie paid him no mind, just staring straight ahead with determination.

I'll show Kat, he thought. I don't need Jane ta be happy.

XxXxXxXxX

The sun was just starting to set when the trio made their way back from their haunting. It had been fun, the fresh faces of Florida citizens scared shitless was more than satisfying. Stinkie had even forgotten about Jane for awhile, glad to finally be his old self again. He wasn't angry anymore, but he still wanted to pull at least one more prank on Jane before he backed off. Maybe mess with her shampoo so her hair will turn orange? Nah, he liked it too much to ruin. Turn her water cold while she was in the shower? His cheeks flushed at that one. No, he didn't know what he would do if he saw her naked. Maybe he could-

"Yo Jane! Toss it!"

The trio halted about fifty feet from the beach house, caught off guard by the gruff male voice suddenly cutting through the air. They all glanced to the left side of the beach, surprised to see a volleyball net set up on the previously bare area. On one side of the net was a boy that looked about nineteen. His curly bleach blond hair and dark brown tan made him look like the poster boy for surfer stereotypes. Beside him were two equally blonde and tan girls who seemed around the same age. On the other side of the net was another blonde and tan man, but his hair was cut short and shaggy, and he looked to be in his early twenties. The last stranger seemed out of place, his hair black as pitch and skin pale as snow. While the other two men were nicely built, oddball was scrawny, and a bit on the short side. He looked no older than fifteen.

"Here," came Jane's voice. The trio spotted her laid out on a beach chair a good ways from the game. Stinkie went invisible and moved closer, thinking he'd heard wrong. Did she change her voice? Unbeknownst to him his brothers followed along with similar curiosity.

"Come on and play Jane," suggested the blonde next to oddball. He flashed a set of pearly whites and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Jane smirked, a husky chuckle falling from her lips as she sauntered over to them. She held out the ball and blondie put his hands over hers, pulling so that she was forced to move closer to him. Their chests were almost touching as he leaned down and whispered something in her ear, one hand leaving the ball to lightly trail the curve of her hip. Stinkie barely registered the gasp of disbelief from one of the blonde girls (apparently she was his girlfriend), for a burning sensation had begun to flare in his gut. The spark had been blondie not even attempting to hide his objective. It was clear to Stinkie what the guy wanted, and anger seared through his being when Jane did nothing to show offense. Did she really want this…slime ball? Fatso glanced over at his brother when he felt the air shift and crackle. He failed to hide his smirk at his younger brother's uncontrolled reaction. Erratic breathing, narrowed eyes, clenched fists…yep, the signs were all there. Stinkie was definitely jealous. Really, he was being immature, but Fatso understood. He'd gone through it many times when he'd caught men staring at his wife back in the day. Though, Stinkie didn't have as much practice with controlling this emotion, especially now that it was over a girl. Fatso smirk grew more defined. If only his little brother knew Jane the way he did, he would be able to tell-

"God Brian your such a fucking ass hole! Hope you enjoy him while he lasts BITCH!"

The trio reacted immediately, they're faces darkening and chests puffing up in preparation to act. Quickly they snapped their heads to Jane. All they needed was a little anger and they'd show that lady who was the bitch around here. But Jane didn't even bat an eyelash, barely glancing in her direction before whispering something to Brian. He in turn ignored his now-ex-girlfriend and grinned saucily, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in excitement. The blonde girl screeched something horrid, calling the other girl to leave with her. The younger surfer guy looked annoyed when his girlfriend (?) left, exclaiming to Brian that she'd been his ride here. Jane said something else to Brian that caused him to deflate a little, but not enough to stop a wandering hand cupping her ass. Stinkie's breath hitched as he watched him suddenly bend down, capturing Jane's lips in a kiss. She returned it, but got playful, pulling back and staying just out of reach. Brian's eyes were begging, but more demanding, and Jane held firm in her decision to leave him wanting more.

The trio floated in shocked silence as the two men left.

"What da hell?" Stretch asked in bewilderment.

"Even I didn't see that come'n," Fatso said with a slight chuckle.

His jibe did not help Stinkie's anger.

"Hey Ja-!" he began to call, but a smaller voice cut him off.

"Jane, that was a bit much don't you think?"

Oddball was still there.

Jane wiped her mouth across her arm, sticking out her tongue and gagging to show her disgust.

"Oh god that was gross! Yeah, way too far."

Oddball smiled, his eyes so blue they were almost white. With the sun, he looked blind.

"Need a beer to wash out the taste?"

Jane sat down on the tanning chair and accepted the beer he pulled from the cooler. Taking a swig she made a face, spitting out the vile drink onto the white sand.

"God, how can you drink this?" she choked. "Give me a wine cooler."

Oddball chuckled and handed her one, taking the beer for himself and drinking.

"Indirect kiss," he joked, causing Stinkie (who was now floating invisible about ten feet away) to sneer.

"You're too young for me," Jane smirked. "AND you're too young to drink."

With that she swiped the bottle and laid it outside his reach. He pouted, and Jane's laugh rang out into the empty sky, the light breeze causing it to circle endlessly around Stinkie's head. It calmed him somewhat, enough to notice that Jane was acting…well, like Jane. Her voice was no longer sexually (well, to him, not as much as earlier), and the constant sway of her curves had stopped looking forceful. She wasn't jutting out her chest or biting her lip, and the tension around her was completely gone. So what was-?

"She was acting," came Fatso's whisper.

Stinkie turned to him in confusion.

"Why would she-"

"Because that's how she acts in public. It's a guard, Stinkie, and it's been so long since she's used it. She was a little rusty today."

Still a little confused, Stinkie at least understood one thing. What she did with that Brian guy had not been what she wanted to do. But the image still burned in his mind, and because of that his frustration refused to diminish. Then there was oddball…

"Hey Luke," Jane said with a smile.

"Yeah?"

"How's it going with Shelby?"

Stinkie let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. So the boy had a girlfriend? That's good…

"I'm not gonna lie…we're having a few problems. We had a fight before I got here…" he refused to look Jane in the eyes, and his sadness indicated that he had strong feelings for this 'Shelby'.

"Well what do you expect from dating an older-"

"Age doesn't matter!" Luke snapped, his face scrunching in annoyance.

"Stop pouting, you look like a child," Jane scolded. "Maybe age doesn't matter in love, but what about the law? You're only seventeen Luke, ten years is a pretty big gap."

"It'll be legal next year," he grumbled.

"Yeah, you'll be eighteen and finally move in together."

Luke nodded, a soft smile crossing his face. Jane grinned when he sighed, then sighed herself.

"God it must feel great to be in love."

"What about you?" Luke questioned. "You sound…different. You met someone?"

The trio waited with bated breath. Would she admit something that none of them knew? Spill her guts to this kid of a secret crush? Stinkie was especially hopeful.

"Well there's this…guy I'm kind of staying with."

"Ooo, been hold'n out on me I see," Luke jibed.

Jane laughed before continuing. "He lives with two older brothers actually, they own the place."

Stinkie tried to swallow, but his throat was too dry to even pull down water. What was she going to say? What was she going to say?

"A foursome?" Luke asked making a face. "Didn't know you were inta that kinda stuff."

Stretch grinned at the kids humor, forcing himself not to laugh at Jane's horrified face. What was she picturing right now? The thought caused him to grimace. He may have done some kinky shit in his years, but even he didn't want to think of that. With his brothers? Ugh!

"Gross, incest!" she exclaimed, making a face and shivering. Behind her the trio copied her reaction. "Anyway, I don't know if he…likes me per say, but I know he's attracted to me. I usually catch him checking me out a lot."

Dread filled Stinkie's stomach. She knew he did that? But he was being so careful! Was he really that obvious?

"So he's a douche bag?"

"No, no! He just…I get the feeling that he hasn't been around women a lot. And when I came around…it was just sort of natural to be attracted to me."

"Ooooh, I see. Is he good looking?"

Jane paused in her answer, considering how she felt about his physical appearance. "Well, he's definitely not handsome, but he's cute in a kind of…little brother sort of way."

Stinkie's depression skyrocketed at her words. A brother? That's what she thought of him? But…he was so sure there was at least a little mutual attraction…

"Would you fuck him?"

"Luke!" Jane exclaimed in shock.

"What? Just asking. So, yes or no?"

Jane fidgeted in her seat, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. "W- I don't know! No!"

"You're lying," Luke deadpanned.

Words failed her.

"Jaaaaaane," he warned, and she threw up her hands in defeat.

"All right fine! Yes! I would…have sex with him!"

Luke leaned back on his hands in satisfaction.

"What happened to being a 'little brother'?"

Jane huffed at him. Her hands fidgeted as she spoke.

"Okay, mostly he's like a little brother. But at times…I don't know. Sometimes when I'm near him I get…stirrings."

Luke bit his lip for a moment, leaning back to look up into the sky. Jane followed his lead, her face scrunched up in confusion.

"I think I know why," he eventually mumbled, and Jane gestured for him to elaborate. "I think it's because you're sexually frustrated."

"What?" Jane exclaimed.

"Ever since Tyler you haven't had sex right?"

Jane nodded.

"Well, that's been…what? Three years? Even after you guys broke up you had occasional sex right?"

Jane nodded again, her cheeks burning from memories.

"And from what I remember you telling me he wasn't that great in the sack either."

Jane smacked his stomach, and Luke let out a breathless laugh.

"All I'm saying is that you need a good lay, then you'll be cured."

"But I don't feel that way about his brothers," she grumbled.

"Then you must actually like the guy."

Jane frowned, pondering his statement and taking a swig of her wine cooler. Did she really…like him? In that way? Well, she enjoyed talking to him (when he wasn't being a jerk), and she absolutely adored his shy personality. So…did she…?

"Jane?" Luke whispered.

Jane bit her lip and looked out into the ocean. Her stare was blank but her eyes flashed with confliction.

"I just don't know Luke…I just don't know…"

XxXxXxXxX

Stinkie floated through the halls of Jane's beach house restlessly, passing a few clocks to remind him it was well passed midnight. It felt weird having his own room. Passing the other bedrooms he heard the distinct sounds of Fatso's snoring, and in the next Stretch's. He shook his head in annoyance. How come they could sleep and he couldn't? Didn't feel odd to be sleeping in separate rooms after over a hundred years of sharing one?

But that wasn't the only thing keeping him up.

"All right fine! Yes! I would…have sex with him!" Jane's words rang through his head like an unceasing echo. "…Sometimes when I'm near him I get…stirrings." The very thought that Jane had even uttered those words caused him to have stirrings of his own. But he was still confused. She wasn't attracted to him, but then again she was. She wanted to have sex with him…but then again she didn't. Stinkie's cheeks puffed and many emotions battled to splay across his face. Anger, annoyance, hope, depression, relief…Why were women so complicated?

His conflict was soon forgotten however when a shadow darted around a corner at the end of the hallway. Stinkie tensed and went invisible, floating quickly to catch up. Was somebody up? Was it a burglar? He floated downstairs (his bedroom having been located upstairs) and crossed through the living room, soon entering the adjoined kitchen before halting at the front door.

Jane was sneaking out.

Stinkie followed in silent confusion, wondering where she could be going at this time of night. He shadowed her as she stumbled through the sand, and it soon became clear where she was headed. Jane stopped just outside the old shed next to the house, checking to see if anyone had followed before entering.

It took Stinkie a moment before a thought dawned.

Now was the perfect chance to really scare her! Show her what he was made of! All alone, inside a creaky old shed, completely shadowed in darkness. It was perfect! Up till now he'd only played pranks, but this was his chance to prove his worth as a ghost. Not scary? Pah! He'd show'er!"

Stealthily he entered the shed, taking in it's messy contents. Paint cans, canvases, boxes…perfect. He found Jane kneeling in front of a rusty chest, it's hinges squealing with protest as she gently forced it open. Stinkie waited for a moment before moving in, floating down to the ground and making the rotting floorboards squeak. Jane jumped and whipped her head around in alarm. A moment of silence went by and Jane shook her head quickly. She reached for the trunk again just when Stinkie rattled a nearby box just to the right of her feet. Jane let out a terrified squeak and fell to the side, her breathing shallow and eyes wide. Stinkie grinned and went in for the final blow, tightening his throat muscles and letting loose a guttural growl. He was near the door when he did this, pounding on it for added affect. Jane shrieked in terror, truly believing a monster was just beyond the door trying to get in. Stinkie stopped growling held back laughter as she scurried to the corner, curling into a fetal position and hiding her face. He was just about to reveal himself and make fun of her when he heard it.

Sniffles.

Muffled sobs.

Oh shit she was crying!

Cautiously he floated closer, his elated mood plummeting when he spotted her trembling figure. Jane sat spasming violently as sobs wracked through her body, and he saw that the hands gripping her long pajama bottoms had gone white at the knuckle. Stinkie twitched nervously at the sight.

"…Jane?"

His voice had only been a whisper, but within the cramped confines of the shed he might as well have shouted. Jane's head jerked up at his voice and he cringed at her tear streamed face. Not in disgust though…in guilt. Before anymore was said Stinkie was surprised when Jane suddenly flung herself at him. She clung to his (now solid) ghostly form for dear life, and when he tried to move away her grip only tightened.

"Stinkie! Oh my god!" she exclaimed in broken sobs. But she sounded happy to see him. "Help me! There's something out there!"

Stinkie's stomach (or where his stomach would be) filled with dread. The icy feeling crawled up his spine and paralyzed him. She didn't know…maybe he had a chance!

"Wait…" Jane finally breathed, pulling away to look him in the eye. "Why are you here?"

Stinkie blinked.

"Uh…"

Jane's eyes widened and she let go, a cry of outrage fleeing her lips. "It was you!" she screamed, slapping him across the face in the heat of the moment. Stinkie was shocked into silence, his hand coming up automatically to rub his sore cheek. She sure could pack a punch…Oh crap, she's pissed…

"I can't believe you! Why did you do that?" she questioned, then held up her hand. "And don't give me that bullshit of doing it because you're a ghost!"

Stinkie couldn't look away from the fire in her mossy green eyes, between squinting and her anger the irises darkened to almost black. They were puffy as well from crying, but he didn't care. In her fury, she was completely, and utterly bare before him. Her emotions were raw and totally herself. She wasn't hiding or faking anything.

She was beautiful.

Jane gasped when he suddenly sprang towards her, one hand coming up to cup her cheek. She stared in slight fear at his glowing amber eyes, her breath hitching at their close proximity.

What's he doing?

Stinkie's thumb lightly brushed away a tear.

What's going on?

He inched closer.

What-?

"I'm sorry!" he suddenly shouted into her face and then pulled her into a hug. Jane grunted at his tight grip, her heart racing from the unexpected movement. They stayed in that position for a few moments, and Stinkie's arms didn't loosen until she relaxed. Reaching up Jane awkwardly patted his back, trying to return the embrace as best she could. It was one of the most awkward hugs she'd ever received, and at that moment she almost understood just how lonely he must have been all these years. In life and in death.

Poor guy…she thought, softening slightly. Had she been able to turn, she would have seen Stinkie's face blazing with embarrassment, shame, and hope. Lucky for him he was able to hide it before she forcefully pulled away. He gulped, feeling absolutely see through (not literally) at her intense stare. Finally though her face relaxed, and she slumped as though exhausted.

"I know," she muttered, referring to his apology. "It's just…pranks are okay. But actually scaring me…" she trailed off, wondering if he would listen if she asked him not to do it. He always needed to prove something…but…

"Den I won't do it."

Jane's eyes jerked to his, and she found a seriousness she'd never seen before. In Stinkie's mind, two sides were fighting about what he would say next. His pride was telling him it was too sappy, but his conscious told him it would take him one step further to getting close to Jane. He ignored his pride completely.

"If it makes ya happy, I won't do it."

Jane's shocked expression slowly melted into a warm smile, and before she could stop herself she leaned in to peck his cheek. When she met his eyes, confusion and happiness glimmered before he turned away, his bottom lip jutting into a pout and eyes narrowing in feigned annoyance. She laughed quietly and bit her lip, and idea coming to mind.

"You know, I expect you to make it up to me," she began coyly, her lips pulling into a frown and eyebrows raising.

Stinkie stiffened.

"What?" he croaked, but what he really wanted to say was 'Anything! Just tell me!'

Jane suddenly stood and left him, heading to the door of the shed. But before she left she stopped in front of the doorway. Stinkie's attention never strayed as she looked over her shoulder.

"Bake me something."