Hello Everybody,

Thanks for the reviews. I really appreciate them. Yes, I play cello, and have done for around 7 years now.

I hope you like this chapter. I was reading some other Kim/Jared stories, and I thought, maybe I should make my Kim more different, or introduce a story line that nobody else has done? What do you guys think?

I don't own anything, but my friend owns a pair of shoes she bought last night.

Chapter 18: Hot water now!

You only hold me up like this,

'cause you don't know who I really am.

Sometimes I just want to know what it's like to be you.

(Fall Out Boy-Of All The Gin Joints In The World)

"Kimberley, where have you been?" snapped my mother.

Oh dear, I was in for it now.

"What on Earth are you wearing?" she continued.

Oh. I'd forgotten that I was still wearing the pyjamas that Emily had given me.

"Who was that boy I just saw drive away?" asked my father.

"I'm sorry, Okay? I just...lost track of time at Emily's. We were chatting, and she's really nice. These are just some pyjamas she lent me, and the boy you saw was... Jared" I explained.

"Jared was it?" my mother asked. "You were spending time with Jared? He's no good for you; he's in Sam Uley's "gang". He's nothing but a troublemaker. I don't care what the elders say about them. There're nothing but trouble. You're forbidden to see or speak to that "Jared" boy again, you hear me?" She asked.

"I hear you," I said dejectedly. "But he's my history partner. I have to talk to him to get a good grade" I protested.

My father butted in with a: "Kimmy, you're too young to be thinking or talking to boys. You can only talk to him about history, and that conversation should be supervised by either your mother or I. Understood?"

"Understood" I mumbled, and then ran up to my room as fast as I could, shouting down the stairs "I'm not a baby. You never want me to get a boyfriend. You don't even want me to have a life outside school. I'm seventeen. I'm old enough to have a boyfriend. You don't get me." I shouted.

I ran into my room, and slammed the door hard, and flung myself down onto my bed.

There, I started to sob.

It wasn't fair. Everyone else I knew that was my age could have boyfriends or girlfriends. I just wished my parents would stop treating me like such a baby. I'm seventeen, and I was free to do what I wanted with my life.

In fact, I was hoping that as soon as I had saved up enough money, and was eighteen, I would be able to move into my own place. Perhaps... perhaps with Jared.

It had never occurred to me before, that I might actually get the chance to live with Jared, but now I knew we were soul mates, it seemed very possible.

The thought that I may someday be able to have a house with Jared cheered me up, and stopped the flood of tears cascading down my face.

There was a knock at my window. There, perched on the ledge, was Jared, framed by the moonlight streaming through the window. He had never been more beautiful.

"Jared" I squealed, and flung myself into his arms. I was flinging myself around a lot today.

"Hi, Kim" he said, and inhaled deeply into my hair.

"What are you doing here?" I asked hurriedly.

"I came to see how you were doing. Supernatural hearing, you know. I heard the fight, then the crying. Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes, Jared. I'm fine now. You have to go, before my parents catch you and call the police." I whispered.

"Alright, Kim. I love you."

"I love you too, Jared" I replied, and at that, he gave me a quick kiss, and was swiftly out my window.

Hello, guys. Kim has just endured the wrath of her parents. She's still wearing the "Hello Kitty" pyjamas. He he.

Thanks for reading,

Lots of love,

Deany-Bob101