Chapter Seven

**Seana's POV**

It was 9:15 PM on Friday, and the girls were asleep in their bedrooms. I sat on the couch, thinking about Monday. I was just so shocked that Jeff had been so obnoxious with those kids! And wow, what he said… I was just amazed. I had never felt so good in my life. After he had left that day, I had wanted to call my mom and tell her all about it. I wanted to go on and on about how I was in love and how I couldn't believe my life. But I couldn't. I hadn't been able to since I was thirteen. When I was thirteen, my parents died in an airplane crash. They had been going on a trip for their anniversary, and their plane ended up crashing. Since then, I lived with my aunt Josie, but we were never that close, so I moved out as soon as I could.

I closed my eyes and smiled. Jeff was so perfect. I never thought my life would turn out this way, where I had just about everything a girl could dream for.

Pmmf. I whipped my head in the direction of the sudden noise. Pmmfffff. I searched the dark room, my eyes wide with fear.

"Seana?" I heard Rachel ask. I was suddenly extremely relieved.

"Ohmigosh." I took a breather. "Yes, Rachel?" I asked kindly.

"I can't sleep!" She wailed.

"Rachel, it's okay. Do you want a glass of water? Maybe I could read you a story?"

"Okay," was all she said. I brought her into the kitchen where she got a glass of water. When she finished drinking it all, we walked up to her bedroom. As I stepped in, I glanced at the Pepto Bismol-pink walls. They were plastered with various Hannah Montana posters, and a few Demi Lovato ones.

Rachel scampered over to her bookshelf and pulled out a book. "Read me this one!" she said, smiling. I looked at the cover.

"Cinderella," I read, as Rachel climbed onto her bed. "Once upon a time…" I began. I read her the story, and before long she was sound asleep. "Good night, Rachel," I whispered as I turned off the lights and crept out of the room.

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It was Wednesday, and I was in my room, getting ready for my date with Jeff. Chloe was at my condo helping me, and we had about 30 minutes left.

"Chloe, how should I do my hair?" I asked impatiently. We had already decided I should wear my cream-colored Alice + Olivia Cheryl silk drawstring blouse and some dark Seven pencil jeans. We had also decided that I should bring my green Valentino Paillette-embellished tote bag and that I should wear my cream-colored Casadei Women's 2033 Sandal heels to match my top. We had even decided my makeup should give a "rosy glow". But we still hadn't decided how to do my hair, and we only had 30 minutes.

"Ummm…" Chloe thought out loud. "How about… a ponytail?" I tried. "No, too casual." I said.

"Uh… half-up?" she suggested. I thought about it.

"Sure!" I said, doing my hair in the cute style. Suddenly, there was a knock on my door.

"Oh no, he's here! I'll stay in your room and leave once you two have gone." Chloe said. "Okay. Thanks Chloe, for your help!" I said, while hugging my best friend. "No prob. Have a great time!" she said, while playfully punching me in the arm.

I walked out of my bedroom and opened the door to my condo. "Hey babe!" I said, smiling. I hugged Jeff and he kissed me.

"Ready to go?" he asked. I grabbed my bag and we held hands. "Now I am!" I said cheerfully.

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I took a sip of my Cherry Coke and smiled. Jeff and I were at a restaurant and having a great time.

"So, Seana…" Jeff said. "I, uh, thought of something, but I wanted to ask you what you thought."

"Okay…?" I said. "What's your big idea?"

"Well I was thinking… maybe you'd want to… move in with me?" he asked, looking me straight in the eye. His expression was one of hope; but behind that hope I could tell he was scared too; scared of my reaction.

I sat back in my chair, shocked. Wow, I really didn't know what to do. I absolutely loved my condo; it was just the right size, it was pretty cozy, and it reflected me. It was my dream condo. But… I really loved Jeff. Wow, I could have a chance to actually live with the guy. No more needing to set up dates to hang out. No more get-togethers just to be able to see him. I sighed. I'd have to think about this one.

Jeff could see that I was uncomfortable.

"Ah, baby, it's okay. You don't have to make the decision right now." He said, smiling nervously.

"No, babe, I want to live with you; that would be amazing. But, and I'm going to sound selfish here, I really love my condo, and I haven't lived there for too long either."

"Oh, well we could live in your condo, then! If that's okay with you, love. I'm willing to do that."

"But hun, what about your house?" I asked.

"Sweetie, my dad gave me that house. It used to be his old guesthouse, remember? If I ask him to keep it for me I know he will. So what do you say?"

I thought about it. I really thought about it. It wasn't that bad of an idea, you know? I mean, sure some of the things in my condo were "private" but I mean, Jeff was my boyfriend, the man I loved and planned on eventually marrying someday. I finally made my decision.

"Baby," I said, turning to looked at Jeff, "I'd love for you to move into my condo with me."

Jeff smiled and leaned in to kiss me. When we kissed, it was like never before. Sparks flew and I'm sure everyone in the restaurant saw them. I leaned in more and kissed him right back.