A/N: I'm makeing up the name of Shannon's sister and thank you so much for all of the great reviews!

Chapter three.

The bus ride home is loud and boring. My Mp3 player died during seventh period, so now I'm stuck listening to a bunch of snobby girls and cheerleaders moan about thier enemies stealing their boyfriends and "future husbands". Not to mention the random squeals of excitement and "ohmigawds he's soooo cute"s. I can't stand the female race. They're just so whiney and they find any little thing to bitch about. And they always have to be paid attention to. Like if you're dating one, they tell everyone and write it all over any surface they can get a pen to. A bit annoying if you were to ask my opinion. That's why I like Jeff. No, wait. Love.

I love Jeff.

Yeah, that's better.

He's so understanding. I can go to him with anything and he always tries to the best of his ability to help me. He isn't selfish at all, contrary to popular belief. He's so sweet and he puts everyone before himself. If I'm upset, he'll drop anything and everything just to make sure I'm okay. And he won't let go (literally) untill he knows I'm one hundred percent fine. Getting off the bus reminds me that I have to go home, where I don't want to be. There's nothing wrong with being home, I just don't feel like being there right now. I miss Jeff. Already. Not even an hour has gone by and I already want his hand back in mine. I jam my fists deep inside the pockets of his hoodie my hand hitting something.

Grabbing the piece of paper from the left pocket, I smile at the familiar handwriting. Jeff left me a note.

Shannon-
Hey you. I figured you were taking my hoodie, so I decided to wirte you. You're probably already home by now, which means I am too. I miss you! I'll call you later. Promise.
I love you so much
-Jeffro.

I smile and fold his note back up and put it in my jeans pocket. Replaying his words in my head make me smile. I never though I could feel the way I do towards any human. Of course, Jeff changed that. I'm honestly so in love with him I couldn't even begin to explain it. I'm just so in love with every tiny detail of him. His hair, his eyes, his voice, those lips...

"Shannon!"

My little sister Molly screeches from inside. I had no idea that I've been sitting on my front porch for so long. I go inside to see what she wants.

"Yeah?"I asked, popping my head into her bedroom.

"Call mom. She called earlier, but I didn't know where you were."

"Kay."

I go into the kitchen to get the phone and dial my mom's work number. The line is busy. I'll call back later. For now I just want to be alone.

I go up to my room and plug my Mp3 player into my computer so it can charge. Dropping my heavy bag on the chair, I go and lay down on my bed. I bury my face into Jeff's purple hoodie, smells just like him. I smile as his face comes to mind, and with that I fell asleep.