Now, patience, patience...this story's gonna get going once and for all. But holy, I'm cracking chapters like hotcakes.

A year and a half had passed, and our hero and heroine were onto their associate's degrees. It was 1954 and going on three years since the Campbells' big move. The upper middle class family of parents, daughter, and maternal grandma were thriving and living a fine life together under one roof. Charlotte and Jack hung out together frequently. He was quite unpredictable at times; one minute he was there, the next he seemed to disappear.

Mildred had married well with Nathan on a May afternoon in 1952, and the couple had a simple but proud little place to call home. They were expecting a baby the same year, but the pregnancy resulted in a miscarriage. It was devastating alright, but a bouncing baby boy with his mother's hair and eyes named Cecil was born last November. "Auntie" Amelia was extremely proud of him and couldn't keep her hands off him. Every time the family would mention having children of her own, she'd frown and change the subject.

Jeffrey was still unfortunately unsure of his American associates. He and Charlotte would talk quite a bit and even have her over for dinner at the Weavers on occasions. The two became close friends as he took her under his wing for the dancing dyslexia and she took him under hers on some of the sciences he and her brother shared in common. But he wasn't exactly a boyfriend...yet.

Yes, the two may have been friends, but that certain ambidextrous, dashing American ladies' man still caught the attention of the American-British girl. The two foreigners were close alright. Close enough to share secrets and such.

Jack and Charlotte leaned against the hallway wall after class had been dismissed. Jack slapped his hands together as if having a success just recently. "How are we today, Lottie?" He asked.

Charlotte glared daggers at him. "It's 'Charlotte.'" She snapped.

"Well, excuse me, baby." Jack reacted. "I didn't mean to set off alarms."

"I know that. And I'm very well, thank you." She replied stiffly as she wandered away from him. This hadn't been the first time she corrected him on this. She hoped it would be the last time but she doubted it.

A girl across from her by the door, named Barbara McGrath, cried bitterly on the shoulder on one of her close friends, Dorothy Sue Bauer. Now Barbara had the tendencies to be emotional at times, but Charlotte couldn't help but notice.

"What happened?" Dorothy Sue asked.

"J-Jack Kendall..." The grieving girl muttered.

"Oh..." Another sympathetic girl. "I know..." She looked at Jack with slit-shaped eyes.

"So, after waiting all this time, I'd say we..." Jack's voice dropped to a whisper unexpectedly, which made her jump.

Charlotte eyes shot open in shock. He could be a jerk at times, but this, after all this time, it was so obvious. Lottie, you idiot! She scolded herself as her fist hit on her forehead. She turned to her boyfriend.

"Look, baby, don't go beating yourself up." His reaction to the blow of her fist seemed to not be there. "I know. I thought it was awkward at first." He reached to press his lips onto hers.

"Get back!" She shrieked, pushing herself away from him. Who could give a hoot if she was in a crowded hallway of people? She pushed herself away from him. "You mean after all this time, after all this fair-weather dating with girl after girl, you really think I want to go steady?"

"A kiss is what every couple wants, baby."

"Well, some couples don't. At least not this half of this couple. I know too well now why you'd ditch me and then come back. You can't take these incredibly wonderful, beautiful girls for granted as a bunch of ditzy air-headed bimbos 'cause they aren't! You may be an ambide-whatever... smooth-talking blond-haired, blue-eyed dream boat who's a master of calling girls 'baby', but that's not gonna work." Jack stared at her in surprise as if he had never had a girl tell him off.

"I don't want you anymore, Jack. I've been a ditzy air-headed girl myself for wanting to be with a sick-minded playboy like you. We're through!"

Jeffrey stood in the hallway, his mouth lightly open. Not to say this girl was bipolar, but he found out she could be a tough rough one if one flipped the switch on her. Yet he was proud of her for stepping out of the ladylike standards of a British girl and telling him off. He grinned proudly at her as she stormed off towards him.

"So, you think running off to your nerd man is gonna take care of your troubles?" Jack hissed at her, ticked off by his defeat. He raised his voice. "Just wait 'til he finds out you're an American!"

Charlotte froze, eyes wide, chin to the floor, and all. After all this time, that jerk had been generous enough to hide her identity until now. She turned around to face Jack. His smug look and arms proudly crossed broadly represented his pleasure for revenge. "It's true." He said smartly under his breath.

Jeffrey stared wide-eyed at the American girl. Yeah, people lie a lot, but this? This? After all this time of being friends, she had been hiding this? They may have not been boyfriend and girlfriend, but it still shook him. During his times at home, he expressed to his family about how wonderful this girl was. Not that he wanted her as his bride in the near future, but it was close yet far.

"Charlotte?" He called under his breath. The defeated Charlotte lifted her eyes to the gawking gentleman. "Y-you can't be one of them. He's lying, isn't he?" She remained silent. "Isn't he?"

She gulped. "No..." He sighed with relief and was about to hold an arms around her. "...and yes..." The last words froze him like liquid nitrogen.

"I don't understand. How is it 'no and yes'?" He stared at Charlotte as she hyperventilated, her hands resting on her bent knees.

"I am British...but only half-British..." He raised an eyebrow and looked at her as if he was about to run away. "My mum is British..." She began with her usual British accent. She finally finished with an equally perfect American accent. "...my dad's an American." He could only stare, disgusted and surprised. It was like the moment when Erik in Phantom of the Opera took off his mask. He shook his head and seemed to mutter "no" before he abruptly turned around and walked away.

"Jeffrey, please listen!" She speed-walked to follow him. "I was I wouldn't get around with me being a left-handed dead hoofer American. I may have twisted the truth with my nationalities but I never lied about anything else. Not at all. Jeffrey, please!" She touched his arm. In the timing of a snap of a finger, he turned around.

"I trusted you. I believed you deserved a lot more than that Kendall boy or what he had for you. I cared about you. Almost more than what I've cared about my other friends. I trusted you as one of them. You hoodwinked me into believing you were someone else. I was wrong. Again, I was wrong to yield to an American. And you...you're just like them.

"Farewell,...Miss Campbell."