Charlotte sat up, eyes wide and hyperventilating like a train engine, the sheets flying off her shoulders.

"What in the-" Allyson yawned, moaning. She moaned again when she looked at the time. "What?"

"Okay...thank God...it was just a dream...phew..." Charlotte whispered through deep breaths.

"Relax, Charlotte. You're gonna give yourself a heart attack. Now, tell me what happened in the subconscience."

"Welllll...as it turned out, Jack Kendall turned out to be a playboy who bamboozled a bunch of the girls in class. I told him off when he wanted to do 'it' with me. Then he blurted out in front of everybody that I was an American. The worst was Jeff was there."

Allyson didn't seem to listen until 'it' was mentioned. "'It?'...ohhhh...and who's Jeff?"

"Jeffrey Hawkinson."

"Okay. Sorry, I'm trying to stay awake but I'm listening. Well, you're going on your Bachelor of Arts next June, so that's three and a half years of keeping up the secret. By the way, what is it between you and that chap? Ever since I've known him, he's been cute and handsome but really akward. I mean, reaallly akward."

"We met at some old tram shelter three years ago while heading home for Christmas."

"And...?"

"He's a very charming person. And sweet. You'd like him. Thing is he's not very fond of Americans."

"Does he know you're one?"

"No, but he was furious in the dream."

"I take it that it'll be a shocker for him if he finds out."

"Yeah, that's for sure."

"What about Mistah Kendall?"

Charlotte thought and shrugged. "He's alright, I guess. He's lots of fun though. He's the only person in class that knows I'm American. By the way, how'd you get so awake all of a sudden?"

"I don't know. Now that you've mentioned 'awake,' I'm tired again."

"Okay, sweet dreams."

"Ironically, you too."

"Jack! Jack, wait up!" Charlotte called down the hallway, speedwalking after her classmate. He stopped and turned around. He looked at her as if he was about to flash his hotshot grin. He cocked an eyebrow and walked off to another girl calling him. She clenched her fists and loudly sighed in frustration. This may have not been the first time, but still. However, another girl was calling her.

"Barbara?" She stated the girl's name. "Hey!"

"Charlotte! Hello! Perfect timing!" A girl with a thick head of red hair and bright eyes chimed. "You're going home this weekend, right?"

"Just for some time with my parents." Charlotte replied, smiling unsure. "Why?"

"I'm hosting a party the Friday after this weekend." Barbara beamed. "I think Allyson...you know Allyson Hardy, right?"

Charlotte nodded. "Mm-hm. She's my dormmate."

"Really? Oh, where was I...ah, yes! I think I heard her say that you have quite the music collection at home. I'm not meaning to be a mooch...but...do you think that I could borrow some for that night?"

"Don't worry about being a mooch, darling. I'm sure I can find some things. I know I have a few records at home."

"Jeffrey!" Emma called. "You've got company." She finished in a sing-song tone. With the look in her eyes, everyone in the Weaver household could tell she still liked him.

Jeffrey looked up from a blueprint on an electric pencil sharpener he was working on. Nervously, he straightened his blouse and trotted down the staircase. He held his breath as he opened the door.

"Surprise!" A familiar voice exclaimed. Unexpectedly, the laughing voice's body jumped on him in a hug. Jeffrey stumbled back a bit in surprise before the body got off of his.

"Amelia?" Jeffrey looked at the person.

"Who else would I be?" She asked, shrugging.

"No one in particular. But I should say you get prettier every time I see you."

"Thanks much but please don't say that."

"Alright. Sorry. What are you doing here?"

"I rode the bus from Watford." She beamed proudly.

"All by yourself? Amelia, you're only sixteen! And a girl as-"

"Give me a break, Jeff. I'm not that much of a dare devil. Mum or Dad wouldn't take me here tonight, and Mildred's busy taking care of -"

"So Mildred had her baby, and-."

"It's a boy named Andrew. Andrew Robert Poole, to be exact. And for one thing, I wasn't finished yet!"

"If Dad, Mum, or Mildred wouldn't take you, then why are you here?"

"From what I've heard from my friends, Lillian and Samantha, there's a party at the McGrath's house tonight, and I'm somewhat invited."

Jeffrey chuckled. "And I thought you were dropping by to say 'tally-ho.'"

"Jeff, only the gracious elegant people do that. Pigs will fly in a hell frozen over when I'm one of them."

"I guess you're here for me to give you a ride...we'll see..."

"What?" She followed him into the house. "Jeff! Please!" She begged, her throat sore. "My throat is..." He searched through the closet for a dress coat. "Aren't you even listening?"

"Yes," He smiled, chuckling.

"What's so funny?"

"I may or may not go tonight."

"Really?" She started jumping lightly off her toes.

"You'll see."

Jeffrey and Amelia sat in a bus in the middle of a moderate rain. Amelia tapped her foot impatiently whereas Jeffrey tapped his to a tune the bus driver was whistling. "So," He began out of the blue. "I'm dropping you off at the McGrath's home and I'm picking you up at ten-thirty, hm?"

"Yes. I've already told you." She said annoyed.

"I just wanted what I heard to be confirmed, that's all. I don't want you standing out in the rain for an hour."

"I can wait an hour; I like rain. Just don't pick me up early."

"Alright." He escorted her in.

"What are you doing?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"Escorting you." She still looked a bit disgusted. "Just making sure you're fine with all this."

"What do you think?" She rolled her eyes.

"Wellll..."

"Wait a minute; you're probably right. Edward said he's not sure about coming tonight, so come in with me so my reputation doesn't go downhill."

Gotcha! (and got me too XD) About last chapter, I thought it was too soon to do something like that to Jeff and Charlotte's relationship, which explains me not updating it sooner. I was too lazy to rewrite chapters, so I took another course to this story.