TJ met up with Gretchen outside school and the two walked to Spinelli's house.
They arrived outside Spinelli's house and Spinelli answered the door.
"What do you want Teej?" asked Spinelli.
"I'll leave the two of you alone," said Gretchen walking to her own house.
"Can I come in Spin?" asked TJ.
"No you...." began Spinelli when her mum interrupted.
"Ashley let your friend in," said Mrs Spinelli.
"We're going up to my room mum," said Spinelli shutting the front door after TJ had come in.
The two went into Spinelli's room and Spinelli sat on her bed while TJ stood next to the bed.
"So TJ. Care to explain why you incessantly bug me when you have your powder puff?" asked spinelli crossing her arms.
"Spin...I kinda realised that Ashley meant nothing to me. I was feeling sympathy for her. But what I feel for you Spin...that's real." Said TJ sitting down on the bed beside her.
"How can I be sure?" asked Spinelli.
TJ took both her hands and unwrapped each bandage looking at the damage on her knuckles.
"You won't be able to give Randall a knuckle sandwich for a while," said TJ kissing each finger.
"I know but...." began Spinelli when TJ kissed her.
It was a longing that Spinelli had neve felt from TJ before. Not even when they'd kissed for the experiment before.
She'd forgotten how soft his lips were and how whenever he kissed her tongue would lightly touch her bottom lip.
"Will you let me Punch Randal for you? 'Cos I'd do that for you Spin." said TJ after he'd kissed her.
"Why not just kiss me again?" asked Spinelli.
"My pleasure." smiled TJ leaning in.
Ashley had found out about TJ and Spinelli getting together the next day from Gretchen and it had had hurt her deeply, but she'd known that it had been for the best.
Trying to keep together a relationship when he'd really loved Spinelli would have been useless.
Ashley heard her mother call her for dinner as she finished the last bit in her diary.
"I'm, like, coming." called Ashley putting down her pen.
She turned to the front cover where TJ's message was sat amongst the others from the rest of the gang and stroked it.
She wiped a tear from her cheek before she closed the diary and hid it under bed.
She then got up from the bed and left the room, while the memories and emotions still ran through her head.