Man, I'm popping these things out like a frickin' Pez dispenser.

Well, I hope you like the latest fic by me. And unfortunately, I have no clue where this story is goingl, so bear with me and enjoy the extra long first chappy. Sadly though, there's not really any fluff.


Disclaimer: I don't own any of the 1-800 characters, Meg Cabot does.

Summary? That is a very good question. When I figure it out, I'll let you know.


Whenever

Chapter 1

I heard the slight pit-patter of the rain coming down on the roof. And I saw the droplets of rain that were left on my window.

I was supposed to go out today, with it being Saturday and all, but no, it had to freakin' rain.

Just my luck.

Clunk!

Um, that wasn't the rain.

I hopped off my bed and went to go see what the hell just happened. I knew it came from by my window. Maybe it was another one of those damned squirrels . . .

No crack in my window. Good.

But when I looked down, I happened to see someone standing there, trying to get shelter under the big oak tree in my front yard.

What the hell was he doing here?

I opened my window to yell to him, but the stupid thing was jammed. Then I realized it was locked.

Hey, I never said I was the brightest.

I finally opened the window and leaned out a little, getting myself a little wet from the slight downpour. Right then a huge crack of thunder sounded and the sky lit up.

"If you stand under that tree any longer, you'll turn out like me!" I yelled.

Rob looked up and saw me.

And he smiled.

How I'd give so much just to see him do that whenever I was near him. It really brightens my day, even on a shit day like this.

"Hold on, I'll be right down!" I yelled. Then I slunk back in my room and quickly shut the window. Part of my rug was all ready damp.

I ran over to my closet, tripping over my pile of dirty clothes in the process. I grabbed a sweatshirt and quickly threw it over my head. Then I slipped my worn-in sneakers on, since I didn't feel like ruining my newer ones.

I flew down the stairs, quickly stopping at the front closet to grab a poncho. Then I ran out the door to greet Rob.

Well, smother him with kisses was more like it, but still.

"Well, hello to you too," he said, once I stopped kissing him.

The first thing that came out of my mouth was, "Are you crazy?"

He looked a little taken aback, so I thought I'd clarify myself. "Rob, you're acting like me. Don't do that. The least you could've done was called. And stones? Rob, it's the middle of the afternoon!"

He laughed at my outburst. "I wasn't in the mood to face any of your family members. And plus, the phones are dead."

I looked around and was relieved when I spotted a truck instead of his Indian.

He noticed my gaze and laughed. "Mastriani, I'm not that stupid."

I shrugged. "Just checking."

Even with the poncho on, I was still soaked. And Rob was beyond soaked. He was downright drenched.

"You wouldn't have happened to have brought a change of clothes, would you?"

He shook his head. "Nope."

I sighed. "I don't want you driving right now anyway. Come on, let's go inside."

He nodded and followed me inside.

We were greeted by my mother right when we walked through the front door.

"Oh," she said. "Jess, I hope you aren't planning on going to your room like that. You two are soaked!"

"Gee, Mom, I haven't noticed," I replied sarcastically.

"Let me go get some of Joe's clothes for you, Rob," she said and scurried up the stairs before Rob could object.

See, after I told my parents that Rob and I were going out back in November (A/N: I am so sorry, I completely forgot when that hospital scene was. I know it was November/December-ish, but I can't quite remember which, so just tell me if I'm wrong. I don't have a book on me at the moment), they've changed toward him. Sure, they still didn't trust me all that much, but they - well, my mom - aren't cold toward him anymore.

In fact, this is really how the whole thing went:

"Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Rob."

Rob tensed beside me.

Hey, he's the one that complained about me not telling my parents about him.

There was silence throughout the room for a good five minutes. Then my brother, Douglas, spoke up. "Well - um . . . we'd better get going, Jess." He gave me a sympathetic smile before putting his arm around Tasha and walking out the door.

Mike looked at me, then at Rob, and then back at me. "Yeah, we should too. See you later, Jess, Rob." He took Claire's hand and they vanished. And we were left with my mom and dad to deal with.

Awesome.

"Jess, is this true?" my dad asked.

Well, that I could understand. He was a father and all.

"Yes," I said.

Rob looked at me and struggled to sit up. I guess sitting in a hospital bed with a head injury could cause that. I helped him to sit up, then turned back to the wrath of my parents.

My dad came over. "Well then. It's nice to meet you, Rob." He put his hand out and they shook hands.

My mom still looked a little uneasy. "Um . . . Jess, can I speak to you for a moment?"

I looked at my dad, who just rolled his eyes. I struggled to hold back a laugh.

Then I looked at Rob and he nodded.

I got off the bed without hurting Rob and walked over to my mother who walked out into the hallway. I followed her lead.

"Jessie, wh - I don't know what to say," she said.

"Say you approve and I'll be extremely happy," I tried.

She laughed. Well, I guess that's a good sign.

"I don't . . ." she started and stopped herself. "Jess, when did you start seeing this boy?"

"He's not a boy, Mom. And I started 'seeing him'. . ." I hesitated on telling her. She's probably go ballistic. "Since September."

(A/N: Once again, I am soooo sorry. I completely forget when their first date was. Again, someone please inform me!)

She opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. "September?"

I nodded, afraid of her reaction.

"That long?"

Again, I nodded.

"Jessie, why didn't you just tell me - us?"

"I . . . I guess I was afraid of your reaction. I know how you think sometimes. About people on the other side of town . . ."

"Oh, Jess, I know. And I am so sorry." She sighed heavily and ran her hands down her face. Then she looked back at me. "Okay, you can . . . be with him. But there has to be rules, Jess. I don't want you being a parent before you graduate—"

But I had all ready wrapped my arms around her, practically squeezing her to death. "Oh, thank you, Mom!"

She laughed. "You're welcome, honey. But like I said, there has to be rules. We'll talk about them when we get home."

I nodded, ecstatic.

I came back in the room with a huge goofy grin on my face. When Rob saw that, I guess he knew that all was good, because he smiled too. Just not as goofy as me.

Soon after, my mom and dad exited the room, leaving Rob and I alone. I hopped bak on the bed and snuggled into Rob.

"You have impeccable timing, you know that?" he said, while sort of chuckling.

"Hmm," I replied.

"I mean, telling them while I'm in a hospital bed?"

"At least its over with," I said.

"True," he said. "So, I guess your mom took it well?"

"Yep," I replied. "I didn't expect her to. I expected her to ground me until I was fifty."

I could feel him smile. His chuckle reverberated through his chest.

Then his hand came to my chin and lifted it up to face him. And he lowered his face to mine, his lips softly touching mine in a tender kiss.

My mom came back down with clothes for Rob and told him he could change in the bathroom by the kitchen.

I nodded to Rob, telling him I'd be right back down. Then I ran up the stairs and changed into some pajama pants and a tie-dye t-shirt. I shook my hair out, since it was still short enough to do that. I grabbed a pair of slipper socks from my drawer and slipped them on.

I came back down the stairs, carrying my wet clothes with me to bring to the laundry room.

Rob was all ready finished and was chatting animatedly with Douglas, who, surprising as it may seem, was downstairs.

"Oh, hey, you're done," I said right when I got to the bottom of the stairs.

He smirked. "I don't take nearly as long as you do, Jess."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course not," I replied sarcastically.

He smiled, shaking his head at me. You know, he really needed to get his hair cut. I don't know when the last time he got it cut was and it was started to look like a mop.

I snickered, hoping no one would notice. But alas, my love did and questioned me on it. "What's so funny?"

I shook my head. "Nothing," I replied.

He just shrugged and turned back to Douglas.

My mom walked in then. "Hey, Mom, can Rob and I go to my room?"

She eyes me suspiciously. Then she sighed. "Yes, I guess so. I'll let you keep your door closed, but you better not lock it young lady. I want this house to stay G-rated."

"Of course, Mother," I replied obediently.

I grabbed Rob's arm. "Come on, Rob," I said and practically dragged him up the flight of stairs.

Once we got upstairs, I shut my door and flopped down on my new mattress. I had just gotten a new one a few weeks ago (a pillow-top of course) and I adore it. Rob just stood there and looked at me weirdly.

Oh, right. He's never really been in my room alone with me before. Usually we've had my door open, but that was when we actually did go in my room. We just stuck to going to his house, since it was easier that way. But now that my parents have started to trust me more . . . well, it works to my advantage.

"Those flannel pants do nothing for your figure," I teased.

He rolled his eyes and came over to sit next to me. "What were you laughing at downstairs?" he wanted to know.

"That?" Then I thought back to it and snickered again. "I was just thinking about how you need a haircut."

"I thought you said you liked my hair?" He lay down next to me and played with my hair. "I like yours."

"Is that a seduction method of yours?" I joked.

"If I said it was, is it working?"

"Rob!" I laughed and lightly punched his arm. I rolled over on my side to look at him.

God, he was so hot . . .

I seriously just wanted to . . . you know with him. But the logic side of me said it wasn't a very good idea. I could get pregnant or get an STD. Not that I think Rob would have an STD or anything, but still.

I was actually going for the cliché doing it on prom night.

But . . . I'm not entirely sure Rob would even go to my prom, less wear a tuxedo. I'm sure, though, that he'd look very hot in one. Very hot indeed . . .

We just lay there like that for a few minutes, staring at each other. It was as if time had stopped. And essentially it had.

I thought it better to ask him now then never. And if first came to worst, I'd just kiss him so he's stop arguing with me.

Hey, its worked before.

"Hey, Rob?" I spoke softly.

He seemed to snap out of his reverie. I lock of his hair fell in his face, but he didn't bother with brushing it away. "Hmm?"

I moved to push the hair out of his face. "I've been meaning to ask you . . . um, well, Prom is coming up and—"

"I was wondering when you'd ask me that. And you know as good as anyone that there is no way in hell that I'm going to one of those stupid things, Mastriani."

That kiss should come in handy soon.

"But, Rob, I didn't go to my junior prom. I should go to one of them, you know," I argued.

"Fine, go to it. You don't have to have a date."

I sighed, frustrated. "True . . . but I'd like a date. And I'd like if that date was you . . ." Okay, that wasn't moving him. Last resort . . . "And my mom would truly hate me for not going to this. When she finds out that the reason I didn't go to it was because you didn't want to go—"

"Okay, I get it. But that's not a very good way to go about it. Blackmailing me?"

I had to laugh at that. "I never said I was fair."

Then that half-disgusted, half-amused smile appeared on his face. That was the smile that I love so much. I really don't know why, but I just do. "No, you didn't."

"So you'll go?" I asked, hopeful.

He started playing with my hair again. "I guess, if it makes you happy." He stopped playing with my hair for a minute and said, "And if it'll keep your mom content with me."

Hours passed and we stay like that, laying on my bed, though we had my television on. No one bothered us at all, which was a giant relief.

We talked occasionally about stuff, like Rob's job and school for me.

I glanced out my bedroom window at around 5pm and I noticed that the storm had gotten worse. I quickly flipped to the weather channel. There was a huge patch of red and yellow over our part of Indiana on the radar. I knew the storm would be going on for some time.

Well, at least I have Rob with me.

We shifted a little so my head was lying on his chest. My left arm was draped across him and my right arm was near his head. His arms were snug around my body, holding me as if I'd fall if they weren't there.

Then I heard my mom call me down for dinner. The storm was still brewing outside, so I guess Rob was eating over. This happened rarely, but I was glad he was here. Maybe I could convince my mom to let us eat in the living room.

I grudgingly got up off Rob and stretched. I don't know how long I'd been laying with him.

Laying wtih him people. Don't take the with our or else it seems as if we'd been doing something that wasn't entirely appropriate.

I knew Rob didn't feel like moving, just as I didn't. But . . . my mother awaits.

So I went back over to my bed and, grasping his hand, pulled him off the bed. He staggered a little when his feet first hit the ground but then he straightened out.

I trudged down the stairs with Rob in tow. We bumped in to Douglas first. He took one look at us and laughed. "You two look exhausted. What have you been doing?"

I rolled my eyes. "If in fact we were doing that, I'm sure you would have heard us, Douglas."

He didn't think it was so funny anymore. "I'll be in my room."

Dinner was okay. My mom didn't let us eat in the livingroom, not that I thought she would in the first place, but hope springs eternal. We had some pasta with chicken francaise. It was rather delicious if I do say so myself.

"Great dinner, Mom," I said, excusing myself and Rob from the table.

We went into the livingroom and watched one of the movies my dad had rented. Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Very funny movie, I must say. I little . . . odd, but it was still funny. Especially when they kept getting hit in the face with those hoe creature things. Hoe as in gardening.

It was 9 pm and the storm still persisted. If anything, it was worse. God, we're going to end up having a flood if this doesn't stop.

"Rob," I said, flicking the television off. "I'm gonna go see if my parents will let you stay over. I really don't want you driving home in this, even if you do have a truck."

He grabbed my arm as I got up and pulled me back down. "That's not necessary, Mastriani. I'm capable of driving myself home."

"I don't care what your capable of. I don't want you getting hurt." And I walked out of the livingroom into dining room, where I found my dad.

"What," he said as I walked in. Not rude or anything, he was just busy.

"Um . . . the storm is really bad outside and I don't really think it would be safe if Rob drove home in this, so . . . could he stay over?"

My dad stared at me for a few moments, then shrugged. "I don't care."

"Thanks, Dad," I said, trying not to make it sound as if I was over-excited.

"Make sure its okay with your mother first, Jess," he said before I left the room.

Dammit! That's what I was trying to avoid.

I went back into the livingroom and told Rob what my dad had said, then I went off to find my mother. I found her in her bedroom, reading one of her romance novels. She looked at me over her reading glasses as I entered her bedroom.

"I asked Dad this and he said it was okay, but he just wanted me to check with you first." I gestured toward the window, which revealed a great view of the huge storm outside. "The weather is getting worse, Mom, and I don't really want Rob driving home in this. So . . . would it be all right if he spent the night?"

My mother looked appalled. "Jessica! I am not going to allow him to stay over." When I persisted, she sighed and said, "Fine. Just . . . if he's sleeping in your room, he's sleeping on the floor. Actually, I think he should sleep on the couch."

"Mom!"

"That's final, Jessie. If you want him to stay over, he has to sleep on the couch." That was her 'and that's that' voice, which meant I could argue no longer. Well, I could, but it wouldn't get me anywhere.

I brought the news back to Rob and he shrugged. "The couch is fine."

Men.

I went and fetched Rob some blankets and pillows. When I got back down, he had already pulled out the bed from the sofa. I just covered it with a sheet and gave him a down comforter and a pillow.

"Why thank you, Mastriani," he said mockingly.

And then I hopped on the bed and said, "Aaaahhhh." Not a scream, but the kind of 'aaahhh' you do when you get a massage or something. That was the kind.

He just stared at me with a questioning look. "I don't have to go to bed yet, Wilkins. I'm not a little kid."

He laughed. "I beg to differ."

That earned him a hard punch. He rubbed his arm after that. "Man-beater," he said accusingly.

I giggled. Seriously, I have no clue where that came from. A giggle. I shudder to think.

And soon enough it was eleven and I had to go to bed. I unwillingly trudged up the stairs to bed. By the time I actually fell asleep, it was nearly 1:00 AM and I was tired as hell.

But then I woke up in the middle of the night. And, of course, I couldn't get back to sleep.

So I grabbed my blanket and pillow and silently tip-toed down the stairs.

Rob was sound asleep and I really didn't want to disturb him. But I did and slipped in bed with him. As if on instinct, his arms wrapped around me and held me close.

He woke up a few minutes later, I guess after realizing that I was actually in bed with him, just not the way people like to think.

"Jess," he hissed, tensing up, "what the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Trying to go to sleep," I whispered back, snuggling into him.

He seemed content with that answer, if him relaxing and kissing my hair was any indication.

And then I fell sound asleep.


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