Disclaimer: The Famous Jett Jackson characters don't belong to me. I just like the show and decided to write a little script of my own. Hope you enjoy. emagyne86

Kayla woke to the sun kissing her on the cheek letting her know it was time to rise once more. She rolled over on her back and took in her surroundings.

The big day had finally come. Graduation. After twelve long years of hard work, sacrafice, and long study periods, it was finally here. But the hard work was well worth it. Not only was she graduating from high school and class valedictorian, she was also receiving her college degree. Kayla had even received offers from major art dealers in major cities like New York, Chicago, and Atlanta.

Life was good, yet there was something missing that she was too afraid to admit. The love of her life, Jett Jackson. Kayla had loved Jett from the first time she saw him when he ran in the girls' bathroom to get away from his screaming fan club. To be honest she didn't know why they were screaming in the first place. Jett was a scrawny fourteen year old with his own hit television show. That was it. They became friends along with J.B. The trio had an awesome time growing up in Wilsted where it was safe.

Suddenly the phone rand bringing Kayla back to the present.

"Hello?" Kayla answered, still groggy from sleep.

"Wake up Kay!" Jett yelled in the phone. "We graduate today and you're still in bed."

Kayla sat up and stretched. "That's why I'm still in bed, Jackson. I'm savoring my last moments."

"Get up girl! I need you to meet me and J.B. By the river in thirty minutes." Jett said.

"Thirty minutes? Jett-"

"Just meet me, please."

Kayla heard the change in his voice. Was it urgency? Naw! Kayla threw back the comforter and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Okay Jackson, I'll meet you guys."

"Good!" Jett said, cheering instantly. "I'll see...I mean we'll see you there." He hung up the phone before he could embarrass himself any further.

"What the hell was that all about?" Kayla asked before getting up to get ready.

"What the hell!" Jett said to himself before lying back on the bed. He got up early that morning trying to prepare himself for the unthinkable. And it wasn't graduating. He tried to calm himself down and remember the advice his father gave him last night.

"Jett tomorrow you're going to leave the comfort of school and face the real world. I know Miz Coretta and I raised you right, but there's somethings you have to learn on your own." Wood said to his only child.

They were sitting on the porch having a man-to-man discussion over Miz Coretta's famous chocolate chip pecan cookies. Jett had a faraway look on his face and his brow was scrunched up as he was in deep thought. Wood stared at his son and couldn't help but smile.

"What's wrong, Jett?"

"Just thinkin'." He answered, taking a small bit out of the warm cookie.

"I know that. The smell of your brain burnin' is overpowering the cookies." Jett finally smiled but not for long.

"I don't know what to do, dad." He finally blurted out.

"About?" Wood asked, showing genuine concern. "You're graduating with honors, and from all your hard work you have two years of college under your belt. Hell, I bet if you take some courses this summer you'll get your diploma too."

"That's not what I'm talkin' 'bout, pop." Jett said with a shake of his head.

"Is it that movie deal you were offered to shoot in New York City? Jett you won't be that far away from home-"

"No dad. I don't know if I can stand being away from Kayla and J.B. Everything I know is here."

Wood sat back and looked at his son. "You're full of it you know that?"

"What?" Jett asked in bewilderment.

"Jett, I was born at night, not last night. Why can't you just say you want Kayla as more than just your friend?" Jett smiled slyly and rubbed the back of his neck. Why couldn't he admit it.

"I don't know." He answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

"What do you mean 'I don't know'?" Wood asked, mimicking Jett. "Son I can tell you right now that Kayla shares the exact same feelings. You should see the way you two look at each other. All goo-gooed eyed and lovey-dovey."

Jett laughed at his father's expression. He knew he was right.

"Dad, I don't know what it is. When I was with Tara I never felt this way. Kayla makes me smile from the inside. And she's so beautiful...I would die for that woman!" Jett said with such conviction that he scared himself.

"Whoa, slow down loverboy."

"No dad." Jett said, cutting his father off. "I know what I'm saying. I would die for Kayla, no questions asked." Wood stared at his son who had grown into a man.

"Well what's stopping you?"

Jett walked to the edge of the porch. "Me." He turned and faced his father. "I wouldn't know what to do if she turned me down."

"Turned you down? Did you ever stop to think that she's probably waiting on you to tell her how you feel so she can tell you how she feels about you? A real woman waits for a man to approach her. Not the other way around."

Jett let that sink in. After awhile he slapped himself in the forehead. "Duh Jackson!" He scolded himself. Jett ran up to his room to devise a plan to woo Kayla.

Jett kicked a some rocks as he nervously waited for Kayla to arrive. "I told that girl thirty minutes." He said out loud. He checked his watch for the upteenth time and realized only a minuted had gone by.

Kayla watched Jett from a distance pacing around in a circle. Every couple of seconds he ran his hand over his wavy jet black hair and smoothed his shirt. Kayla saw this as a perfect opportunity to scare him. Something he hated and she loved. She snuck up behind him and poked him in his sides.

"Ha!" Kayla yelled. Jett screamed and jumped a good foot in the air.

"You little sneak!" Jett grabbed her and tickled her without mercy.

"Jett!" She laughed. "I can't breathe!"

"Say it!" He demanded. Kayla fell to the ground and Jett sat on top of her. "I'm not stoppin' til you say it."

"Okay! Jett is the king!" Kayla yelled. He stopped and helped her to her feet. Kayla's laughing slowed to a stop. "Where's J.B.?"

Jett's smile dropped as he searched for an excuse. "Uh, he couldn't make it."

Kayla put her hands on her hips and let her head drop a little to the left. A strand of soft curls fell over her face and Jett fought the urge...to hell with it! He reached up slowly and tucked the strand back in its place behind her ear.

"Jett." Kayla whispered softly. She looked up into his eyes in astonishment. He couldn't have, she thought to herself. Jett stepped closer and took both her hands in his.

"Kay, I've been waiting for this moment since we first met. I don't even know what to say...where to begin." Jett said, losing the little courage he had.

Kayla searched his face with her eyes to see if he really did have the same feelings for her. Jett looked into Kayla's eyes, and for the first time, he actually looked. Kayla saw her hand reach for Jett's face and her forefinger traced his jawline. She saw what she was doing but couldn't believe it. How many nights had she lay awake in bed dreaming about how his body would feel against hers. And if he was a good kisser. Kayla blushed a deep red at her erotic thoughts and turned away in embarasment.

Jett stepped toward her, taking her face in his hands. "Don't stop now love." He whispered, carassing her cheek with his thumb. Love? Kayla's brain was doing somersaults. "I stayed up all night thinking of a way to tell you how I feel. I couldn't come up with a poem or great symphony so I decided to just say it."

Kayla's eyes stretched open and she found it harder and harder to breath. She was about to speak but didn't want to ruin the moment.

"I love you Kayla West. I love everything about you. Your hair, the way your cheeks dimple when you smile. The way your eyebrows come together when you're deep in thought. The way you get all messy when you paint. I love it all, girl. I love you." Jett confessed, pulling her in his arms and placing his hands on her waist.

"Oh Jett!" Kayla criee. She found comfort on his chest as she wept in his shirt.

"I didn't mean to make you cry." Jett wiped the tears from her eyes with his shirt.

"Oh no , Jett. I'm just so happy. I love you too."

Jett smiled broadly. He ran his fingers through ther hair and kissed her forehead.

"Baby, I was so scared that you didn't feel the same way. I drove myself mad thinking that you would rather be with someone else."

"And I didn't think you wanted me. Jett, you're a big time movie star. Why would you want a small time country girl like me? Especially when you had a girl like Tara."

Jett dropped his head in embarasment. Tara was his co-star's cousin. Jett was floored by Tara's beauty but that's all she really had.

"I liked her, I admit. Tara was only fun to be around when she got her way. That girl was the bitch version of barbie."

Kayla laughed. "How come you never told me?"
"Bruised ego I guess. But you were there nonetheless. You've always been a true friend. We have a firm foundation we can build on."

"Whe I saw the two of you together I went home and cried. Are you sure you don't want those sexy actresses and super models from the high society." Kayla asked again, still a little worried.

Jett tighted his embrass around her and pressed his forehead to hers. "I don't want them. All they care about is image. I want a woman I'll be breaking my neck to get home to at the end of a long day. This right here is real."

Kayla smiled softly and accepted Jett's love was for her and for her only.

"I have something for you." Jett walked to a bush and pulled out a single red rose in full bloom. Kayla gasped at its size.

"Jett it's beautiful." She said once he handed it to her. Under closer inspection she realized it was handmade.

"I stayed up most of the night making it for you." Jett admitted sheepishly.

"You made this for me? You're so thoughtful. That's one of the reasons why I love you." Kayla said wrapping her arms around his neck. The sensation of his hard body firmly pressed against hers sent a hot bolt of thunder down her back and between her thighs.

Jett didn't realize how thick Kayla really was until they were that close. She was hiding some goodies under those clothes. He became hard at the thought of Kayla standing before him undressed. Kayla felt her center become an inferno as Jett slowly tileted his head toward hers. The could taste the honey before their lips touched. Oh, how he couldn't wait.

"Oh shit!" Kayla said, breaking the flow.

"What is it?" Jett asked. He was so close.

Kayla pulled out her cell phone. "Yes ma?" She asked eyes still on Jett. He silently cursed under his breath. Her mother always had perfect timing. "Okay." Kayla ended the phone call and looked and Jett with sorry eyes. "Gotta get home and get ready to graduate."

"Yea graduation." Jett said with fake enthuasium.

"Very funny Jackson. It'll happen, don't force it."

Jett nodded in agreement. He took the rose and placed it in her hair. "Shall we?" He asked, holding out his hand. Kayla linked her fingers with his and they walked home to prepare for the big day.