AN: This is something I cooked up while watching 6teen and reading some fanfictions. I noticed that there are hardly any JenxWyatt! I adore this show and all of its characters. This is my first heterosexual couple, but I think they're really cute. I hope I pull it off. R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own 6teen, Cartoon Network does.
It all started with a dream.
In the dream, I was in a huge, beautiful building, with chandeleirs and candles and all that fancy jazz. I was dressed in one of those old time fluffy dresses chicks wore in the 17th century with the corset and everything. Not that I didn't mind the gorgeous dress, but the corset was beginning to hurt my ribs. I was too distracted by the vividness of my dream to notice the dancers around me and how closely they resembled my friends - there's Nikki, only no piercings, and her hair was a more natural brown color, dancing with Jonesy, and there's Caitlin dancing with a boy who looks suspiciously like Jude (hehe, couldn't wait to tell her that) and, who's that startingly handsome gentlman?
The man in question was tall, dark, and hidden completely by a black mask. He was decked in a really hot old-fashion suit, with the buttons and gold lining and - oh, it doesn't matter. He was hot, and mysterious, and he extended his hand to me and I took it without even thinking about it. He twirled me on the dance floor under the fantastic candlelight and soon we were spinning in the middle of the marble floor, the other couples disappearing until it was just us, alone. I was actually pretty surprised that I was dancing properly and not embarassing myself in front of this mystery man and I was just starting to really enjoy everything when the guy took off his mask and oh my goodness holy shoe sale -
I woke up in a sweat and with tinglies in places I didn't know could tingle. I ran my hands through my hair. "Oh my God," I said, collapsing back on my pillow. "I just dreamed about Wyatt."