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                        Perfection
                        (short story)

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J&J HR (YAHOOOO!!!)
        
        "Now you two don't stay up too late, actually you guys should be
heading for your rooms." Race Bannon suggested.
        "Yes, it's getting late." Jonny's father, Dr. Quest added.
        "Uh, sure." Both Jonny and Jessie replied. The both stood up and began
up the stairs towards their bedrooms. On their way up though, Jonny ran
up to Jessie and tagged her on the shoulder, yelling "TAG!!" and then he
darted towards his room, with Jessie hot in persuit. She followed him
into his room and shut the door. She chased him around the room. Jonny
jumped up onto his bed and caught Jessie off guard and started chasing
her. She ran out of his room, giggling. Jonny ran after her as she
headed towards the front door.
        "Ha! You can't catch me!" She teased.
        "Ya, wanna bet?" With this Jonny sped up and tackled Jessie. She did a
somersault and got back onto her feet. Having the wind knocked out of
her, she found it hard to keep running.

        They had ben so unaware of their surroundings, that they didn't even
notice they had ended up, down on the beach below the compound. Jessie
started slowing down to a walk. JOnny came up from behind her.
        "Ooo, Jessie you're out'ta shape." He teased. He lightly tapped her on
the shoulder. "Tag" he whispered.

        They started walking along the beach, Jessie bending down every so
often to pick up shells.

        *Boy she's so wonderful.* Jonny thought with a smile on his face.

        *This is such a perfect night, such a poetic scene, 'a moon-lit walk on
the beach'. And such perfect company.* Jessie thought, stealing a glance
a Jonny. The moon-light ginving his hair a gleaming white-blond color.
        
        Jessie looked down at the ground and saw something shiny on the sand.
It was a glimmering heart shaped shell. Jonny saw it too. They both bent
down to pick it up. Their hands touched gently. Jessie shivered, and
Jonny's cheeks turned red, but this could not be seen, due to the
midnight blue sky. They both lifted their heads to look at each other.
Their eyes locked. Jonny picked up the shell, they both stood up facing
each other. Jonny cupped her hands and placed the shell inside.
        "I give you my heart." Jonny whispered. With his 'Oh so familiar
lop-sided grin.' Jessie didn't say anything, she just smiled and
blinked, drwaing Jopnny's gaze towards her incredibly enticing emerald
eyes..

        A sudden gust of wind blew through their hair and pushed Jonny closer
to Jessie. They stared into each others eyes. Jessie, so over come by a
wave of emotion, drops all of her shells onto the sand, except to the
heart shell, Jonny gave her. They both move in towards each other, but
they paused 3 seconds before their lips locked. Jessie felt his breath
on her. She never thoguht she would ever feel this way. Especially with
Jonny. She always thought he was way out of her league. She shivered.
Jonny pulled away from the kiss. Finally, a chance to breathe. The kiss
must have gone on for at least two minutes. When they parted Jessie
shivered again.
        "Are you cold?" Jonny asked.
        "Yah, a little." But she wasn't shivering from the cold. It was her
mental way of trying to clear her head and try to understand what had
just happened. She knew exactly what just happened, she and Jonny, yes,
JONNY had kissed, and such a perfect kiss.

        They then turned around to walk back to the compound, it was now
2:30am. Jessie's head rested on Jonny's shoulder, Jonny's arm draped
around her. And the shell pressed up against her heart.

The End


Lincon<3

Well there's a story behind this fanfic. First of all I dedicate this
story to Prince William. Well because if you think about it, look at him
and do you also notice that he would be a perfect real live Jonny,
except for the eyes?? I sure do. And also his strength to be able to
deal with the death of his mother Princess Diana. I know I never would
be able to deal with it if it was my mother.  And as far as the idea for
this story goes. I was thinking and thinking of ideas for a story and
nothing was coming out of my head, then I got a phone call from my
friend "hey you" (that's her nick name, her actual name is Mary) and we
were talking about Prince William. Then after I hung up, WHOOOOSH!!!
Idea's flooded my head and so I used them for good. I don't even
remember writing this story, words were just jumping onto the paper.
Anyway so I hope you enjoy. And e-mail me if you agree about the whole
"Prince William issue". 

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