This chapter is dedicated to BrittMK She suggested the ship name for Jason and Diana. (Jiana) And she has shown unconditional support for my story.

Her fingertips trailed over the shiny, black guitar.

"Do you play?" Diana asked him.

"I used to." Jason mumbled. He was currently scrambling some eggs, and had the handle of a fork between his teeth.

Gingerly, Diana lifted it off the wall. "Will you play for me?" She asked softly.

He paused, sliding the hot skillet off of the stove. Sitting down on the couch beside her, he held the acoustic instrument. For some reason he kept staring at it as if he was reliving a thousand memories.

His hands found the strings and he began to play. At first, it was rusty, as if he was unsure of what he was doing. But over the course of five minutes, he had it down.

It was then that Diana noticed he was humming along to the music. It dawned on her that she might not know him as well as she thought she did. She nudged him gently, and then began singing the lyrics. He appeared startled, staring into her eyes , his own growing two shades darker.

Then to her surprise, his voice joined hers, blending. It was wasn't perfect, but that wasn't the way Diana wanted it to be. She wanted it to be raw, because that meant it was real.

This lasted a good fifteen minutes. Diana was in awe of how good his voice was, and how well he played. But more importantly, she liked the way they sounded together.

"I didn't know you sang." Jason was the first one to speak up.

"I could say the same thing about you. You're full of mysteries." Diana smiled.

Jason grew silent.

"Hey." Diana touched his shoulder. "What happened, Jason? Why did you stop playing?"

His eyes grew sad, depressed even. "I guess it's because I figured it wasn't worth it anymore."

"What wasn't worth it anymore?"

"The music, the singing, everything." He buried his head in his hands.

"But why?"

He sucked in a breath. "I guess because my parents didn't want me to pursue it. They thought I couldn't do it."

"So that's why you don't like your parents." Diana marveled.

"What?"

"Jason, how much do you remember?"

"About what?"

"What happened before the accident." She explained.

"It comes back in bits and pieces."

"So, still nothing about me?" She crossed her fingers and waited.

He shook his head and Diana's shoulders physically slumped.

Jason turned her head to face him. "But for some reason..I keep wanting to do this."

He pulled her close, an arm wrapped around her waist, and one behind her neck. Slowly, he leaned in and their lips met. Diana felt like she could melt, and her heart was racing like a thousand stampeding elephants.

His arm tightened around her waist and his fingers stroked the side of her face. He bit her lip gently, causing a moan to escape her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair.

They were still kissing and it felt perfect. It wasn't fireworks, sparks, or anything like any romance book had described it. It was an explosion of warmth, and a burst of complete and utter passion. It wasn't something that could be put into words, and Diana didn't feel like it needed to be.

When they finally pulled back, panting, Diana smiled and leaned her forehead against his. A few minutes later, she could form a coherent sentence.

"So what are we?"

"Uhh.." Jason stammered, apparently slightly caught off guard.

Diana stared at him. He scratched the back of his neck and scrunched up his face. This was what Diana came to know as his thinking face. "To be honest..I'm not really sure."

Diana's heart fell. She had expected as least some sort of an explanation, instead of being left to wonder what it meant to him every time he kissed her. She had figured out that she liked him. But did he feel the same way?

"Okay." Was all she could say.

Jason bit his lip as he studied her, like he still had no idea who she really was.

"I should go." Diana muttered, standing up. She was incredibly upset and trying her best not to show it. Jason's lack of vocal opinions was really starting to get to her. If he didn't explain how he was feeling, how was she supposed to know?

"You don't have to."

She turned back around to face him, her caramel pony tail hitting her in the face. Spitting out a mouthful of hair, she set her jaw in a grim line of determination. "Until we can figure out where we stand, I don't think that, that is a good idea." Her voice held a tone that was unrecognizable.

She slung her purse over her shoulder, and two minutes later, she was out the door.

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"I don't know what to do anymore." Diana told Perrin a week later while they were having breakfast.

"Umm..wll....mph!" Perrin mumbled through a mouthful of cereal.

Diana glared at her with an expressionless face.

Perrin swallowed and tried to hide her smile. "I'm sorry."

"No, you're not."

Perrin rolled her eyes, and reached across the table for a piece of bacon. "Seriously, Di. You need to lighten up. You've been such a buzzkill lately."

Diana bit down on the insides of her cheeks to avoid saying something that she would later regret.

"You know what? You're right. Let's go shopping."

Perrin's eyes immediately lit up. "You mean it?"

"Yeah, sure. Why not?"

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As much as she loved clothes and didn't mind shopping that much, shopping with Perrin was a completely different scenario. "Do you think this would look better in white?

She held up a shirt to Diana to compare the size, and scrutinized it like it was her first newborn child that she was afraid had been switched. The shirt was white with gold lettering on the front that read 'I'm so Fancy.'

"They both look good, Perrin. Come on, I wanna make it to that jean store before they close."

Perrin huffed and stuffed the shirt under her arm as she searched the rack for something else. "You go ahead. I'll meet you there soon."

"Yeah, okay." Diana could tell that Perrin would be there longer than 'soon.'

She exited the store and walked for about five minutes before she came to the store she loved. They had all kinds of bedazzled jeans, and cute shirts with necklaces and jackets. Inhaling the familiar scent of denim and a mixture of at least five different kinds of perfume, she approached a newer looking display.

Out of nowhere, a salesgirl appeared. "Hey!" She chirped. "What brings you in today?"

Diana squinted to read her name tag. Carol.

"Umm...just looking around."

"Oh, really? Have you ever shopped here before?" Carol continued with a bright smile on her face.

"Yeah.."

"Great! Have you seen our newest items yet? They are on sale today. 50% off! Can I get you a pair to try?"

"Uhh...sure." Diana mumbled, not liking the feeling of being coaxed into something. She much rather preferred an environment where she was allowed to browse the clothes in peace.

While Carol continued to ramble off multiple facts about the 'newest line', and also inquired Diana's jean and shirt size. Diana suddenly felt like she was the size of a pea. She whispered her size quietly. Who wanted their clothing size yelled out to the world anyway?

"These will look great on you!" Carol beamed. "I'm gonna give you this pair too, so you can see if you like it."

Diana took the pair of torn, and non-torn jeans, as the salesgirl unlocked the changing room door.

Finally now in the peace and quiet of the small cubicle, she felt like she could breathe again. She wriggled into the jeans and made a face as they started falling off her hips.

"How are you doing in there?" Carol asked.

Diana froze. Why the hell was she standing outside the change room door?

"Uhh...it looks good but I think it's a little loose." Diana mumbled.

"Can I see?"

Diana sucked in a breath as she pulled the door open and stood in view.

Carol scanned her over. "Yep, they're a little big. I'll get you the next size down." And with that she was gone.

Diana groaned as she closed the door and sat down, her head in her hands. How had she gotten herself into this mess? This had never happened at this store before!

A pair of jeans slid over the top of the door. "Here you go."

With a sigh, she tried to get into the next pair, but couldn't button it. With dismay she checked the size. It was two sizes below the one she had just tried on. She tried to pull the jeans off but they wouldn't budge. "Nooo...." She whisper-yelled under her breath.

"How's it going in there?" Carol questioned.

Diana grunted in response and gave the jeans another rough tug.

"Can I see?"

"Hold on a sec..." Diana continued to struggle when she heard a familiar voice outside the door.

"Yeah, she's got reddish-brown hair, she's about this tall. Have you seen her?"

Thirty seconds later there was a knock on the door. "Di? Can I come in?" It was Perrin.

Diana opened the door a crack, and to her relief, it was just Perrin standing out there. She pushed her way in, closing the door behind her.

"I looked everywhere for you! Oh my gosh what have you..." Perrin giggled when she saw the tangled mess that Diana was.

Diana's eyes clearly displayed her anger. "I'm about ready to cut them off." She threatened.

"No, no, don't do that." Perrin was quick to say. "Here." She yanked on the jeans as hard as she could and Diana felt them slide a little. It took them about five minutes but soon they had the dreadful jeans off.

"We have got to do something about that lady." Diana gasped out. "I feel like I'm in prison." When she had explained what had happened, all Perrin had done was laugh.

"Only you could get yourself in such a mess."

They stepped out of the changing room, and were met again by Carol. "How did it fit? Is there anything else I can help you find?" She asked eagerly.

"No, we're good thank you." Perrin answered gruffly.

Diana had never been so happy to escape her favorite store in all her life.

A/N: Hey lovelies! How are you? Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up, I've been very busy. Originally this chapter was going to be much shorter, but then I had some inspiration and now it's almost 2,000 words! Yikes! Funny story...so that whole store incident actually did happen to me today...though it was slightly different, much worse actually. The jeans getting stuck weren't my problem, even though they were hard to get off. My mom came to my rescue though.

Anywayz, my story has finally reached 3,000 reads!Like OH MY GOSH. I cannot thank you guys enough. Your support means the world to me, and I hope you continue to read. (PLEASE DON'T BE A SILENT READER)

I really want snow for Christmas. We don't have any snow yet, where I'm at. And the weather keeps fluctuating between 'I don't even need a jacket', and 'I need A COAT NOW.' So yeah. Hope you all have a Merry Christmas!