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Dis: I own nothing. Morgan gave me full permission to use her. 
Jan 5, 00
AusieWanaB@aol.com

Anywhere but here,
By Kara Estes   

    "Their getting too powerful sir."
    "I realize that Watson, go grab me file number 0-37 and 0-72."
    "What do you plan to do sir?"
    "Reassignment."

    "Do it again!" 
    "Ah come on Race, we've been doing it for two hours now, can't I take a 
break?"
    "Not until you can get it right," said Race Bannon who was teaching his 
student, Jonny Quest how to do a flying dragon. 
    "What am I doing wrong? I'm doing everything that your telling me to do, 
what else am I lacking?" asked Jonny.
    "Balance," Race said as he lightly pushed on Jonny's shoulder which sent 
him flopping down on his butt. "See."
    "Ha-ha-ha very funny Race!"
    "Agent Phil Corvin and an unidentified man are requesting admission at 
front gates."
    "Request identification please Iris," said Race. He then reached back to 
his rear pocket where he unlocked his gun holster. Seconds passed before Iris 
reported back.
    "The other man is identified as Agent Barry Watson. Shall I let them in 
or deny entrance?"
    "Let'em in." Race said with a gruff tone. 
    "What's up Race?" asked Jonny.
    "I'm not sure kido, but I want you to stay right here and practice your 
flying dragon." Race said. He then exited the Quest Physical Recreational 
Activities Room, better known as QPRAR, and headed up to the main part of the 
compound to join his guest.
    
    "So what do I bestow the honors of you guys coming to my humble work 
place?" asked Race.
    "Cut the crap Bannon, we need to talk to you and Quest," Watson said as 
he was cut off by a female voice coming from the bottom of the staircase.
    "Hey dad, whose here? " Jessie asked, she then noticed the stern look on 
her father's face when she walked in to the living room.
    "So is this your lovely daughter?" asked Watson. He then walked over to 
her and looked her up and down.
    "Watson, take those filthy eyes off my daughter!" Race exclaimed.
    "Why, she's about my age and I'm single. So how old are you?"
    Jessie grinned and said,"I'm 17 and sorry uninterested!" 
    "Ooh ouch, well I was close, only 10 years difference between us, it 
could've worked!" Watson said. He then watched as Race's blood boiled.
    "Uhem..." said Coven, "Bannon, we came to talk to you and Dr. Quest, 
privately!" 

    "You're what?" questioned Dr. Benton Quest.
    "Were reassigning you a new bodyguard," Watson said.
    "After reviewing your file, we have come up with that Bannon here isn't 
doing his job as he's supposed to be,  so we are reassigning him to a new 
file and giving you a new bodyguard. He's a fresh new agent whose at the head 
of his class, his name is Christoph Holland. He will be arriving in three 
days, we expect you, Bannon to be out of here and in Springfield Missouri by 
then." Said Croven. 
    Watson then handing Race and DR. Quest each a file. In it, it contained a 
detailed description of ether the new bodyguard or the new job.
    "What do you mean by I'm not doing my job," asked Race.
    "Simple Bannon, it's just like they said at the academy, or at least when 
I was in it they did, that you take very little from the government and give 
back everything!" Watson said with a cocky attitude and a bad southern 
accent. "And by what I can see, you've taken it all and gave nothing!"

    "Okay Dad explain it to me again why were going to Springfield Missouri."
    "We already went through this, I'm getting reassigned. You better start 
packing your things, because we don't have long before we have to leave," 
Race said. He watched her expressionless face as she left for her room. He 
felt sorry for her. 
    "Race, you know whatever happens your always welcomed here at the 
compound?" asked Dr. Quest. He had watched his bodyguard and friend. It had 
been 10 years since Race had joined his families life and in that 10 years, 
he had become a part of it. When he had introduced his daughter into the 
house, Benton vowed then and there, to treat her asif she was his daughter. 
They were family, and it was going to be hard to see them leave.
    "Have you told the boys yet?" Race asked.
    "Yup. Hadji seems to understand, but Jonny's a different problem. He 
seems angry and bitter. You might go talk to him." Dr. Quest said.
    "Later," Race said, it was all he could say. He didn't want to do it, nor 
did he want to even think about doing it. He knew that Jonny was in love with 
Jessie, he could see it in his eyes, and he knew that losing her is going to 
be a big blow to him.

    Jonny didn't know what to say when his father told him what was 
happening. How could he, he had known Jessie for almost seven years. Seven 
years. And within those last few years, he had grown to love her. More so, 
that it made him cry just to think of life without her. He then decided to go 
talk to her, maybe they could come up with a strategy to get her to stay. He 
got up and left his bed, which he had been sitting in since he heard the 
news. He then preceded to walk across the hall and into her. He reached her 
door and gently knocked.
    "Come in."
    "Hey," he said. It was all he could say, nothing more, nothing less.
    "Hey," she replied as she folded her clothes and gently put them in a box.
    "So I take it, it's true?" he asked.
    "No, Im just packing these clothes for the heck of it, yes it's true." 
She said sarcastically.
    Jonny smiled at her remark. "You know I'm going to miss you?"
    "Yep." She said.
    "You know Im going to have a party after you leave?"
    "Yep." She said again, still folding her clothes in boxes.
    "You know I know that your ignoring me?"
    "Yep." She said, "Hey! Sorry, I kinda have a lot of things on my mind. 
I'm sorry Jonny, I really am."
    "Hey, I understand. Need any help?" he asked.
    "Nah, but if you want to, you can start packing my picture frames and 
stuff."
     "Okay," he said and went to work. Before he carefully wrapped each 
picture frame in paper, he would make sure to look at each picture, trying to 
remember all the events led up to the picture. Most were taking during a 
mission. Only few were else places. One picture stood out, it was taken 
during his 16th birthday party. It was when he got his drivers license and 
had driven the car into the front gates. She was there getting ready to take 
a picture of him when he drove in, but ended up taking one as he drove right 
into the front gates.
    "Hey over there, I thought you wanted to help, not stand there and 
stare." Jessie remarked.
    "Opps sorry, I just got caught up in the moment."
    "So which one are you looking at?" she asked.
    "Oh it's nothing, its just that picture you took as I drove through the 
front gates." 
    "Ah, the mighty "Speed Racer" picture." She said, she then grabbed the 
picture out of his hands and quickly wrapped it up. She then went back to her 
post and went back to work folding clothes.
    "You know, we could say good-bye right here, right now, so that way we 
don't have to worry about saying good-bye because we already have."
    "Yeah, we could." She said, she then sat down her folded shirt, and went 
over to him. "Good-bye!" She said, she could feel tears forming in her eyes, 
but she couldn't do anything about them. She just let them flow. It was then, 
when she felt Jonny hug her. He squeezed her tight, he knew he didn't want to 
let her go. 
    "Good-bye Jess," he said. It was then, when Hadji came bursting through 
the door. It wasn't unusual of him to do this, but he only did this because 
he had just heard the news and had just got back from Bangalor.
    "I am so sorry my friends to interrupt, but I just heard the news and I 
came in here to say that I can't believe it's true," he said.
    "Join the club," Jonny said as he let go of his embrace on Jessie. Jessie 
than quickly wiped away her tears, she normally didn't cry. It was something 
her father kind a shunned down on. So she always did her best not to let them 
show. 
    "You know Im going to miss you guys a lot, you guys are like brothers to 
me." She said.
Chapter 2.

    
    It had been almost a day since Race had gotten the file of his new job. 
It was going for 3 am, but he couldn't sleep. He had too much on his mind to 
even comprehend what was going on. It was hard for him to believe this was 
happening. He knew that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger 
on what it was. He figured he should look at the file and see what he was 
getting himself into. He opened the file to see the basic history and 
biography of the guy he would be working for. His name is Gary Sechler, age 
47, he is the grandson of the founder of I-1, and is one of the "Big Sticks". 
His wife, Sandra, has been married twice, the first marriage, her husband 
died, leaving behind a son, Brent Flanagan-Sechler, who kept his fathers last 
name and added on Gary's. Brent, was only one when his father died, and was 
two when his Mom got remarried. He his now 18. Gary and Sandra have a 
daughter also, her name is Kylee Sechler, who is 16.
     Included with the background information, Race found information on the 
town, where they would be living, directions and school information. Just 
then, he looked up to see the tired emerald eyes looking at him. He cleared 
his throat as he thought up an excuse for being up, but while trying to come 
up with something, he realized that he should be asking her why she's up.
    "Ponchita what are you doing up, its," Race said as he fumbled for the 
time.
    "It's 3 am and I was beginning to ask you the same thing," she said.
    "I just have too much on my mind to sleep, and you?" he said.   
    "Lets just say I just got done packing and can't sleep."
    "Your done already?"
    "Pretty much. So is the new boss?"
    "Yup, and I was just getting to the part about your new school. We need 
to go up to your school tomorrow and get your transcripts and sign you out 
and then fax all that in and sign you up at your new school."
    "So where is my new school called?"
    "Um, I believe, here it is, Hillcrest High School." He said and took out 
the picture of it. The pictured showed a the front of the outside of the 
building which revealed two noticeable levels and what one could determine 
with a school being located on a hill, a third one, being a basement, would 
be a must. It also showed a separate square building which was only a mere 
feet away, which from the look, was a newer edition, a gym, and another 
building, this one more close to the road and had a gravel sidewalk leading 
up a hill to it from the school. The school was huge, and as Jessie read the 
paper about it, she found out that it was not only big a big building, but a 
big population of students too. It had 1,800 students in it, and her junior 
class had 355 of those students. Just her school population alone was bigger 
than the surrounding towns she had lived in.
    "Wow, it sure is big," she said.    
    "Yeah, but I think you'll be able to just, won't you?" Race asked.
    "Yah, no problem," she lied. 
    "That's my girl." He said. He then showed her the family and the town 
they would be living in.
    

    "I'm home," Jessie said as she walked into the house with Jonny at her 
heels. She walked into the living room, dropped her backpack down on the 
floor, and went to the kitchen to get a snack.
    "Jess, honey, could you please come to the den, I need to talk to ya."
    "Can it wait Dad, I just got home and I'm starving. I sure hope the food 
at my new school is much better than the one here in Rockport," she said with 
her head in the fridge.
    "Well, that's what I need to talk to you about," Race said from the 
doorway.
    "About school food?"
    "Funny! No, I'm talking about your new school. Now could you please come 
in the den!"
    "Okay Dad." Jessie said, she then shut the refrigerator door, and 
followed her father into the den. As soon as she walked in, Race closed the 
door.
    "So what's up Dad?"
    "What's up is that your probably not going to enjoy the classes I could 
get you. And before you complain, just remember, I was lucky to get you in, I 
had to pull a few strings with your vice principal, Mr. Snodgrass, so heres 
your schedule. Oh and I found out today that you will be in a few classes 
with Brent, whose Mr. Sechler's stepson," Race said. He then handed his 
daughter her schedule and prepared for her reaction.
    "Okay, its an 8th block schedule."
    "Oh yeah, Mr. Snodgrass explained to me that on Monday's and Wednesdays 
you go to these classes," Race said pointing to the left handed column," and 
on Tuesday's and Thursdays you go to these classes, and on Fridays, you have 
every class."
    "Oh joy!" she said. "Okay lets see here, Mondays I have Mrs. Evens, trig, 
oh boy fun, Mrs. Hannah, Bio III, Mr. Doddson, Journalism II, how in the heck 
did you manage this one dad?"
    "I pulled a few strings, you'll be working on the school paper, and the 
yearbook, everyday!"
    "Fun!" she said sarcastically.
    "And last is Media I with Mr. Paley, why did I get media?"
    "I thought you might like it, besides it sounds fun!"
    "Tuesday, Mr. Mullherin, PE, in the morning?"
    "It was the only other class available at that time."
    "Fine. Okay, Mrs. Gannon, family meals, Mr. Doddson , Journalism II and 
Mrs. Bishop, English III. Sounds fun dad!" she lied.
    "That's my girl!"
Chapter 3
        Knock, knock.
    "Come on Jess, six bells, we need to be leaving real soon!" Race said.
    "I'm almost done," Jessie said.
    As Race was about to go outside to make sure everything was loaded up, 
but got side tracked at the sight of his empty room. When he walked in, the 
sight of the bare walls and clean floor. As he walked into the room, he could 
feel the dents in the carpet from his furniture, and he could see the darker 
parts of the wall where his pictures were. It was hard to believe that it was 
really happening. He knew that there was a cover up going on, but he couldn't 
figure out why or who was behind it. All he knew was that as soon as he moved 
to his new job, he would make it a point to find out what was going on. But 
the part that troubled him the most was that they weren't just making his 
life a hell hole, but his daughter's and anyone else they were close to. He 
hated that he had to uproot her and take her away from the one house she had 
been able to call home. 
    "Hey Dad, wanna give me a hand?" Jessie asked as she, Jonny and Hadji 
walked out with boxes in their hands.
    Race chuckled at the sight of his daughter carrying a few small boxes 
while Jonny and Hadji carrying all the big ones. "Look like you've already 
got help."
    "Race, " Jonny said as he walked over to Race and placed the box in his 
hands.
    "Ump," Race said, "what is in here?
    "Oh nothing but the last eight years of stuff I have collected while I've 
lived here," Jessie said bitterly.
    After that comment, Race kept quiet, he knew he could never make this up 
to her.

    As hard as packing was, leaving seemed harder. Race had expected to be 
gone by 7 am, but instead, they ended up leaving around 10am. After driving 
for hours, they decided to stop off at a small cafe outside of Philadelphia. 
    "Sigh," Jessie said as she slumped down in the booth she was sitting in.  
She stared at her father as he scarfed down his barbecue beef sandwich. The 
sight of him eating the sloppy meal was making her chicken fingers look 
gross. It wasn't her choice to eat at a Mom and pop style place, she would 
rather be eating at McDonneld's or Burger King, but her fathers explanation 
that they had all the time in the world to eat at those fast food places. So 
without a fight, she agreed. This is his trip, let him have fun.    
    As Race was eating, he noticed that his daughter wasn't eating, but 
playing with her food. He then sat his sandwich down. and swallowed his last 
bite and decided to confront her. "So, what's the sad look for?"    
    "What do you think its for?"    
    "Well, I should've seen that one coming. I was only trying to help," he 
said.   "Yah, and so did the people who decided that we should move."
    "Hey I'm not that evil," he said. That remark earned him a smile. "Hey 
got you to smile."  
    "So."   
    "What are you trying to do, have a pity party?" 
    "Sounds fun to me!"

    "After a short lunch, they were back on the road. Traveling through 
Philadelphia, and getting lost.
    "Um... Dad... I think were lost." Jessie proclaimed.
    "Not according to the map I-1 gave us," he said as he pointed to their 
direct locations.
    "But Dad, we just passed a sign for South Street and according to this 
map I downloaded before we left, we are really off coarse," Jessie said 
pointing to her map. Just then Race made a quick pull over on the street in 
front of a shop. When Jessie looked over to see where they were at, she 
started laughing. While she was laughing Race grabbed her map from her hands 
and compared it with his. 
    "Hmm..." he said as he starred at each map, looking each up and down 
trying to find the mistakes. "Dagumit," he said,
    "what's wrong Dad?" Jessie asked as she stopped laughing.
    "I can't make heads or tails over which one of these maps are right, and 
damn, I left the cell phones packed in the comm bag in the U-Haul truck, I 
wonder if they have a phone I could use, I need to call an old buddy of mine 
to get him to send a map to the FBI field office here so we can pick it up 
and leave," he said. He then got out of the car.
    "Dad wait, do you know where your going?"   By that time, he didn't hear 
her. Oh well, she thought. He probably needs to restock his supply for the 
new town, she thought.

    "Hi Welcome to Condom Kingdom, how may I help you?" asked a perky girl 
who was at the front counter. Just then, Race realized what his daughter was 
trying to warn him about before he came in.
    "Um..." he said as he read her name off of her name tag,"Um, yes Morgan, 
I was wondering if you had a phone I could use."
    "Yes, but it's only for paying customers."
    "Okay okay fine." Race said with a red face and picked up an item and 
paid for it. "Now can I use the phone?"
    "Certainly! Oh and have a nice night!" Morgan said with a big grin.

    "Well, we have a new map waiting for us at the FBI office," Race said as 
he got in the car and threw a small brown paper sack in the back-seat. "It 
seems like the government haven't gotten new updated map's in years, I had to 
pull a few strings to get this new puppy," he said.
    "So Dad, what's in the sack you bought," Jessie said with a huge grin 
across her face.
    "None of your business!" With that, he quickly drove off, but not without 
glancing in his mirrors to make sure no one he knew saw him.  
Chapter 4

    After they dropped by and picked up their new map, they were well on 
their way. They were trying to make it as far as they could; I-1 wanted them 
in Springfield in less than two days, so they didn't have time to spare 
getting lost. After a while, Jessie took over driving so her father could get 
some sleep. She was told by him, that if he wasn't awake by eight, to stop at 
the nearest town and find a hotel to stay at and then wake him up. When eight 
rolled around, it was just her luck that she was a few miles away from a 
large enough town to have a few hotels. When the arrived, they got a room, 
unpacked clothes for the next day, went out for supper and went back to the 
hotel to sleep. For them, 6 a.m was coming too quick. 

    As the night hours slowly exited, the two travelers awoke to a rainy 
dawn. They then quickly packed up their belongings, checked out and left. 
They would be traveling all day so that they could arrive at Springfield at a 
decent time. 
    The first signs that the received that they were getting close was the 
sudden change from the contemporary pop to the mostly country music radio 
stations. It wasn't anything Race couldn't handle, in fact, he was loving it 
to death. The strumming of the guitar and the rhythmic sound of the fiddle 
with twangy voice of the singer took Race back to his days of living in 
Willamette Ill. and working around on the farm. He truly was in heaven. He 
tapped his thumbs against the steering wheel to the beat of the songs about 
killing Earl, women getting their revenge against boyfriends who never 
listened to them, but what made him laugh the most was the song that was on 
after the revenge against boyfriends song. This song was different from the 
rest, but it was still a good ol'fashion country song. But it was rather 
unique, and held a power to make people come out of transes and listen to it. 
It even caught Jessie's attention. It all started with...
    
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun 
Over by the gate lordy here she comes 
With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea
I make a little room and she climbs on up
Open up a throttle and stir a little dust
Just look at her face she ain't a foolin me

She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always staring at me
While I'm chuggin along
She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy

    It was those first lyrics of the song that arose Jessie from her magazine.

We ride back and forth until we run out of light
Take it to the barn put it up for the night
Climb up in the loft sit and talk with the radio on
She said she's got a dream and I asked what it is
She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids
One more teeny weeny ride before  take her home

She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always staring at me
While I'm chuggin along
She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy

    But it was those lyrics that got her to respond.
    "This song is stupid!"
    "Huh?" Race said.
    "This song, listen to it."
    "I'm listening."
    "It's stupid. I mean, I've been to grandma and grandpas farm enough and 
rode a tractor enough to know its NOT sexy. It's down right nasty. Last time 
I rode one, I was covered with over an inch of dirt all over me, plus the 
sweat that was dripping off me was turning it into mud. And don't even get me 
started about the bumpiness. How demented is the person who wrote this song? 
That girl who thinks a tractors sexy needs to locked up in a mental 
hospital," she explained. All Race could do was laugh.
    "Could we please change the station?"
    "I doubt if your going to find anything better."
    "It's worth a try!" And with that, she spent the next 30 minutes trying 
to find anything better and ended up going back to country.
Well Jess, were in Springfield," Race said, "now help me look for street 
signs."
    "Okay," Jessie said as she laid down her book. "So what am I looking for?"
    "Umm... National, it's one of the main streets supposedly and will take 
us to H highway which will take us to Farm Road 143." 
    "Oh goody, were living on a Farm Road, perfect, we should get a tractor 
to go along with this "Farm Road" and then we can sing, She thinks my 
Tractors sexy," Jessie exclaimed.
    "Honey, I really don't want you using those stereo types around here, I'm 
hoping that maybe this is just a blessing in disguise. Besides, you should 
really look on the bright side of this, you'll be able to go to school 
everyday and won't have to worry too much on making up homework and you'll be 
able to make new steady friends," Race said.
    "But did you ever stop to think if I ever wanted those? I was perfectly 
happy traveling all around the world, saving it, and learning stuff in other 
countries that I would never had learned anywhere else."
    "I understand, but we really need to start looking for these road signs."
    "Fine," she said.
    The rest of the way was quiet except for the directions be given out. As 
the got closer to their destination, they were actually getting farther out 
of the town. The house that they were moving to was out in the country, 
around five miles out of the city limits. They  finally saw the road sign for 
their street, Farm Road 143, and turned into the long gravel driveway that 
lead to a well hidden house. When they finally reached the clearing of trees, 
a huge house was revealed. It was a three story house with a pool, and a 
separate guest house where Race and Jessie would be living. 
    "Wow," Jessie said in awe. "It's almost as big as the Quest Compound."
    "Yup, and we have our own house too, not too bad if I don't say so 
myself." Race said as he pulled the car and the U-Haul up to the paved 
driveway and parked the car. When they got out, they were greeted by their 
new boss, and his family.
    "You must be Roger Bannon, how do you do? I'm Gary Sechler and this is my 
wife Sandra, my daughter Kylee and my son Brent."
    "Nice to meet you sir, this is my daughter Jessica." Race said shaking 
his hand, "And please, call me Race."
    "No problem," Sechler said, he then turned to face Jessie, "So your 
Jessica eh?"
    "Hi," she said with a smile across her face, she then shook his hand. She 
then looked at his kids, Kylee and Brent and smiled at them.
    "Well, we should probably show ya'll to your house and get what you need 
unpacked before it gets too dark, then tomorrow we'll help ya'll get moved 
in." He said as he led them into the guest house. 
    "Hi, I'm Jessica." Jessie said to Kylee and Brent.
    "Hey, I'm Brent."
    "And I'm Kylee," Kylee said all perky.
    "So whats this town like?" Jessie asked.
    "Well, besides the fact that theirs little places for teens to go, it's 
okay, We do have some popular hang outs like the Underground, and a few 
others here and there," Brent said.
    "Well thats a few more than the town that I came from had." 
    "Where that at?" Kylee asked.
    "Rockport Maine."

    It was going for seven o'clock when they finished unpacking what they 
needed. After all that traveling and unpacking, it was time for Race to crash 
and burn. He then walked into the living room, laid down on the couch and 
turned on the TV. They were hooked up to a satellite due to the fact that 
they were out of the cable company's boundaries. So it wasn't too hard for 
Race to find something on the tube. While he was flipping through he could 
hear Jessie talking to Kylee down the hall.

    "Hey Jessica, lets go out for supper or something, that way we can get to 
know each other," Kylee sugested.
    Jessie sighed, it had been a long time since she had done things like 
that. 
    "But if your too tired I'll understand," Kylee added in.
    "No, that sounds kinda fun, lets go," Jessie said.
    "Okay, I'll have to go get my brothers keys and we'll be off."
    "Your brothers keys?"
    "I'll explained later," she said.

    They then drove into town and stopped to eat at popular resturant there.
    "So you go to Hillcrest, right?" Jessica asked.
    "Yup, and love it. I'm a cheerleader there and it's so fun. But don't let 
rumors get to you, the north side is not white trash," she said with a French 
fry between her fingers.
    "Northside, white trash?"
    "See, we live on the northside, which is commonly characterized as the 
poor side, but were not. And then there's the South side, which is were all 
the rich snobby people live. You'll see. So are you going to school tomorrow?"
    "No," Jessica said as she shook her head, "I need to unpack the rest of 
my stuff and get settled in. Besides, were still waiting on the rest our 
stuff to arrive, like mine and my dad's other car, some of the other 
communication devices, and so on.So I won't probably be there until next week 
or so. Oh speaking of cars, what's the deal with you driving your brothers 
car?"
    "Oh that, well lets just say that when it gets icy here, it really gets 
icy, and I kinda hit a slick spot and put my car in a big ditch," the perky 
blonde headed girl replied.
    "Ah, I see." Jessica said with a laugh.
    "Yup, but since your not coming to school until next week, you might as 
well come to tomorrow nights big basketball game. It's the northside verses 
the South. Hillcrest vs. Kickapoo. That way you can meet all my friends and 
see Brent play and meet some new people."
    "I don't know."
    "Aw come on. I'm not cheering so I can introduce and sit with you! 
Besides it's a  Friday night, and no one stays home on Friday or Saturday!" 
She said all perky.
    "Okay fine. I'll come."
    "Good. I'll take you shopping before hand and all, hows that?"
    "Sounds fun," Jessica said as she was suddenly interrupted by a waiter 
passing by, who just happened to catch Jessica's eye.
    "Earth to Jessica, you can stop drooling."
    "Sorry."
    "Don't, that is Carey Bell. He goes to our school, and he's on the 
basketball team. He's also Student Council President and all around nice, 
cute, funny guy."
    "Well then, I'm defently coming!"