A/N: I had this chapter started even before I finished the last chapter of Maybe More and it's just taken me this long to finish it. I didn't know quite how much I wanted to put in the first chapter of this new, Part Two – Absolutely More story. The end result is that is has a lot, probably more than a chapter should. But there's a lot of little elements I want them to have to deal with and this sets up several of them.

In the meantime, I've read several other stories and I just have to say thank you to all of you for feeding my habit, lol. Yes, it's a sickness I have & I need my fix. So, many thanks not only to the reviewers, but to the authors as well. I love this place!

Rated M for some MUCH needed fun to come! Not my characters, etc…just my ideas. Hope you enjoy…

Ch. 1 More Fun

"Hello," said Graham, as he walked in his house and saw the back of Jordan's head over the top of the couch. He somehow couldn't bring himself to address Jordan by his name, instead choosing to keep some distance with as little conversation as possible.

"Oh, hey," said Jordan as he turned around to see Angela's dad walk in. Thank God he was sitting down, he thought to himself. Although her dad showing up definitely killed the mood, his body hadn't completely recovered from where it had been less than two minutes before.

"Where's Angela?" Graham asked, looking around and not seeing her.

"Oh, I uh, I think she had to go get something from her room, or something," Jordan offered. Sometimes it really came in handy to act like he was kinda out of it, he thought with a satisfied grin.

Graham thought that answer sounded suspicious, but couldn't put his finger on exactly why. Just then, he saw Angela come down the stairs. He wondered what she had been doing up there.

Angela heard her father ask about her and knew she couldn't hide out forever. Besides, that would really make her look guilty, when for all her dad knew, she had just been in the bathroom. He couldn't know what they had been doing when he pulled up, could he?

"There you are," Graham said to Angela, with a curious look on his face.

"Hey dad," Angela said, trying to sound light and happy, and not guilty.

"So, what are you two up to?" Graham asked, trying to sound only mildly interested, but instantly Angela became defensive.

"We're not up to anything, dad, geez. I got my jacket, Jordan. Are you ready to go?" Angela changed the subject and headed toward the door. It seemed like her dad was always trying to find something he was unhappy about lately when it came to her and Jordan.

"Where are you going?" Graham asked her as she walked past him.

"Jordan has band practice tonight, Dad. I already told mom and she said it was okay. I'll see you tonight. Bye," she said hurriedly, as they both walked out the door, ending the conversation.

Jordan waved a little bit at Graham as he was closing the door and said simply, "See ya."

"Yeah, see ya," Graham said to an empty house. He walked over to the window to watch them as they headed to Jordan's car. He watched Jordan place his hand on Angela's back and lean around her to open the door. Graham noticed that he continued to hold his hand there as he held the door open with the other hand and didn't take his hand off her back until she was inside his car.

"God, that was close," Angela exhaled as soon as Jordan shut his own door. "I don't know why he showed up. He's always at the restaurant every day until really late, trying to get it ready to open. I never thought…."

Jordan put the keys in the ignition, but before he turned the car on, he leaned over and interrupted Angela with a deep, long kiss. It had become a familiar habit of his, interrupting her that way. They both always smiled afterwards, knowing about all the times he did it and her reaction each time. This time, it was more because he had been having such a good time kissing her just a few minutes ago and he was not ready to stop.

"What are you doing?" Angela said this time. "My dad could be watching us right now," she whispered again, turning to look at the front windows of her house. She didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, though.

"So?" replied Jordan in the same conspiratorial whisper. He grinned as he started the engine and drove away from the curb.

Angela was continually amazed at how little Jordan cared if he offended others or not. He was just so supremely confident in himself and his right to behave however he chose. It was one of the many things she loved about him. Angela wished she had the same kind of courage, but she found herself constantly second guessing her actions, trying to analyze how others might see her.

As they drove away from the house, Graham stood back from the window in the living room, unseen to outsiders, but still able to observe the front of his house. If that boy had the nerve to kiss her like that with her father just a few feet away, what else did he have the courage to do? He frowned, wondering if they were really heading off to Jordan's band practice. And what was this practice, anyway? Where was it held? How was it structured?

Graham knew from Patty's little eavesdropping foray that they drank beer while they were supposedly practicing. How could she have given her permission for Angela to attend band practice with this guy? What was she thinking? Why did he have nothing but questions, Graham wondered helplessly? The questions were driving him crazy, and he realized he had no answers for any of them, either.

Jordan reached over and grabbed Angela's hand as they drove in the direction of the loft. He rubbed his thumb back and forth across the top of her knuckles. Angela loved the fact that he always seemed to need to be touching her these days.

They were a little early for practice, but really had nowhere else to go, so Jordan drove there anyway. He was hoping they'd be alone for a little while before everyone else showed up. But when they got there, Shane and a couple other guys were already there, just hanging out with a couple girls Angela had seen before, but hadn't actually met.

"Hey Catalano. What's up? Hey Angela," Shane said, causing Jordan to do a double take. He just wasn't used to any of his friends being like, friendly, with Angela. He didn't necessarily mind, he guessed, but it just sort of surprised him.

"Hey," replied Angela, and gave Shane a small smile as she followed Jordan across the loft.

Jordan was still holding her hand and he pulled her over to the hammock with him. It was the only spot not taken, but even better, thought Jordan, it was really cozy. He fell back onto the hammock, causing Angela to fall on top of him, which was just exactly what he had planned. He grinned evilly at her, his face a fraction of an inch from her own as he whispered, "Hello, beautiful."

"Hello, handsome," Angela whispered back with a huge smile on her face. She couldn't believe how far they had come from the days when Jordan didn't want his friends to know he was with her to him practically attacking her in front of all of them.

Shane watched them with a little half grin on his face, just shaking his head at how crazy Catalano had been acting over her. He used to think that Angela was just this weird girl, but for some reason he couldn't really even figure out, lately she had kinda been, like, interesting or something. He went over to the couch and plopped back down where he'd been sitting before, but his eyes kept wandering over to where Jordan and Angela were hanging in the hammock. He never noticed before, but her eyes were really pretty, especially when she smiled.

"Hey, so we gonna get jammin', or what?" asked Aaron, the bass player, as he got up and headed over to the instruments.

The group slowly began to take their places and Jordan whispered once more in Angela's ear, "I gotta um, yeah…get going, so, don't go anywhere, OK?" With those words, he leaned an inch closer and kissed her cheek.

Angela felt her heart flutter at the closeness of his words, his actions. She had dreamed of the two of them being this close, this happy for such a long time and had just about given up on that dream just a few weeks ago. She watched Jordan walk over to his guitar and place the strap around his neck. While she hated to see him walk away from her, she had to admit he looked damn good holding that guitar in his hands.

Angela still felt overwhelmed every time she remembered just how low she had felt, thinking they were like, over for good. It was the most miserable she had ever been in her entire life, and now she was the happiest she had ever been. The feeling scared her a little, because Angela knew that happiness always seemed short-lived when it came her way. She had a nagging feeling that something was bound to screw up the perfect place she was in right now, since it seemed like they just kept having more and more fun. Jordan, who had been discussing which songs to rehearse with the guys, turned in Angela's direction just then and winked at her. Just like that, all her worries disappeared and she enjoyed listening to the guys play, and especially enjoyed listening to Jordan sing.

After several songs, the guys took a break to get something to drink and relax a little. Jordan came back to the hammock where Angela was still watching him and leaned over to kiss her briefly as he said, "I'll be right back." Then he headed off to the bathroom.

Angela usually hated for Jordan to leave the room, as the other girls rarely spoke to her, and the guys had just gotten used to her, but still didn't include her in their conversations. It made Angela feel sort of like she was a part of them, but still alone. It was kind of like going out to eat at a restaurant all by yourself. Even though you were in a room with lots of other people, you were still acutely aware of how alone you really were.

Just then, Shane hollered at Angela from over by the little fridge they had, "Hey Angela, you wanna coke or something?"

"Um, sure, that sounds good," Angela replied, trying to sound as though the two of them shared friendly exchanges like that every day. "Thanks," she told Shane as he handed her the can.

"So Angela, how'd we sound?" Shane asked her once she had taken a sip of her drink and Shane had downed a swig of his beer.

Just the fact that he went out of his way to notice her, to include her somehow in a conversation, made Angela light up with a brilliant smile of gratitude. "Oh I think you guys are really getting good," she replied enthusiastically.

"Yeah? You really think so?" Shane asked.

"Oh definitely. I think you guys are gonna sound great by the time you play at Vertigo. When is that supposed to be?" Angela knew Jordan had mentioned the band getting another gig at Vertigo, but couldn't remember which week it was.

"Not this weekend, but next. But this will be the first time we've played with the new group of guys. And with this band's history, ya know, we gotta be prepared for like, anything to happen." They both laughed at that statement, knowing all the troubles the band had experienced in its short life.

Jordan walked back into the room just as Angela and Shane broke out into laughter. He was instantly reminded of her laughing and smiling at that Corey guy like that. Damn, man, get a hold of yourself, he thought. This was his best friend, and Jordan knew he didn't have to worry about Shane. Did he? Didn't Shane always tell him that he thought Angela was weird? So why was he like, being so nice to her all of a sudden? How come he had to go so fast from dissing her to flirting with her? Was he flirting with her? Surely not, thought Jordan, but he headed over with one thought in mind.

"Hey baby, you ready to get outta here?" Jordan asked Angela as he reached for her hand to try to pull her up out of the hammock.

Angela could barely put together a sentence, since that was like, the first time he had ever called her "baby" in front of anyone else. Not that she was counting or anything, but still, he had only called her that pet name when they were alone, until now. It sort of made her weak and barely able to reply, much less climb out of the hammock. "Are you guys through…?" Angela began to question him at the same time as Shane.

"What are you talking about, man? We still gotta work on those new songs…." Shane tried to protest, but Jordan cut him and Angela both off.

"Nah man, we practiced enough for one day. Angela's gotta get home & I promised she wouldn't be late. I gotta work tomorrow, but I'll call ya. Later, man." Jordan left no room for argument as he walked out with Angela, holding her hand again all the way.

Shane watched them leave and just shook his head. Man, Catalano was really wacked over this girl. But he had to admit, she was really pretty, after you got to know her a little. She really wasn't that weird, either. Maybe it was just the weird people she hung out with, he thought, shrugging his shoulders and returning to the other guys.

"He just left?" asked Aaron, when Shane told them practice was over. "Man, that dude is whipped," he cracked and they all just laughed as they nodded and opened a few more beers.

Once they were back in Jordan's car, Angela looked at Jordan and smiled as she said, "Sooo, worried about getting me home late? It's only 7:30. You getting tired of me already?" she teased him. She could tell by the way he was still holding and rubbing his fingers across her hand that he was not ready to take her home. So why had he hustled both of them out of there like that, she wondered?

Jordan couldn't help but smile sheepishly at being caught red handed like that by Angela. "OK, ya got me. I just wanted to be alone with you. We practiced enough. I think we're sounding alright. Don't you?"

"Oh yeah, I do. I was just telling Shane I thought you guys will sound great when you play Vertigo." Angela got excited thinking about them playing in public and her getting to be there this time, to watch.

Jordan got a little cloud over his eyes when she mentioned Shane and she looked all excited. "Yeah? So you and Shane, you're like, friends now, or something?"

"Um, I think we're both just friends with you, ya know? Anyway, he's the only one of your friends who's ever bothered to be nice to me, so yeah, I guess I like him for that." Angela was tired of talking about the band and the guys in it. She wanted to know what Jordan had in mind when he left rehearsal early. "So where are we going?"

Jordan accepted Angela's explanation about Shane. He kinda had to laugh at himself for thinking every guy who smiled at her had some secret desire for her, or something. But he knew how long he himself had desired her. And that Brian kid apparently had desired her even longer than that.

They had only met once for tutoring since the whole letter thing. Just long enough for Jordan to tell Brian he couldn't make it for awhile, with work and practice taking so much of his time. He left off the part about Angela taking most of his time, but Brian knew it already anyway. They didn't mention anything about Brian having a thing for her and both were relieved not to have to talk about it.

Thinking about it, Jordan realized Shane could just as easily fall for Angela, too. She just had a way of wrapping herself around your mind until you couldn't think about anything else. But she was here with him now, he reminded himself. And he knew exactly where he wanted to take her.

"Let's go to my house. My dad's working the late shift and won't be home until after midnight." Jordan smiled at Angela as he squeezed her hand. He wanted her so bad and he was so tired of waiting. They had been so close to actually making it all the way more than once now and he did not want to be interrupted anymore. The only thing that might stop them this time was if Angela decided she wasn't ready after all. Although Jordan knew the chance of that happening might actually kill him, at least he would die like, in the pursuit of happiness, he thought to himself with a wicked grin.