Exams are finallyyyyyyy OVER. I'm BACK! I Missed Fanfiction! And as a change, I've decided to put my A/N in italics instead of bold, because I find it easier to read than bold, and—Yeah, back to the point, so here's a fun little chapter about Jez and Morgead on Velentine's. Not my best work, I admit. When I first started this chapter, it was three weeks before Valentine's Day…But anyway. *Takes a deep breath*

Enjoy!

Night World ©L.J. Smith

"Do you ever wonder what they're up to with the heart shaped chocolates and stuff?"

"Nah. As long as they're chocolate."

"You'd eat them even if they're in pink heart shapes and have ribbons tied on them?"

"Sure. It's chocolate."

"Huh." Morgead scoffed.

"What?" Jez cocked her head and looked at Morgead. "Are you going to tell me about how vampires-don't-eat-chocolates?"

"No." Morgead said, not sounding skeptical or judgemental, "You're not going to listen to me anyway."

"That's true. It's like you know me already." Jez said with mock surprise.

"Mmhm." Was all Morgead said.

They were strolling on the streets in the city of San Francisco, trying to find something to do. The sun was high up in the sky and the air was warm. After declaring there's no secret hidden path or any dark valleys worth exploring, they ended up sitting on a bench under the tree shades, staring at the chocolate shop across the street. Morgead was slumping on the bench, looking lethargic and bored. Jez scanned their surrounding, disbelieving that there would be one day they actually have nothing to do.

Then that's when Jez saw the girl.

She was about her age, standing by the window shops. She was wearing ragged jeans and a plain T-shirt. The girl stared back at Jez and for a moment their gazes locked. The girl had clear midnight blue eyes and one of them was covered by her black hair which fell over a side of her face. She was sure. The girl shifted her gaze to Morgead who was standing beside Jez, and gave a little smile that was almost imperceptible.

Jez nudged Morgead. "I think that girl over there's not human."

"Is she a cardboard cut-out then?" Morgead said flippantly, busy staring at the rows of different chocolate behind the glass across the street.

"No." Jez frowned. "I'm serious. I think she's one of us."

That barely caught Morgead's attention. "Are you sure?" He asked.

Jez glanced back and saw the girl had already disappeared. She shook her head in frustration and glared at Morgead, who looked unconcerned, though his gem green eyes were staring at her. "No, she's just a cardboard cut-out." Jez said, annoyed, mimicking Morgead's earlier tune.

"That's stupid." Morgead just said.

"Would you just listen?" Jez said, exasperated. She pointed a finger in the direction where the girl was standing a few seconds ago. "Don't you think we should talk to her? Isn't this part of what your Plan needs?"

"But she's already gone." Morgead's gaze followed the direction Jez was pointing at.

Jez considered. "She'll come back. She's a vampire, Morgead. We need vampires our age. We want that because we want a gang." She explained, as if speaking to a three-year-old.

"Yeah, but that's Plan B." Morgead just said.

"What?" Jez questioned, genuinely surprised and loosing her patience.

"Don't you know the alphabets?" Morgead raised an eyebrow. "It goes A, B, C, D, E—"

"I know the alphabets. How can you have a Plan B—"

"Because I do!"

"—and not tell me about it?" Jez finished, eyes staring into his green eyes. "You don't make sense when you talk."

"I just told you about it. Plan B." Morgead said, "Now stop shouting at me."

"Did you just make that up because you weren't listening to me? I'm telling you, she could be a member of our gang!"

"That doesn't even exist right now! You're talking about an imaginary gang."

"It is not imaginary."

"Just, stop talking, okay?" Morgead snapped.

"Fine." Jez crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned away. She was really mad at him now. "You can live in your stupid imaginary world with your stupid imaginary gang and—" She stopped abruptly when she saw, out of the corner of her eye, that Morgead was surreptitiously stealing glances at the chocolate shop.

Then Jez understood.

"I knew it!" She said, forgetting about their previous argument. "You want chocolate too!"

"What?" Morgead exclaimed, "No!"

"You do!" Jez shouted in glee, repeating her former statement more emphatically, "I knew it!"

"I don't. What makes you think that?"

"You do. I know." Jez said with conviction. "You couldn't even take your eyes off. You know you want it, so just give in…" She coaxed. "Uncle Bracken gave me some pocket money yesterday…"

Morgead looked like he was tempted to give in. He didn't answer. Instead, he eyed at the "Happy Valentine's Day!" signs, and asked, "What's so special about Valentine's Day?"

"I dunno, all I know is you send cards and chocolate to people you like, like they do in schools, you know…" Jez tried to explain.

"No, I don't know." Morgead frowned. "Why?"

"I don't know!" Jez said, impatience dripping behind her words, just as a couple walked out of the chocolate shop. They held hands while walking. The girl had beautiful blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, and she was holding a heart shaped box. The guy had dark hair, and he said something that made the girl giggle.

"See," Jez said, nodding towards the couple. "He bought chocolate for her because he cares about her. And she likes him too so she accepts the chocolate."

"Right."

"You know, so they like each other, and that's what they do on Valentine's Day." Jez tried to elaborate, even though she knew she was just repeating things that she already said.

"So they like each other." Morgead said thoughtfully, eyes still staring at the young couple. They were now standing at the side of the road facing each other. The guy was saying something softly, and the girl was smiling.

"Yup. They're like, girl friend and boy friend," Jez said, satisfied with her little demonstration as she watched the couple. "You're my friend, and you're a guy, so you could be my—" She stopped and stared as the guy leaned closer to the girl until their lips touched.

Morgead was watching too, his eyes widening as he took in what was happening. He looked helplessly at Jez, expecting an explanation from her. Under normal circumstances, Jez would've made fun of him for making that expression, but now, she felt like choking.

"Well…" Jez gulped, her enthusiasm gone. "They like each other… a lot."

"A lot." Morgead agreed. They both started walking away robotically, avoiding their glances.

After a while, Morgead said charily, "You know, I don't like you, right?"

"I don't like you either." Jez said solemnly.

"I really don't like you." Morgead repeated.

"Yeah." Jez said. But despite everything, a small part of Jez was offended. Weren't they friends? How can friends hate each other? But Jez wasn't going to tell Morgead that. Instead, she said, "You're hot-headed, and you never listen to me. And I don't like you."

Morgead glared at her, and then retorted back, "You're stubborn. You steal my ideas and you act without thinking."

Jez couldn't help to control her anger. "That's not true!"

"It is." Morgead said easily.

"Fine, if that's the way you like it." Jez snapped backed. "I'm breaking up with you."

"You're breaking up with me?"

"Oh yes, I am."

"I dumped you first!"

"No, you didn't!"

"I did! Happy Valentine's Day!"

"Happy Valentine's Day to you too." Morgead glared. "And no chocolate." He added ruefully, though it sounded more of a reminder for himself than to Jez.

"No chocolate." She agreed. Then she turned around, meaning to walk away. But in the corner of her eye she could still see the Valentine's promotion signs and the chocolates on display. They were flashing in her mind, as if mocking her. She couldn't help it. She turned back and saw that Morgead hadn't left, and she somehow knew he was thinking the same.

The two stood in an uncomfortable silence for another minute.

"You know, maybe you're not that bad." Morgead said, just as Jez said, "I guess I can bear with you a little while."

"Yeah."He said, clearing his throat.

"Yeah." She said awkwardly.

"You're kind of the only friend I've had." He confessed. "I don't really want to loose that."

Jez stared at him, his eyes looking sincere and looking greener than usual. "Yeah…Me too." She looked away. "So we don't have to be friends friends. We could just be friends. As in, you know, just spending time together because we're friends, not like the kind—"

"Jez, shut up."

"You shut up. You want chocolate, right?"

Morgead grinned. "Absolutely." He answered without thinking.

A/N: So here's a few things I want to ask, and I would be very grateful if you could help me J … 1) Somehow I think this chapter has too many dialogues and not enough description. Comment please? 2) Some of you have pointed out repeatedly that Jez and Morgead sound more mature than they're suppose to. I am working around a few chapters on them when they are older, but I've tried to make them sound more appropriate for their age in this chapter…So please comment. It's kind of ironic I find it hard since I have 2 younger sisters, each more than seven years younger than me. You'd think I'd know how younger kids act...3) General ideas on future chapters and any constructive criticism? I'd love to hear…

But anyway, I really, really appreciate the reviews and comments! THANK YOU. Over 100 now…I LOVE YOU GUYS!

(Italic is easier to read than bold, right?)