A\N: I come up with the strangest things in the middle of the night. (Takes place 2 days after Episode 13 (Choosing to stay in Beacontown)

It was the near end of the day. Lukas had spent most off his day looking for Jess. After a couple hours of searching, he found her sitting atop of a hill, hugging her knees, staring off into the sunset.

"Hey Jess," he called her attention.

"Oh! Hey Lukas," she acknowledged in a unsure tone.

"Mind if I sit here?" He asked. She just shook her head 'No'. He proceeded to sit down. "Why are you here anyway?" he asked.

There was a brief silence. "This is just a place I go when I need a break from all the stress in town, which is pretty often I guess," Jess explained.

There was then a long silence that was broken by the sound of soft crying. Lukas noticed this. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Do you ever think people won't accept you for who you are?" She asked.

"Why do you think that?"

"Ever since the whole Admin thing, people have still been treating me like I was... well... not me. And I was worried that... they wouldn't accept me like they used to anymore," she explained, sucking back tears.

Lukas thought for a moment. "Jess listen to me," she opened an eye to look at him "They may seem like that, but I know deep down inside they know you're the Jess we know and love." He said, wiping the tear off her face. "At least the Jess I know and love..." He said quietly.

"What?" She hardly heard that last sentence.

Lukas turned off into the sunset, Jess doing the same. She placed both her hands to the side of her body and stretched her legs in front of her.

After a while, she felt slight pressure on her hand. She looked down at it to see Lukas' hand on hers. She looked up a his face, which was turned the other direction. Hers, on the other hand, was sporting a rosy tint. She turned back to the sunset and after a while, she flipped her hand over, holding Lukas' hand in hers.

After a little while, she rested her head on his shoulder. Lukas' face flushed several shades of crimson. He then rested his head on hers and the two together watched the sunset.

Prolly should mention why most of my stories are so low quality is because I write them in the middle of the night... well, I'm tired...