THE FINAL LESSON OF THE DAY WAS SCIENCE – Jezebel followed the class to the science-lab, and impressed them with her vast over-all educational knowledge, for a teenager. She was gutsy and wasn’t shy in her questions, to satisfy her curiosity.

Peter was impressed…

… as he was learning along, where in the past…

… teachers had only-taught the smart-ones in the front-rows, and…

… ignored the backbenchers.

The school bell rang and students were going home – Paul had a long-day of uneventful events, at the principal’s office and he excused himself to Jane and wanted to go home. He refused Jane’s offer of Samuel driving him to the Dicksons…

… as her step-brother was ‘not’ fond of the Walker twins.

He wanted to take the public bus home and promised to call her tonight.

-O-

Jezebel caught Peter on the way-out, leaving the science-lab – and told him…

… that she was free the rest of the afternoon – and would like HIM TO TAKE HER AROUND PERTHLAND since it was HER FIRST-VISIT TO THE COUNTRY. He asked her ‘where’ in particular she wanted to go, and Jezebel…

… told Peter to ‘surprise’ her.

He was wondering the limited options of choices – where his kind of fun was booze-up and smoke-up ‘was’ – but was aware…

… that the security details would be following in the ride-over. So, Peter opted for a more ‘friendlier’ excursion…

… of a visit to King’s Park.

-O-

Peter, Jezebel and Pepper, her big-dog were walking ahead, out to the school main entrance – they were followed by a throng of students, who were fans-of-the-visitor, but were protected by Todd Sweeney and his bodyguard-team…

… the tailing students were repeatedly chanting…

“JEZEBEL, WE LOVE YOU!!!”

“JEZEBEL, WE LOVE YOU!!!”

“JEZEBEL, WE LOVE YOU!!!”

… shadowing among the students, was THE SAD TERRY DONOVAN, who was heartbroken and jealous – that Peter was having all the luck, with ‘his’ dream-girl.

At the main-exit was the SHS farewell committee who were there, to say goodbye to the VVIP prominent visitor – when Jezebel told Principal Burnell and VP Tom Harris that she was following Peter to her city-tour…

… both the school-heads were horrified, judging-by the bad-reputation of the rebellious-teenaged boy…

… the concerned Tom Harris pulled the Head of Security Todd Sweeney-aside, to address the ‘issue’ – the security then proposed Jezebel and Peter – to be limo driven in the city-tour, but…

… the stubborn ‘employer,’ insisted that she was going there, with Peter’s old DeLorean ride.

-O-

Peter followed Jezebel and her dog, to his car in the school’s parking lot…

“Okay-Belle, it is nothing fancy… probably the cabin would-be smelly and messy – that-buddy Terry of-mine just now, he is a slob, eating and drinking in my car… what am I to do, it’s an old junk of a car too, anyways…”

Jezebel smiled to his excuses…

“I don’t mind.”

… Peter opened-up the 2 gull-winged doors and the Alsatian was the first, to jump into the backseat. Jezebel removed the Perthland Herald, on the passenger seat and sat…

“Oh, the local dailies…”

“Yea, we were earlier, reading-up on you… ‘celebrities’ were-coming to town.”

She smiled and looked at the headlines of her grand-uncle…

“Belle, there is a colour photo of you inside, somewhere in it.”

She did ‘not’ turn the pages, and put the newspapers on the dashboard.

“Your walking-miracle uncle – how old is he actually?”

“My great-granduncle… should be 154 years old this year…”

“Wow! That is really old – what’s his secret?”

“The usual… he sleeps a lot about 12 hours… he eats healthy… goes for short-walks and lots of positive thinking, and he used to say…

‘Jezebel, I am staying-alive just for you, love.’”

“How about your parents?”

“They died in a car crash when I was little… my grand-uncle and his estate raised me since…”

“I’m so sorry Belle… even my dad died in a car crash too… some time ago.”

"Oh, I’m sorry too… your poor-mom…”

“… don’t bother about her… she had happily remarried, since.”

“My great-grand Uncle-Ford says always, that the Crowley-family lineage is ‘cursed’ where he had-seen his-family members, from cradle to grave… where the ones he loves whom he saw growing up in the years were dying tragically… and he cries and breakdown whenever giving their funeral eulogy… saying he too is ‘curse’ by living this-long and losing the ones he loves…one-by-one… and now, I’m the ‘only’ surviving-one left…

“So, he adores and is always-fond of me… and I-too love him very much… and it breaks my heart whenever he says…

‘Jezebel, you are the ‘only’ one left in my blood-line, and I hope I would only die after-once I get to see, you settled in life, married and have children of your own and carry-on my-legacy’…

… Peter, he is so selfless…”

… Peter saw tears in her eyes… he put his left-hand on-hers…

“Come-on Belle, don’t cry – your Uncle-Ford will live until his-200th – and see you and your children growing-up and prosper, under the same-one roof.”

The Persian-beauty smiled wide, and wiped her tears…while Peter still held-on to her hand.

“Thank you Peter, that the sweetest thing, you’ve said… thank you…”

She reached forward and kissed his cheek – he smiled back, letting go of her hand and turned on the ignition and DeLorean came-alive… he adjusted the RVM, and noticed her lipstick marks on his cheek in the mirror – Peter too was ‘alive’…

…putting on his Oakley sunnies, and switched on his stereo, with rock music roaring, in tune to his car revving…

“Belle, let me show you Perthland – sit back and enjoy the ride.”

The DeLorean had a police car in front and followed by the limo and SUV of bodyguards in the rear. When the 4 vehicles LEFT THE VICINITY, through the school’s main gate – 3 media vans followed, along with more than a dozen excited senior-student fan-cars.

-O-

Peter and Jezebel indulged in further engaging and intimate conversations as they spoke of cars – where Peter found-out that she lived in a castle where she owned 6 luxury sportscars, where she drove to her school in the UK.

They-then went on talking about her-family again, where she told him, that her late-mother was Jewish, and a famous opera singer back in her homeland Israel.

… in-every other, story-she exciting told, she would say, Peter, should COME-AND-VISIT her in the UK…

Their intimacy-bubble burst, when Jezebel’s cellphone rang – soon Peter saw an instant change in her body-language and voice-tone when she spoke flirtatiously in French. Although Peter do ‘not’ speak the language, he sensed Jezebel was ‘into’ some-boyfriend in the other-end. And, the 10-minute conversation, ended by the exchange of I-love-yous…

After-that, Jezebel continued her conversation with the passive listening Peter on the wheel, who was ‘figuring’ her-out.

She then spoke of the young Lord Stamford – who sailed from the UK to Perthland in the-late 19th century, seeking for business opportunity, to explore-into… and that was where his first private school initiative – the Stamford High was established…

… then, her phone rang again – and this time she spoke to someone in Spanish – and was back in-intimate conversation with a seductive-tone…

‘… Jesus, Belle! How many boyfriends do you have? You are like a sailor, who has a lover in every port-city, that you travel…’

Her chatters, teasing and laughers in fluent Spanish were getting to-be irritating – as he quietly drove her in his car…

… the moment she ended the call, another call came in – and she was into another-language-with-another-boyfriend.

Peter thought he could interest Jezebel, with pointing out some-of Perthland’s landmarks, on the way to the final-destination, King’s Park – but he rather ‘shut-up,’ as she was pre-occupied with her-lovers...

… evil-jealousy was brewing in-Peter, with bold-and-domineering voices in his head…

… at the same time, a Sméagol-voice of low-self-esteem and of self-pity, reasoning-back…

‘… if only I met this-Jezebel IN MY-PERTH, where I WOULD ‘CURSE’ these bloody mediocre-lovers of hers… of them end-up dying unthinkable-gruesome bloody deaths, IN EVERY CITY, IN MY-EARTH… but why-I bloody-can’t do it here…

… THIS IS ‘NOT’ FAIR – this Beauty-Jezebel ‘could-be’ MY SUBSTITUTE ‘SOULMATE,’ over-there – WHY AM I ‘CURSED,’ in this world – where I can’t even play tennis?

‘… BAH! WHO AM I… JUST A LONER…? I have no-father, no-mother to love me… those bloody-parents over here, HATE ME… now I’m loveless coz’ I AM PENNILESS – but-now, here I am, where…

… I have to deal with this-Goddess, who has all THE MONEY-IN-HER-WORLD, who can afford to BUY-HERSELF LOVER-BOYS TO FULFIL her lonesome-love life… as-her, who was the last-survivor – of her-family, of the LORD-UNCLE’S BLOODLINE…

‘… WHY COULD-I be the ‘one,’ TO HAVE-HER…?

‘… why am I A LOSER… A BEGGAR, who could ‘not’ be choosy – WITH MY BIRTH-RIGHT to my ‘own’ dreams and desires…?’

-O-

Before-long, the DeLorean reached the destination, with Jezebel exclaiming-out in the delight of the beauty of the King’s Park, it had open grass-fields – she told she would ‘want’ to play with her dog. The 2 gull-winged doors opened, and the excited big-dog-Pepper was first to jump out of the backseat…

… and Jezebel saw AN ORANGE-FRISBEE on the floor of the backseat…

“Just the right-toy Pepper needs… you-coming Peter…?”

… Jezebel ran, without an answer…

It was the orange-frisbee, where Terry and he had-used as an underliner when they smoke their ‘smack’ to avoid spillage-and wastage… there were meth-residues, on the orange-frisbee – now, Pepper was playing-catch with it… and it would ‘tweaked’… and would be ‘wired-up’… and-be super-aggressive, when it ran and chased around the field catching the plastic disc, at heart-attack pace…

‘… may it drop dead…’

… Peter disliked this ‘replica’ of the mutt – which reminded of Janey’s Hero-dog –which he ‘also’ hated…

… where its-popularity, THAT SOMETIMES SUPERSEDED his-own PFC brand-fame.

He sat in the driver’s seat and saw out his windshield glass of Jezebel playing with her dog in the field. Peter looked down at the DeLorean dashboard, his fuel-gauge was almost ‘E’ – he sighed…

… at the thought of how to get back, to the city later.

-O-

Frustrated, he slammed-down the open door, as he stepped-out of his-car. Peter in his SHS-uniform, as he walked in the arvo-sun, to a bench in the open field. He sat alone in the bench, feeling like a ‘loser’ Forrest-Gump, without the-chocolates…

… Peter saw 100 meters away, where the bodyguards were busy, keeping the media reporters from trespassing the grounds and harassing their ‘employer’ in her private-space. So, the crafty cameramen were using their long-lenses. Also, the SHS student-fans were kept at bay – as they stood and watched from afar, at their idol playing with her dog.

‘… bloody-dog…’

It reminded him of bad-luck in his first-and-only love with Jane Wilson, of his-Perth – where no-one gave him a chance to flourish the bond, where her doctor-mother was against them, of seeing each other. Even Jane gave-up on his love eventually, to focus on her studies – where they finally had to then-breakup…

… then HIS MIND ‘BLANKED’ OUT – but he kept meeting Jane in his Dreamworld, to reconcile WITH HER, AND FOR HER TO ‘LOVE’ HIM BACK… but Jane of his-Perth doesn’t LOVE HIM ANYMORE… AND NEXT…

… he was now-somehow trapped in his teenaged body, with a 5-year forward time-jump… in a country called-Perthland, where all-things had been downhill at his ‘new’ home – where the Mr & Mrs Dickson had teamed-up to bully-and-threaten him. Even his dad in this world had ‘abandoned’ him, remarried and had moved on…

… he missed his late-dad so much – and he DID DRUGS TO EASE the pain and guilt… sad, Peter was heartbroken… and he sobbed alone, on the bench…

Peter didn’t notice Jezebel was WALKING TOWARDS the bench – and when he realised that … it was too late, that she saw him in tears.

“Peter, what’s the matter?”

“No-nothing… watching you play with your dog… it remembered happier times I had before, with my ex-girl… err, that’s all… bah, silly emotions…” He wiped his tears in his uniform sleeves. Jezebel sat beside him.

“You must have loved her a lot.”

“Yea-I-did, she was MY-ONE-AND-ONLY… MY LUCKY-CHARM – since she left me, my life turned bad, in every possible way…”

“Peter what happened…?”

He told a half-truth, dramatized reply…

“… remember I told you my dad died in a car crash… and since then my mom remarried to this abusive husband and… and my stepdad and I, we don’t see eye-to-eye… sometimes he illtreats me, and kicks me out of ‘his’ house… my mom could ‘not’ do much at all, well… she had ‘chosen’ her husband ‘over’ me-her-son…

“Belle, I got no-where to go, coz’ I’m penniless… and I’ve been sleeping in my car… just like a homeless…”

“Oh, you poor thing…” Jezebel hugged him tightly.

“… Belle… why am I so ‘cursed’… I don’t understand my life…”

“Please don’t say that… come stay with me, at my uncle’s hotel.”

“Thanks-Belle, I’m grateful you understand me… BUT-NO… I rather sleep in my car because I would be kicked back in the streets, once you go back to the UK...”

‘… then, stay ‘permanently’ in the hotel, Peter – I will arrange that for you.”

“Could you…?” The surprised Peter said.

“Sure – yes, I can.”

The overjoyed Peter hugged, grabbed and kissed her in her lips – then he pushed her away… apologizing…

“Sorry… please don’t file a complaint of sexual harassment… Principal Burnell will kick me out of your uncle’s school… please, Belle…I’m sorry…”

“Don’t-be, I like you…” Jezebel-too grabbed his face, and kissed longer…

“… and-I like it-too…”

Jezebel took him by his hand, and they left the bench. Pepper the dog followed from behind, and Todd Sweeney raced on the grass, to follow the teenaged couple – while his security-team remained with the reporters and students.

Peter and Jezebel then spoke of THE 131st SCHOOL ANNIVERSARY GALA, happening on the day-after-tomorrow. She asked him, what he would-be ‘WEARING’ AT THE BALL – Peter shrugged his shoulders…

“… err, whatever decent, I guess…”

“Come, let’s go shopping.”

Jezebel told her Head-of Security of her next destination – while Peter was in cloud-9 like he won the jackpot…

‘… if she wants to doll-me-up – why not…?’

-O-

For a person who shopped online for everything, because of bargain-hunting in his-Perth, Peter was now-stepping into high-end luxury stores for the first time which were, located at the King Street precinct, right-up to Claremont Quarters.

Jezebel was generous with her credit-card – all Peter had to do was to point at an item…

… he got 2 of different colours, of the same item. But he pestered Jezebel that he needed more sports sneakers, and she bought him 6 pairs.

Her bodyguards were carrying their shopping bags, from store-to-store – while also fending the safety of their ‘assets,’ from rushing onlookers –and the hounding reporters…

… whom Jezebel labelled them as ‘paparazzi.’

At Coco & Lola, Peter fell in love with an expensive leather-jacket, made-out of crocodile-skin – Jezebel chose him a matching black APO Jeans to the jacket, with bling-rivets on the pockets – of gold, silver and platinum.

Jezebel too shopped for dresses, shoes and jewellery, that matched for the anniversary-ball – by the end of the evening, they both had chalked-up more than, a half-million dollars, worth of high-end, branded apparels.

The bodyguards were stuffing their mistress’ designer shopping-bags into the limo, and –Peter’s ‘loot’ in the DeLorean.

While having a coke drink, Jezebel insisted for Peter to go back home, and to properly INFORM HIS MOTHER, THAT HE WAS MOVING-OUT to Stamford Hotel….

… she left with her dog to her uncle’s hotel in the limo.

-O-

Alone, and half-way through his journey back, Peter had cold-feet of going to the Dicksons and confronting the Mister-and-Missus. He too was in a state of drug withdrawal…

… and needed a fix…

… but he was still-cashless…

… so-he sold his least favourite Nike of his 6 runners, from the backseat – to the drug dealer in exchange of his meth-addiction. Then…

… in a secluded place, in the cabin of the DeLorean, Peter smoked-up, and lost the track-of-time…

… until his iPhone had a text-alert….

… it was Jezebel at the hotel, texting him, asking where he was at…?

-O-

Paul came downstairs to the small living-room while dinner-time, where Joe was watching the local news, with a beer in hand, and the other petting KiKi. He saw his step-son coming…

“Paul, get me a cold-one in fridge… and have one, for yourself too.”

The stepson was surprised of Joe offering his share of beers – maybe he was not’ a bad-person after-all, unlike-the version of ‘him’ of his-world, was ‘not.’ Unlike his teen-self, who had issues of misbehaving like an anti-social when drunk, because Paul as a tween, trapped in the ‘host-body,’ – he had disliked alcohol – but he loved the a-little taste of port-wine, during Chrissie in the Walkers, cos’ it was sweet…

… but he wouldn’t mind having a beer now, and bond with his step-father… furthermore, it was a day off, public-holiday tomorrow…

… which was GOOD FRIDAY.

Paul noticed Caroline was still cooking, while grabbing beers, and saw it was pasta night-again – judging by the cut chilli-stalks on the kitchen counter – the foodie guessed, it would be pasta with spicy-Arabiata sauce. He also smelled some baked-garlic potatoes in foils and steamed asparagus, already on the table for 4.

RaRa the other-cat, resting on Joe’s chair, was eyeballed him.

“Oh-my-God Carol! COME LOOKS AT THIS!”

Paul who lingered with the tasty-aroma, heard Joe exclaiming, in front of the telly…

In the screen, was Peter and Jezebel Crowley at the tourist-location – King’s Park – on a bench kissing, with the caption below – PERTHLAND’S FAMOUS COUPLE…

… that was a moniker, the one-armed Peter shared, with the blind-Jane in his-Perth… he was astonished that the VVIP from the UK had hooked-up with his twin on her-first-day of arrival, which led Paul – WITH SOME SUSPICION OF THE COINCIDENCE…

‘… whoa… was ‘my-younger’ brother, the most-luckiest-Bruce in the land… or was there some mystical ‘backlog’ attached here…?’

“Your drug addict-son, will screw it up eventually, and drag us down with his troubles… what if he raped this Lord Stamford’s niece – we already have HIS SEX-OFFENDER-TWIN under one-roof…

“… now we have to take a chance on ‘this?’ We could lose our jobs, Carol?”

Paul gapped his mouth of-what Joe had ‘referred’ to him-as, and his swollen lips ‘still’ hurt. He continued to hear his stepfather, voicing-out…at the same-time ‘blaming’ his-mother…

“We should have come ‘clean,’ and informed Principal Burnell of Peter’s drug problem – instead of going to school, he should be in rehab, and getting his life-straight – but-no… you covered it-up…

“… and now-we both are in our what-if wild-guesses if this would go wrong… Jesus-Carol, come-on this is BIGGER THAN US NOW – we are dealing with a niece of a prominent world-figure here!”

Before they could process the worst-case-scenario, all 3 of them heard A BLARING SOUND of the horn of the DeLorean outside, in the Dicksons’ front-gate.

-O-

All 3 of them and the Siamese cats-too… came on the porch, and saw the gull-winged door of the car opened, and PETER OUTSIDE THE GATE, crying out aloud…

“Hey Mommy-dearest, I want to inform, I’m moving out permanently to Stamford Hotel – before you both can kick me-out, I’M OUT OF HERE from your shitty house, okay!!?”

Paul saw the Mr and Mrs looking horrified at Peter pointing at them – then Caroline spoke…

“No! You are underaged by law, and… you are ‘NOT’ GOING ANYWHERE! Peter, you get back into the house, right now!”

“Oii! Which-part of ‘moving-out,’ do you ‘not’ understand? I’m leaving – goodbye!”

Joe then yelled, and the whole neighbourhood was out, gawking at the Dickson’s live-show drama…

“Hey-Peter, you BLOODY LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER!”

“Hey-Joe, you are ‘NOT’ MY FATHER – you don’t bloody dictate, what I can-do and ‘not’ anymore, okay?”

“You-ungrateful mongrel… after all, I’ve done for you…”

“If that’s the case – thank-you for this thankless life, you had given me – Hasta-la-vista, Joey Dick-Dickson – see y’all… Another-world, Another-time!”

Peter drove off, with the enforcement parents WITH NO-CONTROL over the delinquent youth… Joe went-on blaming his wife…

“IT IS YOUR FAULT, CAROL… when Solomon wanted his sons, after the divorce – you should have bloody given him, what’s ‘his’– instead, you dragged both of these nuisances, into my doorstep!”

Joe Dickson walked indoors and slammed the front door, with his pet-cats locked outdoors. Caroline sat on the garden-bench, and covered her face and cried. Paul sat beside the crying-mother and touched her back, with his fingers…

… she cringed, in mistrust of her ‘other’ son too…

… Paul didn’t care, and-he put his full-palm on her back – as Caroline cried bitterly… Paul sighed…

… he wished he could tell her that – ‘her-son,’ in the other tween-world was far-worst…

… of the ‘One,’ BEING POSSESSED by evil Asmodeus.

-O-

Jane had her dinner and was helping her mother to wash the dirty plates. Shelley was hurrying with the chore, as it was the quarterfinals of the reality-show of ‘Perthland’s Got Talent’ tonight on the telly.

She also remembered her-mother-of-her-world too, was a music lover too – Jane too had reminiscence as her blind-self ‘hearing,’ while being-driven around the SUV, with that-Shelley the doctor-mother, singing along to classic rock and pop songs when she drove.

At least Shelley had instilled musical interest into her step-brother of this-world, where he was a rapper-known as Popobawa –whose performance would-be on stage, that she would be seeing soon, in school during the 131st anniversary of SHS.

Jane joined her Wilson ‘family’ as she sat in the long couch, in-between her ‘parents’ – while Samuel sat on the floor, with Kitty-his-dog, as they watching the local news, before the talent show…

… in the screen played, the kissing of the new ‘Perthland’s Famous Couple’ that stupefied Jane with mixed feelings, especially of fear-and-terror – when she encountered…

… Peter the incubus, last night when she returned from the Dreamworld…

… but Jane was glad, PETER HAD FOUND SOMEONE-ELSE – and would ‘not’ haunt and harass her ‘host’ anymore…

‘… good riddance…’

Even both her-surprised ‘parents’ were concluding that the Dickson-boy – was having all the luck in hooking-up with the billionaire heiress of the Stamford-estate, as Antony and Shelley who were talking to each other, over her-head…and they were ‘proud’ of some-Perthland’s-Got-Talent going-on in the news, as ‘Famous-Couple,’ when they joked…

… it reminded her taking the former-heavy mantel of the ‘famous-Couple’ that she-carried – where she dealt with the huge ‘stress’ of one-armed-possessed evil boyfriend, who dictated her ‘life’ in her world…

… with all those anger, hatred, lies, deceits and vengeance of the Chosen-one…

Jane was having a possible anxiety attack – thinking of her negative-past of her-world – and the coincidence-occurrence of the PFC happening, in this world too…

… then it was ‘too-much’ for Jane when Samuel on the floor defied their parent’s ‘joke’ – by antagonizing’ the ‘twins’ – as bad-influencers. and troublemaking criminals who were up to no good…

… AND HIS-DOUBLE MEANING-REMINDER, to his-parents of his ‘sister’ … the ‘host’ – who recently broke-up with Peter…

… and she got into trouble-drunk, also, while partying with them…

… the losers-of-the backbenchers…

Jane knew ‘where’ Samuel was coming-from…

… as-he was protective of his ‘Sis,’ the teenager-host – who had ‘multiple-boyfriends’…

… but what Jane couldn’t tolerate-now, were his SPOKEN-WORDS…

… it was JUDGEMENTAL AND ‘PURE’ NEGATIVE – where in her-Perth, it-would weaken and damaging their inner-emotions… where…

… it would grow the evil BlackStar stronger – WHO WOULD-THEN, send natural disasters calamities to ‘punish’ Perth.

Soon, the Wilsons were rewarded, when their obsessed talent-show started on the telly, and the 3-of-them dropped the topic of the ‘Famous-Couple’ and dive-into their-escapism. But by-then…

… Jane was ‘disturbed’ and was ‘not’ in the mood to watch TV…

… she ‘faked’ a yawn, and excused herself that she was tired. She kissed ‘her’ parents-good night, got out of the couch, and-brushed against her ‘protector’ brother’s afro – and went upstairs.

In her room, she was waiting for her-8 PM video-call from Paul – the digital clock, showed 8:08 – still no call…

The white-gold necklace, that her ‘host’ boyfriend’s mother had gifted her, glittered under the room-light. She held it and admired the jewellery’s craftsmanship, and remembered showing it to her ‘parents’ that evening when she came home – and told…

… that Martha Zimmerman had presented it to her, that morning… for her Saturday’s ballroom engagement, at the school anniversary…

The gift excited Shelley the most, OF HER RICH-BOYFRIEND OF-HER DAUGHTER… and told eagerly to Jane, that-they were going shopping for a dress tomorrow, to go-with the neckless…

‘… would she take me to the Gucci-store…?’

8:12 – he had ‘not’ call-yet…

Jane was contemplating whether to tell Paul… that she received an expensive gift from Dougie’s mom…?

… of Martha even-telling her TO DECIDE TO LOVE HER-SON… and marrying herself ‘into’ the Zimmerman’s family some-day soon… for security and stability…

… she did ‘NOT’ TELL SHELLEY of this ‘proposal’ just-now… maybe…

… she should ‘not’ tell it to anybody-at-all, for the matter…

… or it would spur ‘more’ negativity in this-world where the ‘host’ – was a popular girl in school among the ‘boys,’ through her talent-in-sports…

… who-was she to upset the ‘balance’ of the teenaged-host’s life-decisions, ON-THE-2ND-DAY OF ARRIVAL – after her-self ‘possessing’ the host’s body…?

… she sighed…

… her heart WAS WITH PAUL – who-too was also showing signs-of-his-interest in her…

…in their interactions, SINCE THEY GOT ‘HERE’ from the ‘other’ Perth yesterday…

‘… 2 lonely-hearts…’

8:19 – still no-call…

Jane waited for the awaited-call, on her Queen-sized bed… and decided to multi-task, by practising her ‘reading,’ by pronouncing words – which she had difficulties, to follow in class just-now…

She looked at the posters of her ‘teen’ host’s favourites on the wall – which were boybands – Jane tried assembling the alphabets and digits to form words, and got around the easy-ones.

‘… 5SOS… B2K… BTS…’

Then she got into the hard-ones…

‘… One Direction… Jonas Brothers…’

… and the ‘tricky’ one … where her brother had called her-yesterday when she wore her sunnies like her idol…Beyoncé…

‘… Bay-once…?’

That confused Jane – she yawned, 8:43…

… Paul was ‘not’ calling tonight.