*Kennedy's POV*

"Forever." I heard him whisper into my ear. I blushed a deep red and hugged him tightly, he pressed his lips against my forehead, I blushed more.

I felt a strong sense of butterflies in my stumoch, and a weakness in my knees, I felt sick as if I might throw up, but I knew I wouldn't. I wasnt actually sick, I was love sick.

He took my hand and lead me out into the main area of his flat, this included the kitchen, living room, and and doors leading out onto a patio with a garden beneath it. The view was beautful. He let go of my hand and walked over to set up our cooking area.

I heard a light scratching noise at the patio door and walked over to see what it was. I little black cat with white patches on it was scratching at the door. I gasped and got a little giddy because it was so cute.

"Harry! There's a little kitty on your porch and you didn't even notice! Poor thing!" I scolded him. How could you just leave a cat out like that? Unfortunately for his case, I'm definitely an animal lover. I grew up with two cats, a tick dog, a horse and a teacup pig. He laughed at me.

I turned around to face him and folded my arms across my chest, he was washing off green beans in the sink. "Honey tell me one thing about this is that's funny?!" When I get angry, my accent get's thicker. He laughed at this and gave me an I-know-something-you-dont smile. "WHAT?!" I threw my arms up and turned back to the cat and bent down in front of the door to see it. It sat there patiently. Harry laughed some more.

"Just open the door, woman! That's my cat, Dusty!" He finally explained. I turned to him standing up and my jaw dropped in embarrassment. "By the way Ken, cute accent." He winked at me. My blush got deeper.

"Oh, god!" I exclaimed. My accent was a little embarassing sometimes. Times like these, and times when I was with the National team, the rest of which from the west or northern parts of the US. I face palmed myself, and he raised an eyebrow at me. "Are you going to let him in or just stand there?" He teased.

I turned around and let Dusty in. He immediately pawed at me to pick him up, and I happily oblidged. Dusty was probably the most cuddly cat I've ever held. I scratched behind his ear and he purred.

I stepped out on his patio and noticed he had a trampoline. This excited me. I hadn't practiced in a few days so I decided to go jump around for a bit. Harry noticed and quickly came to join me. I was already pretty high but when Harry started jumping I shot up maybe two feet higher and shrieked. It was liberating being on that trampoline.

"Will you do a trick for me?" Harry huffed. He was already out of breath. I laughed at that because I had been jumping longer than him and was still a ball of energy. I slowed down to his pace for a moment.

"Like what?" I smiled. I was actually excited he asked, I didn't want to just throw a full or something and come off show off-y. "I don't know. A flip? I'm not educated in gymnastics terminology." I laughed, he had a self-depricating humor sometimes and I found it sweet and funny at the same time. "I suppose." I winked at him.

I began jumping and when I got high enough I decided to do something simple. I threw a simple layout and then followed with a layout full, and finally an double arabian tuck. I settled down, finally out of breath and Harry clapped. I blushed cause I was a little embarassed.

"You're amazing! I can't even do a sommersault!" I laughed. I could do a handspring by the time I was 6. I stepped to him and pinched his cheeks like he was a baby and pouted. "Aww, poor wittle Hawwy" I teased, pulling my hands away. He smiled, "Yeah, yeah" He rolled his eyes and pulled me in by the waist and kissed me.

*Harry's POV*

After dinner, and jumping on the trampoline, Kennedy and I settled down with Dusty between us and started watching Les Miserables since it just came out on DVD. I wasn't that into it at first, but once Ken needed some comforting when Gavroche died I was all for it. Thank you, Gavroche. I thought to myself with a smile.
Around 1am, I was half asleep and obviously Ken wasn't because she popped up, ball of energy she is, and practically shouted to me "Harry! I have an idea!" It startled me at first but when I saw how giddy she was over the idea I laughed. "And what might that be, love?"

"Let's bake a cake!"

"A cake?! Its one in the morning!" She pouted at me, "Pleaseee?" She begged, and moved closer to me batting her eyes. I couldn't refuse her. I leaned in to kiss her but she pulled away in tease, still batting her eyes. That was my breaking point. The girl had me wrapped around her finger.

"Alright, alright. But only cause you wont kiss me unless I say yes!" I tapped her nose with my finger. Finally she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine and pulled away, "Smart boy." she mumbled before kissing me once more.
She hopped up and dusty ran off somewhere. We both walked to the kitchen and started making our cake.
After the cake was in the oven we started making the frosting. I didn't exactly know how to do that so Kennedy threw in ingredients to her mom's "Butter Cream Frosting" and I mixed it.

She went to the sink to wash her hands from all the flour and stickiness and began humming a toon to a song, I thought it was formiliar too, but I couldn't pinpoint the name. I smiled. She started mumble singing words and I figured it out in a moment. She was singing Cosette's part in the song "A Heart Full of Love" from the movie we had just watched. Her voice was quiet but I could still hear it, and pretended not to notice. Her voice got a little louder but I dont think she noticed, but it was enough for me to tell what it sounded like. It was soft and sweet, and carried a melody beautifully. I liked it a lot. She came back to the counter and stopped once she saw that I noticed.

"Why'd you stop?" I questioned, still mixing the frosting. She blushed and looked to her feet.

"I didn't know you were listening. I've only ever sung in church or on my own."

"I don't know why, your voice is lovely." "Probably not as good as yours, Mr. Teen Pop Sensation!" she stuck her tongue out at me. "I dont know about that." I replied. She didnt answer.

A few moments later.

"What color do you want the frosting, babe?"
"Hmmm," She came over and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Light pink, like the petals on cherry blossoms after they bloom." She closed her eyes and smiled. I kissed her on the head. "Perfect."

After I had mixed in all the color I called her over to see if it met her standards. "Ken, come here" I called out and she walked over.
She smiled brightly showing her teeth for once, "It looks great! I love it!" She swiped her finger through the frosting and stuck it in her mouth. She closed her eyes and smiled, with her finger in her mouth, "Mmm! So good!" She got more, "Here baby, try some!" I went to steal it off her finger with my mouth but she quickly swiped it away and smeared it on the tip of my nose instead.

My jaw dropped, and she giggled like a little kid. "Oh, you're gonna pay for that!" She quickly ran around the counter and ducked, and I grabbed a hand full of flour for when she popped up. A few moments later, she slowly let her head appear above the counter, eyes wide. I hesitated cause she looked so cute, the flung the flour in her face.

She started cracking up, I loved that she didn't take things so seriously and I could play around with her like this. She ducked back down and I heard movement. I looked around the counter but saw no one. Damnit. I turned around to find her right in front of me, she smacked too sticky pink handprints onto the chest of my white t-shirt. She of course thought this hysterical, and I was to cought up in how adorable she was to even care. "Oops!" She teased with a wink.
She ran away around the counter before I could catch her and I turned around to meet her around the corner. She ran smack into me, and I slipped backwords on flour that spilt on the floor, taking us both down. I landed on my back and she landed right on top of me. We both started cracking up and she rolled off me, still laughing.
We both lie silent for a few moments. Clocks ticking in or heads. I look over and watch her chest rise and fall, her eyes closed and a small smile on her face. When ever I watch her or think about her things go unclear. The only thoughts I can form at this moment is a lyric, She acts like summer, and walks like rain, reminds me that there's time to change.

She rolled over and propped up on her elbow to look at me and smiled showing her teeth. I loved this smile too, it was absolutely beautiful. Something about it made the person she was smiling at want to smile too. "Your smile is perfect." I told her, and I really meant it.

She pushed her self up onto her hand and leaned over me, "You know, your always extremely nice to me" she paused and leaned down, kissing the frosting on my cheek. "But now you're just extra sweet."

I sat myself up and kissed her back, only on the lips. They tasted like the frosting and it was better than anything. "You know love, you're pretty sweet yourself."