Okay, here's an update. Shortest so far, but I know y'all will love it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 4 "I think you should go for dress," Carrie instructs. I look at the dress. It's frilly and girly, aside from the fact that it's black. "Why a dress? It's only one little meeting where I pay for whatever," I say with a frown. "Two things. One, it's a date, Jennifer! You get the hottie! Lucky, but congrats!" She claps her hands for effect, and then becomes serious again. "Also, you are going to the place he picks. You might want to be dressed for what's going to happen. Two, you have zero fashion sense. So, it's a dress for your date." "It's a onetime thing, Carrie. It's obvious that I'm going to make a complete fool of myself and he'll never want to talk to me. Ever again and just disappear from my life. I can't let that happen. But you have to do this to me. It's all because of my little demon brother. God, I am going to die." I fall onto my bed with a frown. "Jenny, it's not going to be bad. Look, if you don't like this dress, then we can pick a different one." Carrie starts rummaging through my closet and obviously comes up short since I have nothing but shirts and jeans. "Good thing I brought selections from my closet," she says with a smile. She pulls a bag from the side of the room and starts pulling out clothes. Some are alright, others are nauseating. "Carrie, I don't think I like any of these clothes," I say with a frown. "Oh, come on, Jen. It's not that bad! Oh, look at this dress!" she exclaims, holding up a blue dress. It's pretty, but a little too bright. "I have the perfect shoes for you! And I'll do your hair and makeup." She's jumping up and down giddily and shoves the dress into my arms. She pulls me up and shoves me to the bathroom. "I hate you, Carrie," I mumble as I shut the door to the adjoining bathroom. I change into the dress and decide it's not all bad. The dress is a bit bright, sure, but it fits wonderfully. And it brings out the blue in my eyes. It just doesn't match with my hair. Overall, it definitely brings out the blue-green hue of my eyes. "Jen! Hurry up! Justin will be here in an hour! It'll take the exact same amount of time to do your hair and makeup," Carrie screams through the door, banging on the door. "Yap, yap, yap, that's what I heard. Now, let's get this over with," I grumble as I walk out of the bathroom. She claps happily at my looks in the stupid dress. At least it's not completely girly. It doesn't have frills, but only minor ruffles. It's a solid blue and has straps. Better than others, I guess. "You look amazing. Here's the jacket," she says, handing me the small dark blue jacket. I pull it on and look in the mirror. It complements the look. I do look a sort of pretty, I guess. "Now, sit. I'll do your hair first. I'm glad I picked the blue dress. Both the dress and the hair make your eyes pop!" she says, popping the p's. She giggles and pushes me down into the chair. She starts with teasing with my hair and resorts to a simple braid. Soon she moves to the makeup. She tells me to close my eyes and she starts. It scares me, I have to admit. She loves pulling little pranks on me and she'll get a laugh out of making me look like some monster and forcing me to see Justin like it. If she does, I will kill her. "Done," she says all too soon. I slowly open my eyes and gasp at what she's done. She's transformed me from the average girl I am into some radiant creature. She's given my eyes a light blue-green hue of eye shadow. She's given my lips a light hue of red, seeming to be almost naturally that color. She has not at all gone overboard but has made me look perfect. "Carrie, you nut ball, what did you do?" I ask in shock. "You don't like it?" she asks with a frown. "Nope." I see her expression become shocked as well and I smile. "Carrie, I love it! This is amazing! I should let you create me into this radiant being I see in the mirror more often." She smiles and pulls me up out of the chair. "Shoes." She leads me to the short heels, which I thank her for, and lets me step into them. I go to my mirror once more and I can't believe that this being in the mirror is me. "Jennifer, pumpkin, the nice boy is here!" I hear my uncle call, causing me to go completely on edge. I was dying for this not to happen. I'm going to end up making this a disaster. "Go, Jenny. Go to your man." Carrie smiles at me and places a small purse into my hand. "The money is in there. Your uncle, my mother, and I pooled some money to help out. Good luck. Keep your chin up. And smile. Don't worry about a thing." I bite my lip and nod at the preppy blonde friend of mine. ***** "You know, I never would have expected you to look so, well, like this," Justin says as he drives. I'm completely quiet and afraid for my life. What if I screw this up? I can't handle something like that. I'll break down, trash my makeup, and die. I will not let that happen. I can't let that happen. "Are you alright, Jenny? You seem a bit on edge." Justin glances over at me before returning his eyes to the road. "I'm alright. Just a bit nervous," I admit. Might as well get the truth out there. "Don't be. Everything will be fine." He reaches over and pats my hand before enveloping it in his. I feel my face go hot and butterflies in my stomach. He is holding my hand...my hand. I swear I'm going to die! "So what movie do you want to watch?" he asks. I shrug, confused. He's holding my hand and that's all I can think about. I mean, sure, he's a guy I like and he's holding my hand, but this is Jennifer Wyatt we are talking about. Me! I am a freak and he's being so nice. He's driving us to the movies, holding my hand, even knowing that I'm completely nervous. I think I'm in love. "Then I'll pick. That alright with you?" he asks with one of his dazzling smiles. Oh, yeah. I'm in love. "Mm-hmm," is all I can say. I'm freaking out. I can hardly breathe. I have never acted like this before. Well, yes I have. It was a few years back. I thought I was in love with this guy in my class and he was in love with me. Wrong. He just wanted to cheat off of me on homework so he wouldn't fail and get the sports scholarship he was valid for. He was a senior and I was a sophomore. That was quite a ride. "Are you sure you're okay, Jenny? I don't think you are," he says, turning to me. I now realize we're in the parking lot in the movie theatre. I had no idea. "Fine. I'll be fine. Just, uh, nervous. Very, very nervous," I say with a sigh, looking out the window. I've got this nagging feeling in the back of my head; a nagging feeling that telling me something is going to happen. Good or bad; that I'm not so sure of. "Jenny. Look at me," he says and I obey, looking at him with this feeling that I'm going to make a fool of myself. "Jenny, relax. What are you so nervous about?" I have a million different things I'm worried about. I'm going to spill something on this dress. I'm going to fall. I'm going to fall into someone's lap. So many possibilities, it's killing me. "I'm afraid of everything that's going to happen and that fact that I'm a complete klutz and I'm going to make a fool out of myself somehow." I feel like a fool right now. Smile, that's what Carrie told me. Don't worry, Carrie said. Well, that is what's happening. I'm a worrying fool. "Don't be. Everything is going to be fine. I promise you won't make a complete fool of yourself." He smiles at me but it doesn't make me feel any better. "You can't promise me that. I know everything about myself. I will somehow make a fool of myself. You watch and mark my words. I'm going to do something stupid and people are going to laugh and I'll be completely embarrassed." I cross my arms over my chest with a huff, frowning. "Smile, Jenny. Or I'll make you," he says with a grin. I shake my head, being as stubborn as I can. I he leans over and does the one thing that makes me almost die. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MUHAHAHA! A cliffhanger. I know, you want to find out and you want me to cough it up. But not until the next chapter. But tell me what you think Justin did. *hint hint* Oh, and this couple might not last very long. *hint hint* Anywhos, tell me what you think. Feedback is always welcome. Tell me what I need to work on. Love you, my lovies.
Update time! Woo-hoo! It's pretty long, but I love it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 5 He kisses me on the cheek. Justin, this wonderfully handsome boy, just kissed me, this average girl people suspect to be a cutter, on the cheek. I feel my face grow hot and I look down at me hands. Despite my complete embarrassment, I'm grinning like an idiot. "Here it is. Now, come on. Let's go," he says with a smile. He climbs out of the car and I follow, dazed. I can only think that he kissed my cheek. Totally uncalled for, but it was so sweet. I have to repay the favor. But when, well, I'm not entirely sure. The movie seems to zoom by. I know it was a comedy and I laughed when needed, but I can't remember what it was about. By the time I come to my senses, he's driving me home. I blink in confusion. That time went by fast. By the time we're at my home, I realize I've missed my chance. "Let me walk you to the door," Justin says with a smile. He gets out of his car and quickly comes over to my side, opening the door for me. I smile as he holds out his hand and take it, standing. He keeps my hand in his as he walks me to the door. I could've sworn I saw the curtain of my bedroom window move. Carrie. "Thanks, Justin. I appreciate you letting me make what my brother did up to you like this," I say with a small smile. "It's no problem," he says with a smile. Here he is, right here. All I have to do is kiss him now and maybe everything can go smoothly. I haven't made a fool of myself yet, so I think this can go just fine. "Kiss him already, Jenny!" I hear, causing me to flinch. Damn you, Carrie. I look behind and see her about to fall out of my window. This is how I make a fool of myself. Except I'm not the one to do it, Carrie is. "Carrie!" I call to her. "Get back inside! And quit trying to butt into my love life." I can feel my face heat up once again. She smiles at Justin and points at me with a stern face. Basically she said hello to Justin and told me to make my move. She disappears into my bedroom and shuts the window. I turn to Justin with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Justin. I don't know why she's still here," I say, frowning at my feet. He places his hand under my chin and lifts my head so I can look at him. "You don't have to be sorry for anything. Just do what Carrie told you to do," he says with a grin. I swear I blush way too much because my face grows hot once more. I kiss his cheek and give him a small grin. He chuckles lightly and kisses me on the lips, causing my face to grow hotter. I don't know what to do so I do what my instincts tell me to do: kiss him back. "Excuse me," I hear and I don't have to turn to know it's my uncle. He just has to act like my mother, doesn't he? "Yes, Uncle Troy?" I ask innocently when I pull my lips away from Justin's. Quite reluctantly, might I add. "Now, it's not that I don't approve of this relationship -it's cute- but it's late and I think you need to sleep. You can see him tomorrow." I smile at my uncle, glad he's not going to act like my mother, and nod. He nods at us and walks back inside, leaving the door open slightly. "Good night, Justin," I say with a grin. He slips a piece of paper into my hand with a smile. "Text me later, okay?" he smiles. He kisses my forehead, making me smile. "Good night, Jenny." He walks away, leaving me to stand there, grinning like an idiot. As he drives away, I am still standing there like an idiot. I feel someone pull me inside and lead me my room. I am sat on my bed and there's Carrie, staring at me with a smile. "Well? How was it?" she asks. I shrug and reach for my phone on the bedside table. I look down at the phone number with a grin and enter the digits into my phone. Carrie sneaks a peak at what I'm doing and grins. "Someone's serious! This is so cute! I can't wait for your next date!" "Yeah," I say, "me neither." ***** "So, did you like it?" Carrie asks. I can't believe she's still trying to make me tell. "Carrie," I say into the phone, pulling change out of the register. So far, there haven't been many costumers. Mainly guys trying to get into a relationship. Poor guys, they're trying too hard. "Carrie, believe it or not, I will not kiss and tell. And besides, Justin doesn't like you since you tried to eat him. He doesn't want me telling you important information about our date." "Blah, blah, blah. What's wrong with you?" she sighs through the phone. "Have a nice day," I say the guy as I hand him his change and turn away from him and the door. "Carrie, look. Nothing is wrong with me. I'm not like you. I'm not going to tell you about my kiss or my date with Justin. That's it." "What about me?" I hear, causing me to grin. "See you later, chica." I say, hanging up. I turn to be greeted by a cluster of black roses. "Hello, how may I help you?" I say with a silly little grin. Justin pops out from behind the roses with a goofy grin. "Hey, Jenny. For the girl I took on a date," he says, handing the roses to me. "They're gorgeous! And for the record, I paid, so I took you on the date." I smile at him and take the roses, smelling them before walking into the back. I find a vase, surprisingly, and begin to cut the stems to the vase's height. I hear steps behind me and I can only think of two people who could be walking behind me. Justin or Uncle Troy, but I believe it's the first. "So," I hear Justin say, "I was wondering if you wanted you go out tomorrow night. After all, I had a blast at the movies, but you seemed a bit out of it." "Don't blame me. You were the one to kiss my cheek," I say, filling the vase up with water. "Well, you needed to smile, so I made you smile," he says as I place the roses in the glass vase. "More like embarrass me," I say. "Now only if Marcus wasn't coming by today." I grab the vase and see Justin frown. "Marcus? You mean the tiny caveman that destroyed the shop, right?" he asks. I nod with a sigh. "Why?" "My uncle has errands to run. He can't get the babysitter back because Marcus decided to be a barber and started cutting off her hair. Carrie's coming over too, but I'm still going to die because of the little demon. I just pray that he'll decide to be a lawyer or something quiet." "I could possibly help," Justin says, giving me a small grin. "No one can handle the little boy. Not even my grandmother and he's an exact replica of my dad." I stop before continuing, being hit by the memory of my father. I feel the vase slip from my hands but I don't hear it crash. I can't hear anything. I can hardly feel myself reach for the sink. The accident happened when Marcus and Marcy were four, hardly able to have memory of him. I was fifteen. Just barely fifteen years old. My dad was a cop, a very dangerous job depending on where he was. He was close to the county next to ours, a drug filled county. There're drugs around every corner, on every street and in every home. You couldn't do anywhere in the county without seeing someone with drugs. The cops in the county aren't any different. They get paid off with drugs, happily letting those who paid go when they do. My father had pulled over someone entering the city lines. They had a broken tail light. Dad checked his license and found out that the guy had an outstanding warrant for drugs. He was going to arrest him when the guy pulled out a gun and shot my dad in the chest, not his heart, but close to it. The thing about that is that the guys on the police force never wore bulletproof vests because they only had a few and gave them to the rookies. We live in a place where the money goes to building, not so much to the legal system. My dad's partner saw it happen, reported the druggie, and went to help my dad. He called for the ambulance too, but it took too long. They got my dad to the hospital, but he had already had his eyes shut and was barely breathing. When the doctors tried to get the bullet out of my father, they punctured a lung. We got the call from my dad's partner a few hours later, or rather, my mother did. Mom cried for hours. Marcy and Marcus couldn't understand except the fact that Daddy went to a better place and we wouldn't ever see him again. I went into a mental depression. I went through the same cycle every day: wake up, eat, go to school, eat, and go to bed. When the funeral came, I could barely watch. Marcy and Marcus were my responsibility and I kept them from seeing Dad's dead body. After, I continued my mental depression for months. Carrie was the only one to help. She finally got me out of it when she brought bags upon bags of candy and chocolate into our home. I can still hear Carrie's words from when I was in the depression: "Jenny? Come on, I know you're there. Talk to me, please. Jenny?" Oh, wait. That's her right now. "Huh?" I ask, finally pulling out of the memories. I blink and see her worried face next to Justin's. "Are you alright?" she asks. I shake my head and look at her with at expression I've made so many times. "Oh. Again, huh? What triggered it?" "Triggered what? What are you ladies talking about?" I hear Justin say but I only focus on Carrie. "Talking about his replica and his mother not able to handle the little devil," I answer, frowning. She nods and hands me three bars of chocolate. I tear one open and shove the whole thing in my mouth. Justin is looking at us like we're crazy. Oh, he has no idea. "You wanna tell him?" she asks, pointing to Justin. "I'm right here!" he says. "Not now. I can't let the emotional toll kill me. Besides, I have to take care of the little ones. Where are they anyway?" "Behind you," she says and I turn to see the twins looking up at me with sad faces. They know what happens with my hits of memories better than anyone. For once, Marcus is a normal little boy, watching with big, tear-filled eyes like his sister. "Hey, little ones," I say with a grin. I pick up Marcy, groaning at her weight. I think I need to stop picking her up. "Are you okay?" Marcus asks, causing me to smile. The normality of this little boy is all I need to make me happy. "Perfect. Now, who wants help out in the shop?" I ask. Marcy squeals happily at the sound of helping and Marcus smiles. Yeah, one day filled with happiness and normality coming right up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A chapter filled with sappiness, Carrie, and sadness. Still, tell me what you think! Instead of a quote, I shall be sending a funny picture! Hope this works. If so: Think about it. There's a song that goes with this. Think! It kinda tells you in the picture, though. ~Shana Alana
Update time! Yay! It adds a new character! And Carrie's going to act totally strange. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 6 "What do you mean you are out?" a young boy asks in disbelief. "I mean we have run out of chocolate. There isn't any in the back, none here in the front, just nothing. Sorry," I say, shrugging. "Why can't you make any?" he asks, staring at me. "Please," I scoff. "I burn mac n' cheese that you microwave. I burn water. Not sure how that's possible, but it is. Still, I can't make any and it'll be about five days until the new batch." The boy whines along with more costumers. "Sorry, but we are closed." They all walk out of the shop as I usher them away, some whining and others grumbling. I close the shop and walk right into my best friend. Now that's a disappointment. "Hey! Why haven't you answered my calls?" she asks, standing with her hands on her hips. "I have been either working, being with Justin, or on the phone with him. What do you need?" I ask, frowning. "Wait. Are you telling me you are would rather snog your boyfriend rather than talk to me?" she asks in disbelief. "First, I can't believe you used that word because we are not British, yet nice touch. Second, we do not make-out. There are kisses but no make-out sessions. And third, I'm sorry I'm spending my time with a guy that makes me happy and not with you. For the record, Justin is the only guy who doesn't question my choice of style and ask if I'm a cutter. So, if you hate this, I'm sorry for being happy." She stares at me, mouth agape. "Well, excuse me for not wanting to hang out with my best friend," she growls. I roll my eyes and stare at her. "Look, I think you might be jealous," I say. She glares at me and I see her expression turn from hatred turn to realization. "I think you need a boyfriend." "Yeah, you're right. Help?" "I'll try." I grin as I make sure the door is locked and when I turn again a see a guy behind Carrie. "Um, may we help you?" I ask and Carrie turns. She looks back at me and mouths, My wish has been granted. "Hi, I was wondering if there was a job opening here at the shop," the guy says with a smile. He runs a hand through his blonde hair and his brown eyes twinkle in the light. Carrie is staring at him with, not hunger, but another emotion. I think it's love. "I was just closing up shop. Let me go back in and grab an application," I say. "I'm Jenny and that's my best friend Carrie. She doesn't work here but she visits a lot." I open the shop and walk inside, leaving Carrie to stand next to the guy. I hear him say something, I think his name. I look around the back and find the application, grinning. When I walk back, Carrie seems to be panicking. That's a first for the preppy, boy crazed girl I know. "Here you go. My boss and mother won't be back for a while. She's in another state and won't be back for about four days. We'll open up again in five, but if you want to have me look over the application before then, here's my home address." I grab a pencil out of my purse and write my address on the side of the application. "Alright, cool. I'm Ryan, by the way. I'll see you later," he says, his eyes moving from me to Carrie before walking away. Carrie stares at him as he walks away until he's out of her view. "Someone's in love," I say with a grin. "Damn straight," she replies, sighing dreamily. ***** "So, are you telling me that she isn't trying to be the lioness she is?" Justin asks, staring at me and switching his gaze to Carrie. "Yep. She's in love!" I squeal happily. Carrie looks at me like I'm crazy. Yeah, she's never seen me act girly. Not on purpose and willingly, anyway. "But the guy is going to work with me. Jealous?" "Not at all, Jelly," he grins, causing me to giggle. "But, if he tries to make a move, I will kill him." "Hey, no killing my future husband," Carrie interjects, causing Justin and I to stare at her like she's crazy. You know how girls visualize futures with their crushes? With Carrie, that's completely wrong. She's the type of girl to go on a date or two and no more. She'll never speak or think of the guy unless they call her. This is a side of Carrie I have never seen. What? I really like the guy. Ryan is so handsome and he's amazing just by what I've heard. I seriously think I'm in love. Just like you, Jen. You're so in love with Justin, it is so relatable. I am trying to come up with a couple name. Justifer was brilliant but our name is just Caran or Ryrie. I mean-" "Carrie! You just told him everything I didn't want you to tell anyone! Thanks a lot. Bitch," I huff, crossing my arms. "Payback, bitch," she grins. "Payback? For what?" I ask, frowning. I feel Justin pull me into my lap, causing me to blush. "Did you really come up with a couple name for us?" he asks. I shrug, not wanting to give any explanation. "Are you really in love with me?" Again, I shrug. I can't trust my voice to work. Not that I would want it to, though. "For this," Carrie smiles. I send her a death glare and try to move out of Justin's lap, but he has a death grip. "Jenny," he says, pulling me close to him. I don't look at him but I just make a noise to acknowledge him. He brings his lips very close to my ear and whispers, "Give me the answers, Jelly." His lips tickle my ear and I giggle. I hear a disgusted grumble from Carrie and she leaves my room. Well, we're at my house. Uncle Troy is still here, but probably sleeping. The twins are taking their nap, the only time of peace. "Maybe so, Justin, but I can't tell you no." I grin at my rhyme and he chuckles, kissing my cheek. "You, my dear Jelly, are hilarious. Now, bring back Carrie so we tease her," he grins, releasing me. I stand and walk out to find Ryan in my living room with Carrie. "Carrie, did you let him in?" I ask, eyeing them on the couch. "Oh, yeah! I was heading outside to grab some fresh air when I ran into him," she says, grinning. Ryan beams up at me from his place on the couch. "I came by to give you my application," Ryan says, standing. He pulls the application out of his pocket and hands it to my, his hand lingering too close to my hand. "Jelly, did she leave?" I hear Justin ask, coming up behind me. He wraps his arms around me and finally becomes aware of Ryan. "You must be...?" "I'm Ryan. I'm hoping to work at the shop with your sister," Ryan smiles, causing me to shake my head. First off, big mistake, calling me Justin's sister. Secondly, we don't even look alike. "Jennifer is my girlfriend," Justin says, frowning. I feel giddy inside, hearing Justin call me his girlfriend, not that I haven't already. But I don't show my giddiness at Justin's anger and jealousy. "Jelly, can you and Carrie go to your room? I want to chat with Ryan." I nod and grab Carrie's hand, pulling her off the sofa and into my room. Along the way I hear fragments of the conversation. "Wait," I say and push myself against the wall in the hallway, listening to the conversation. "I get it; you'll be working with her. But keep your paws off of my girl. She's mine and I plan on keeping it that way. Keep your hands to yourself, your lips away from hers, and keep your distance. If I hear you lay a finger on her, I will rip your head off. Got it?" he says. Holy hell. Protective and jealous Justin is kind of mean. "Dude, I won't make any moves on her if she means that much to you. But if she comes onto me, sorry, bud. I'll take her. But her friend isn't that bad either. I might choose her over your girl. Anyway, I need to go. Tell Carrie and Jenny I said bye," Ryan says. I hear his footsteps move to the door and I hear it open. When he shuts it, I hear more footsteps coming our way. "Shit," Carrie and I whisper and silently run into my room, both of us landing on my bed. I push her off of my bed and she's on the floor when Justin walks in. He looks at Carrie in confusion but shakes it off. He hops onto the bed and sits next to me, strangely quiet. "What'd you two talk about?" I ask as Carrie pushes herself off of the floor, her blue eyes piercing into my soul, "Stuff," he says, putting his arm around me. "No need to worry, Jelly." "Well, I want to know if it was about me. You seemed pretty pissed when he thought you and I were siblings. I found it bizarre, to be honest." I look at him, acting as normal as possible. "You didn't hurt him, did you? If you did, you've ran him off and I'll never be able to talk to him again!" Carrie adds, frowning. She's good at this. "I didn't hurt him," Justin tells her, rolling his eyes. "And, yes, I mentioned you. I told him that is he touched you, he'd die." "What the hell? It's not like you're my mother," I say with a frown. "True, but are my girlfriend. I have a right to keep you to myself as long as I have you. And I plan to keep it that way," he says, grinning. I feel my face flush in embarrassment and I hear Carrie make a gagging sound. "Oh, Carrie, shut up," I say, moving closer to Justin with a grin. "Hey, guys, how's it going?" my uncle says, popping his head into my room. "Perfect," I answer. "Nauseating," Carrie says. "Fine," Justin replies. "Alright. Oh, Jennifer, pumpkin, I'm heading out. Your Aunt Julie is at the hospital and I'm going to need you to look after the twins." He tells me pulling on a jacket. "What's wrong with AJ?" Carrie asks, looking at my uncle in shock. "Auntie is pregnant. She's at the hospital because she's about to have my cousin, huh?" I ask with a smile. "Exactly. I'm heading out. Be good and keep the twins in line." "I'll try," I say. This is going to be a long night for both me and my uncle. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ryan is a new and very important character. Will this create a love triangle, or rather a love square? Or will Justin kill Ryan? Or will Carrie take Ryan and everyone live happily ever after? Who knows? Me! "Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes." - Jim Carrey Love ya lovies! ~Shana Alana
I can't believe I finished this update! I didn't think I was going to be able to before Wednesday, but I did! Yay! That means this is an update. Kinda short. Not much, almost three pages on Word. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Marcus! Get back here!" I call, chasing my little brother. I am yelling and chasing him because it's bath time and he hates baths. Another thing this little boy hates. "I've got him!" I hear from another end of the house. "Keep a good hold! He'll-" "I lost him!" I hear again and I groan. Marcy has already taken her bath. The good little girl gets ice cream for being sweet. And there is nothing she loves more than ice cream. She gets that from me. "Jelly, I have him!" I hear. I walk to where I hear the cries of distress and struggle. I meet with Carrie and see my brother and my boyfriend fighting each other. Lovely. "Grab his leg," I command Carrie. "Will do," she says. I grab one of Marcus' legs and Carrie grabs the other. Justin grips Marcus' arms and we walk him to the family bathroom. He manages to break his leg free from me and kick me in the chest and he aims higher and succeeds in kick me in the mouth. "Mother f-er," I say, wincing as I do. I grip onto my little brother's leg and help them move him to the bathroom. When we do, I manage to say, "Justin, please do this for me." He nods and gently ushers me out of the room. "I'll check on you after," he says and kisses my jaw before walking away. I try not to sigh because even smiling hurts. I can feel my teeth vibrate. My head aches like crazy. And I think I taste blood. That or I'm overreacting. Probably the latter. "I'll grab some ice," Carrie says and walks to the kitchen as I fall onto the couch. I hear the patter of little feet and turn my head to see Marcy with her stuffed bunny. She looks adorable, her hair slightly damp, standing there in her pajamas and with her favorite stuffed animal. "Are you okay, Sissy?" she asks, causing me to break into a smile despite the pain. That small voice just makes my day and the old nickname brings back great memories. I shake my head and point to my jaw. She understands; she's felt the pain of Marcus countless times. She climbs up on the couch and curls up next to me. I pull her close and kiss the top of her head as Carrie comes back with the ice. "Here you go," she says, handing me the bag of ice. I pull my jacket off the couch and wrap the ice. I place it on my cheek as Carrie plops next to Marcy. "Hey, little midget, what's up?" she asks with a grin. Marcy giggles at her nickname from Carrie. Ever since Marcy was born, she was known as little midget to Carrie. "Making Sissy feel better," she smiles, showing her missing tooth. By the rate she's at, she'll be rid of all her baby teeth by the time she's ten. "Well, after your brother is done with his bath, you are off to bed." Marcy frowns but quickly looks around, as if she realizes something is missing. "Where's Justin?" she asks me. "Giving Marcus his bath," I say, now feeling the pain numbing. It feels okay to talk, but when I open and close my mouth, I feel a pain run through my jaw. About fifteen minutes later Marcus comes out with Justin. Justin's hair is wet and so are his clothes. I look at him in question. "He's a very splashy boy," he answers, as I stand and hand him the ice. "Time for bed, you two," I say, wincing at the pain in my jaw. "And time for rest and a check of that jaw. Carrie can put them in bed. Sit," Justin commands. I listen to him and sit back down as Carrie stands and ushers the two out of the room. "This is will not PG since those two are in the same room," I hear her whisper as she leaves the room. We may act like a sappy couple, but it's not like we grope each other out in the open. We don't even do that in private, for that matter. All we do is a kiss here and there. That and major flirting. "She's a bitch," I grumble after she leaves the room and Justin chuckles. "Yeah, well, shut up and let me make sure you didn't do anything bad to your jaw." Justin takes my jaw in his hand lightly and moves it, asking if I feel any pain. Most of the time I shake my head except when he moves my jaw like I'd be chewing. "I think you'll be fine. Just try to speak as little as possible," he instructs and I nod. He places a kiss on my lips and wraps an arm around me. I snuggle into him and he takes the remote to the television and starts flipping through channels. Soon, after Carrie says good bye for the night, leaving the two of us alone, I hear the phone ring. "I'll get it," Justin says and stands, leaving to the kitchen and me to watch television without the warmth of him. "Hello?" I hear. "Justin. Yes, that Justin. Okay." He pokes his head into the room and motions me to him. "Yeah, she's coming. For you," he finishes, handing the phone to me. "Hellur?" I ask. "Jenny! Why did that Justin boy answer the phone?" my mother asks, stopping to hush a voice in the background. "Where is your uncle?" "He's at the hospital with Auntie. She's probably having my cousin or she will at any minute. And Justie answered because he's here with me. And he answered because Marcus kicked my jaw," I answer, grinning into the phone. "Are you two alone?" she asks in disbelief. I roll my eyes and hear Justin snicker in the other room and through the line. Eavesdropper. "Excuse the yelling," I direct to my mother. "Justin, get off the line!" I yell through the phone and hear him cry out in the other room. "There we go. And no. The twins are here. We wouldn't ever do anything with them here." "What are you saying?" she asks, an excited tone slipping into her voice. "Do you have to ask? I think you know. I can tell by that tone that edged into your voice." "You and him! That's cute!" I hear her pull the phone down and call, "Luke! Luke, she got together with that boy I was telling you about!" "That flower boy?" I hear a male voice ask. I don't know that voice. That scares me. "Yes!" She claps and then comes back to me. "I was wondering how you were doing." "Great. We ran out of chocolates today and I got an application from a guy named Ryan. Carrie is in love with him. And Justin made a threat that he's kill Ryan if he tried anything. Very protective. Kind of mean." "Well, honey, be good. No funny business. I'll be back in about three days. Love you!" "Love you too, Mom. Bye." "Bye. And remember, make him work for it!" "Mom!" I screech, blushing fiercely. She hangs up before I can yell at her further and I turn to see an amused Justin. "Please tell me you didn't hear that." "Oh, but I did," he smirks. "You should tell your mother I am working for it, for one." At that, I feel my blush grow brighter and hotter. "And you should tell her to remover the landlines. They are easy ways to learn information that is private." "Shut up," I mumble, feeling myself grow to the point of exploding with embarrassment. "And you think I'm the eavesdropper. Next time, don't talk about me on the phone. I will find a way to find out why." "Yeah, yeah. Shut up. I know I'm stupid. Can you end this embarrassment now?" "On one condition." "What?" I ask suspiciously at the smirk on his face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay. What do you think he wants? I loved writing this update because of Mrs. Wyatt (Jenny's mom). This is a conversation we had in science: Friend 1: Duct tape can fix anything. Friend 2: It can't fix stupid. Mr. C: Duct tape their mouth. Friend 2: That can still do something stupid. Mr. C: Then duct tape their hands and feet. Friend 2: Duct tape their whole body. Friend 1: No. If you did that, there's be a duct tape ball and a core of stupid! Why in science, I have no idea, but it kept us from homework! Love ya lovies! ~Shana Alana