The rain had finally stoped, and the weather outside was fairly cool, enough to wear a pair of tight hip-huggers with chins (as always) and a black tank-top with red writing that read, 'I don't bite...Hard.'. With hair down to her shoulders, Jennifer felt quite comfortable as she came out to explore Escapade, even though she almost knew it by the back of her hand. Her guitar case was in hand and she looked around. "Wow..." She said, impressed by the windmill, never having seen it, but how could one not notice this at all, it was a beauty within its self. Sighing contently, Jen made her way to sit on the ground, facing the windmill.

Sitting the case down, she opened it and took out her sketch pad, opening to a fresh page. In a few of the pages, when she'd thought she had AIDs, she'd drawn the darkest pictures that she'd ever drawn in her life, even when her father got re-married, and even when Jason died, this was the darkest stuff within the book. Taking out her pencil, she clenched her teeth, really needing a cigerette, but knowing she had to quit, she'd destroyed them all, and it sucked when she passed by smokers on the street.

Her grayish blue eyes went from the wooden-structure in front of her, down to her drawnig and back, until she had finished with it. Not totally satisfied, she decided to take a break and placed her pencil behind her ear. Taking out her guitar, a smirk came to her face as she sung a stupid song, "I sat by the windmill, and then saw you come. Oh how I loved you that day. No rain fell upon our bodies as we began to make love..." She laughed and sighed, deciding to sing a differnt song, one she'd writen after reading a story by her favorite internet writer.

"Have you thought about me, 'cause I've thought about you, all damn summer, all that we've been through. You said that we were sisters, now what we do? You talk about me, what happened to you?" It was a story about how that writer had lost her best friend for five years because her friend decided that she had something to prove, and even though this 'Spork' girl didn't care about that stuff and really loved her as a sister, they went they're seperate ways. The song continued on, until it ended and Jennifer closed her eyes, images coming to mind as she just played some chords.

{{Basically I'm too lazy to write down the rest of the song.}}

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Jennifer jumped at the sound of his voice, "You know, you always end up coming up to me and suprising the hell out of me! How the hell are you so quiet?" She asked, being clumbsy tended to have the side-effects of making a lot of noise...And even if she was careful with her walking, she always triped over something or other, that was Jennifer. She turned her head back to the windmill, funny that they should meet there. She laughed and shook her head, placing her guitar in the case. Slowly she stood up and walked closer to him, poking him in the chest.

A smirk came to her face and she pretened to be pissed, "Oh, woe with me, you never called me!" She placed the back of her hand to her fore-head to add the drama, "Why the hell don't you ever call me! Gaw!" She then smiled and winked, trying to get him to laugh, she'd only heard him laugh once, and loved the sound, it was music to her ears. Thinking again, about how he needed a nick-name her thoughts came back to that night when they first met, "Hello, Moony." She then laughed, remembering Harry Potter, and then continued smiling at him. "Are you a were-wolf?"

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"Aww, I missed you tooies!" She said, running to him and giving him a hug. When he snorted, she smiled brightly, she loved his laugh so much! She kissed him back, her hands going around his neck as they kissed and her eyes closing, she loved his kiss...Hell, she just loved being with him. "I'll take both!" She cheered and laughed, turning around and shaking her ass, her chains jingling. "Cute is good! Like bunnies!" She nodded, thinking bunnies were really cute. "Yay, you're not a were-wolf." With that she backed up and ran to him, trying to tackle him to the ground, a rather familar possition, if I may add, and all the while she was laughing.

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She blushed upon hearing that she was cuter than a bunny, "Hmmm, I have my Halloween costume picked out." She winked at him, her birthday was before Halloween, and that was a bad time for her, but she didn't want to think about that now, she was with Moony. "You don't look like a werewolf, werewolves aren't hotties." She smiled at him, playing with his hair, it was one of the many things she loved to do with guys...One, wink, wink.

When they fell, Jennifer laughed as they hit the ground and she winked, "Nope, you can never have too much of a good thing...Unless its bad and can hurt you, then fuck that." She didn't know why she was so giddy, she just was, and most of the time got that way. "This is a familar postion," She added, with yet another wink. She pressed her lips against his and then just laid her head on his chest, wondering if anyone was going to walk by and say anything, that'd be funny! Jennifer could use a good bitching, she hadn't had a cigerette for seven days...

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Listening to him speak, she smiled softly, she could wait. Memories that she forbided to come into her mind most of the year came rushing back every time on her birthday. She didn't really know why she blamed herself for her mother's death, maybe because it was her birthday and her cake that lead her mother out of the house. Jason had only helped her that one time, and that was the first fight they'd ever gotten into, and she remembered how he'd found her on the beach on that rainy day as thoughts of that one moment that seemed to have her heart incased in stone came to mind. She'd smoked about two packs of cigerettes before he found her and she passed out, lucky that he was there, otherwise bad things would've happen as she would've been passed out with cool rain pooling down on her body..

Its okay Jen, I'm dead, you can move on, stop dweling on things you couldn't prevent. Wow, now she was going insane, for she seemed to have heard his voice, but it was only Kristopher and her, that was all in this silence. Hearing him speak again, she shook her head out of her thoughts and smiled, "Really, you're not already used to it?" She asked, rasing a brow.

Rolling off of him, she felt the warmth of his body leave her's as she laid on her back beside him looking up at the sky. Her finger nails were painted hot pink and black today, and it was rather noticable. She pointed up to one cloud and laughed, "Look! Its a bunny!" She looked from her finger to him, wondering if he saw the fluffy ears and white cotton tail of the 'bunny' cloud she was pointing at.

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It was Jen's turn to cry now, though it wasn't major sobs that racked through your body and cause you not to breat well, just a few silent tears fell from behind the closed lids of her eyes. Her eyelashes were matted together from the salty droplets that came from her eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she cried, it'd been so long ago, and the memory came fluttering back, even though she wanted it burried with all the rest of the God forsaken memories that were somehow kept in her heart. There she sat at the funeral, just sitting there, staring at the picture she drew of him, and then the photograph of him. It was way too God damned sunny, the sky needed to tear open and cry for its loss. Jen sobed, and waited, waited for the mean, abusive, drunken parents of Jason.

I'm sorry Jen, I love you...I didn't mean for this to happen. The words were still deep in her heart, in her mind and she could still hear his voice. Why did this memory have to come back, why now? She was finally happy and now she was crying as though there were no tomorow. She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest and hiding her tear streaked face in them, her body now shaking with tears as she pictured him in the hospital on that bed, the doctors unable to do a thing. Jen had thought she moved on, but Jason was the first boy who'd loved her, and who she had loved, all the other guys were abusive and sex-crazed, 'cept Mike, but he was her 'brother'. She lifted her head and stared at Kristopher, "I...L-love...Y-you...Too." She said between breaths and sobs and then hid her face again.

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With a sniff, she leaned into his body, smashing her face into his chest, and wraping her arms around him, trying to calm down. Calm down Jen, take a deep breath, its all over, someone loves you...Breath. As she calmed herself she sniffed again and then moved just to wipe the remaining tears away. "Its not that, you didn't do anything," She said huskly, trying to hold back more tears that wanted to come, "Its these damn memories that wont go away." Hearing him tell her not to say things she didn't mean she pulled away so that her puffy, red, bloodshot eyes cold bore into his with all the seriousness in her heart. "I didn't say anything I didn't mean." She said this simple statment, all in the husky voice she'd devolped from the tears, "Theres nothing to forgive." With that she flung her arms around him, "I love you, accept it or I will tickle you." She moved her hands to his side, wondering if he was ticklish, and trying to push back the memories once again.

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Jennifer smirked and covered his mouth with one hand, "Shh, people can hear you." Her scars on her right hand from long ago when Jason first past on, hurt a bit and she cringed, looking at them, "Damnit." She then shook it off, "And I LOOOOOOVVVVVEEEE you!" She tackled him back down to the ground staring at him, proping herself up on his chest, "Now, whatever are we to do?" She asked, rasing a brow, "I mean, we both love each other! Oh, no! Run for the hills, the couple will kill us all!" She laughed and began to nibble on his ear, starting to get used to doing it.

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"Oh, God." She said, lifting her head from his ear and shaking it. She had barely heard 'Well, I have a couple of ideas.' come from his mouth, as she was a little occupied with his ear. "Not another, 'I don't know, what do you want to do,' thing...I've had many of these with my little brothers, you get to decide." She said, nodding her head as though that settled the point. "I have some fluffy pink handcuffs, if that helps you get an idea of what to do." She laughed and winked at him, shaking her head at what she had just said.

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She smirked, "But, that's no fun." She said, eyes lit up at everything he just said, "Deep, heart filled, but not fun like handcuffs." She smiled at him and winked, "Fun is..." She pondered and then said, lamely, "Fun." She then rolled back off of him, and sat up, facing him, "Use handcuffs, or perish by my horrible singnig!" She said, poking him in the nose lightly. She was having a good time, "You wanna love me? If you love me, you gots to love the handcuffs, and the mustang, and..." She paused for dramatic effect, "Guitar..."

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She winked at him, kissing his chin for some odd reason. She never thought that her singing was really all that special, it was just, there, and people enjoyed it, and she liked making people feel good; it was just her way. She smiled hearing that the guitar is sexy, "No, its smexy, get it right." She said, before he kissed her lips, she kissed his back and when he pulled away she smiled. "Awww, do I haffta?" She whined, as if she didn't really want to. She took out her guitar and placed it on her lap, taking out one of the many pics, she began to make chords and she opened her mouth to sing a love melody to him.

{{And I'm too lazy to write lyrics, so bah!}}

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"Aww, lil Moony's blushing." She said, once again tackling him to the ground with a huge kiss. She'd put her guitar down when he was singing and listened to his voice, "that was amasing..." She grined, her hands on his chest, "Handcuffs now?" She asked, with puppy-eyes and a pounting bottom lip. She then kissed his lips again, she loved when guys sung to her, it was amazing to show their love that way.

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She smiled at him, "Sunset Valley." She said and winked at him, getting into her own car. She turned it on and buckled herself in. The drive there was un-eventful, because she was all alone in her little black mustang, and all she did was keep checking the mirror to see if Kristopher was behind her. She pulled into the driveway and noticed that Mike's care was gone. She shurged it off, knowing that he was most likely out with Sheena again. She got out of her car and waited for Kristopher to get his smexy ass out of his car.

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