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Angel/Jem
Jem…Chapter 107

by Bailey Summers

Copyright © 2013 Bailey Summers
All Rights Reserved.

 


Author's Note: Picture used with permission from *lavonia on deviantart.


 
Chapter 107
 

Jem… Chapter 107

Chapter 107

We’re more excited than tired as we go through things in the boxes and there’s bags too but there’s a good number of us and we sort of spread out to go through stuff with some of them shoving things into the air for me or Molly to say yes or no about.

Jake does get us a lot of the stuff with like the older generations of the place with like some of the leaflets and pictures but even some old booking notes from way back in old accounting books.

There’s a gold mine there since some bands actually signed the book to get paid.

Like the Moody Blues.

“Oh score!”

Josie’s awesome too because she’s really into the whole rock scene and this is like heaven. Actually we’re both looking at each other grinning with unsaid brain storming going on.

There’s a vibe a way of being when you’re all into and about the music.

We’re there about an hour and that’s long enough to get the bulk of what we need even if some of it is just looking in the boxes and/or leafing through them and if it’s a yay we send it down to the van with Mike and Dad helping and stuff now and Davie and Billy are downstairs keeping a look out and stuff with Uncle Mitch.

We’re really careful with the posters. There’s a box of band posters from all over the different era’s stuff likely put up by the bands themselves back then

Jake actually gives us some stuff too.

Like a still working neon sign that is all in red and is an electric guitar with the Canadian maple leaf in the center and I think it’s for like Molson or something but he gives it to us for our office.

And a couple of these post lamps with the spring loaded thing that you press to the ceiling with and it’s all cool like 60-70’s art deco like stuff and there’s a few other odds and ends too like beer logo clocks and Booze company tee-shirts that are still in the plastic and Jake lets us have this really old RCA stereo with a turn table and an 8-Track player and lots of 8-Track tapes and like three boxes of records and forty-fives…those where singles with one song per side.

Needless to say I’m happy.

We’re all happy and we’re dusty and dirty but we’re all having a good time and we all coffee up down at the bar before we even try to head off for home.

Carmen’s coming with us.

I know she’s nervous and stuff but she comes with us anyway. It’s another hour before we’re just basically unpacked and Rayne took off upstairs first thing to get things set up for now to change her room over to the guest bedroom.

I guess the office could wait.

But then again…hmmm…

Actually everyone’s at the house and we’re so dirty we trade off with the showers and Rayne lends Josie some jeans and a tee-shirt and she’s that with it and relaxed it’s extending to Molly and Carmen.

Josie took make yourself at home fairly literally and while she’s not being a pain she’s just comfortable in spaces like this. And she asks… “Hey can I go barefoot!” and stuff like that and it’s really late and we all sort of end up looking at each other and I look at Daddy and the guys and Josie.

“Well we all might as well have breakfast together before we crash and stuff.”

There’s a general nod of agreement and I get waist snagged and hugged by Rayne again who kisses me.

“Good call breakfast is one of those really good ways to end a night like this.”

I kiss her back. “Well that and free labor.”

She grins and I do too and we kiss again and we’re definitely getting looks from Carmen and Molly. I know Molly is like crushing on Rayne and stuff but I’m pretty sure that she’s pretty good with us only I’m not sure Carmen’s seen up close lesbianism.

It really is so much different and so much less and more than just two girls making out.

I look at Kim. “Hey can I have one of your stash?”

She nods as she’s chugging a Red bull down and has a 4 pack box of then and she offers the box up.

I take one and she offers around while she’s looking at her phone. There’s a goofy smile there. “Hey guys is it okay if Max comes for breakfast?”

I’m like. “Sure is he bringing the baby?”

“Uhm…” she’s thumb texting… “Nope she’s at his mom’s.”

“Okay just wondering.” I grin and look at Rayne. “You want to bring the stereo into the kitchen?”

She smiles at me. “Sure.”

Brooklyn’s getting things set up with our two card tables and the boxes and stuff and she and Josie and Molly are in confab with Molly also doing stuff with Mike now that she’s got one of Kimmie’s cans of go juice into her and The guys and the dads are still unloading stuff and Carmen’s looking at me and Rayne.

“Uhm…can I help?”

I smile. “Sure, we’re making lots and stuff if you don’t mind the work.”

“My family used to do big stuff…I mean my birth dad’s family.”

“Oh…shit what happened?”

“He died when I was nine from a car wreck on black ice and after mom re-married we moved here and it’s just not…they’re not close like the way I remember stuff back home.”

“I get that.” Rayne says and she hugs her as we head into the kitchen. “After I came out and was kicked out of my house my dad died from a heart attack.”

Carmen does some sniffling and Rayne gets her some paper towel and I make some more coffee as I kill my can of go juice. I smile at her. “We’re all like that Carmen, we all have stuff that’s messed up and that has us all broken in one way or another. Trust me you’re in good company.”

She smiles and looks around. “Nice kitchen, sooo…what are we making?”

I laugh. “Everything.”

We sort of get started and that’s with steaming some potatoes. And chopping some onions and then making batter and dough.

I’m always making dough and Carmen just looks at me as I take waxed paper and tape it down to the kitchen counter and the table.

“What are you doing?” She says and it must look strange since I can almost hear the smile in her voice.

“When I work with dough it’s easier to do it this way that to mess things up with too many bowls and stuff.”

“But that much space?”

Rayne smiles. “Power’s family cinnamon rolls.”

“Oh…okay…”

Rayne holds her hand up. “I swear they’ll change your life.”

I blush and smile. “They’re not my recipe, they’re my cousin Jenna’s from Alberta.”

She nods. “Cool I like cinnamon rolls, so what else?”

I point. “Okay get the square roaster there the big one and get it on the burners and dice an onion into it with some oil and when the steamed potatoes are done cube and toss them into that.”

“Hash Browns?”

“Exactly, then when you get some time beat up some milk with some eggs a lot of them for the scramble.”

Carmen gets doing that while I get started on the bread dough and Rayne’s setting up the old RCA on the far counter and the speakers are on the floor but everything works as she plugs in one of the 8-Track tapes and the music starts to play and I can’t help it….

Bread is a very good group and one of those old great melodic kind of rack bands and I start to sing along with *Everything I own* Well singing along and singing to Rayne too.

“You sheltered me from harm.”
“Kept me warm… kept me warm…”

“You gave my life to me.”
“Set me free… Set me free…”

“The finest years I ever knew.”
“Were all the years I had with you.”

(And this is where Rayne joins in with me as she turns the volume up.)

“And I would give anything I own!”
“Would give up my life, my heart, my home!”
“I would give everything I own…”
“Just to have you back again….”

(And now just Rayne.)

“You taught me how to love…”
“What it's of, what it's of….”

“You never said too much.”
“But still you showed the way….”

“And I knew from watching you.”
“Nobody else could ever know…”
“The part of me that can't let go…”

(And then both of us and everyone else out front in the house!)

“And I would give anything I own!!!”
“Would give up my life, my heart, my home!!!”
“I would give everything I own!!!”
“Just to have you back again….”

(It’s like up at the attic at Jake’s and it’s a little like Glee but it’s actually not that all removed from just life. There are some songs that just are ‘Those’ songs, the ones that hit us all and that we all sing along with.)

(Then it’s kind of a surprise and it’s with the mic from out front and it’s Dad and Brooklyn singing together.)

“Is there someone you know…”
“You're loving them so.”

“But taking them all for granted….”

(I almost choke thinking of Dad and mom with this.)

“You may lose them one day…”
“Someone takes them away…”

“And they don't hear the words you long to say…”

(And Rayne slips her arms around me and we all sing it again together.)

“I would give anything I own!!!”
“Would give up my life, my heart, my home!!!”
“I would give everything I own!!!”

“Just to have you...... back again…”
“Just to touch you once again…”

It’s awesome and more than and I slip over to the door to check on Daddy and he’s getting a hug from Brooklyn and Kimmie and he smiles this ow-but-I’m okay smile at me and gives me a thumbs up and I smile back at him and slip back into the kitchen.

Rayne looks at me. “I so should have listened to this with our fight.”

I nod and I’m almost sniffly. “Yeah me too.”

Carmen gives us this look like she knows there something about that stuff. She bite’s her lip. “You girls fight?”

I nod. “Everyone has fights and stuff in a relationship.”

“Oh…I don’t know I’ve never really been in a relationship.”

I look at her and I nod. “My first one too.”

“Really? You too look so together.”

Rayne smiles. “Thank you but we’re still winging it.”

Carmen nods but there’s a bit of a sigh there too. I’m not sure if it’s the relationship thing or the girl-girl relationship stuff since it wouldn’t be the first time that a les-girl has been put in bad situations.

Rayne and I slip apart and I go to the bread and she’s doing waffle-duty with our waffle iron.

Flour, some sugar, baking powder and some buttermilk a tiny bit of salt so they don’t taste flat and that’s about it. Except she’s doing hers from home and that’s with a mixture of corn meal and some brown sugar just a little but she sprinkles it right onto the griddle of the iron and then pours the batter and then a little more on the top before closing it making this sweet but not too sweet crunchy crust on the waffle.

Oh and we make them as thick as the waffle iron will let us considering how many guys are here and going to be here.

Me I get the bread dough proofing and the stuff out for the cinnamon rolls and I start cooking bacon and I toss some sausages into the steamer we had the potatoes in and I poke some holes in them to let out the grease as they cook.

I dice some more onion really fine and toss that into a pot with some fennel seeds to toast and grind a bunch of fresh pepper in there too.

Steam’s filling the air and Carmen takes some of the bacon from the pan and chops it up when it’s just getting crispy and adds some of the bacon grease for the big pan of hash browns and I smile and steal a slice and feed Rayne and then get one for myself and Carmen offers a bit of a smile.

Baby steps and stuff.

Even though she’s here she hasn’t come right out with stuff and I’m not going to press it yet.

She needs to feel it first, feel safe with us before I ask her about that bad stuff that’s gone down.

I do look at her. “So what are your folks going to say?”

“Nothing…I haven’t been on good terms with mom or my step dad for awhile.”

I look at her…. “Can I ask?”

She nods but there’s a sniffle and tears fall. “It’s not them…it’s not it’s me….I’m the one that was sooo fucking stupid, I’m the one that’s the whore.”

I slide beside her and hug her. “It’s not you…it’s Adam…”

She looks at me.

I look at her and she’s on the bad edge, I’ve been there too…so many times. It’s amazing how you can be there and still function…or fake functioning.

“How…?”

“You just do…”

“If I do this it’ll wreck the lives of so many people Jem.”

“Adam’s doing that now and he’s only getting bolder I think, into more bad stuff and bad characters.”

“But we’ve done stuff…us girls.”

“And he’ll use you for doing that until he’s done then likely blackmail you all for the rest of your life with it.”

She stares at me again…she just nods. “I have to think about it…about what to say…”

I rub her side. “I know…trust me Carmen I never thought that I’d be involved as deep as I am when I decided to side with my cousin Jace over psycho-rich boy.”

She nods and wipes at her eyes. “God, I’m such a fucking mess.”

The thing is I get what she means, not just on the outside…but where you take a look at yourself and your life and it’s just painful.

I wipe my eyes then reach over and do hers some. (Sniffle.) “Mascara…”

Carmen looks at me and it’s just one of those girl things where the emotions blur with getting the pain out and the realization that you really, really do look like a wreck and you burst out laughing.

Definitely a girl moment as we all just break out laughing because…just because of all of it.

And it’s kind of so right.

It takes a few minutes before we’re back to sort of normal and I’m taking the sausages from the steamer and chopping them up when Rayne kisses me leaning over and taking my chin in her fingers and turning my head to kiss me deeply.

“Hmmm…mmmm..mmm… Not complaining but what was that for?”

“Just being you…I’m, I’m definitely a lucky girl.”

Okay that gets her a kiss back.

Carmen’s side looking at us and smiling.

I blush and smile back and Rayne pressed into my butt/hip edge. “So what’s next?”

I grin. “Baking, the bread’s ready to get panned if you want to get doing that.”

Carmen nods. “Okay, I can do that.”

I let her do that while I dump the sausage in the pan with the onion and fennel seeds and let it start to brown and dig some sage out from the windowsill planter and once the sausage just turns brown I toss the sage in and then a literal handful of flour and stir it all up until the flour picks up all the oil, thanks when I get some milk and add that.

The girls are looking at me.

Okay see Dad and Mom knew a lot of truckers and we got a lot of food recipes from them that aren’t standard fare here. “Biscuits and gravy.”

There’s a double ooooh from Rayne and Carmen which has them smile at each other a little and they’re panning bread and then it’s in the oven and I set my sage and sausage white sauce aside to thicken.

I can hear Kim shouting. “I’ll get it!” And then “Max!” And there’s talking and I do a look over everything then shoo Rayne and Carmen out.

Carmen’s like… “Hey what!?”

Rayne laughs. “The secret cinnamon rolls come on, we’ll snack and pre-feed the others.”

“Huh?”

Rayne grabs some of the waffles and the carafe with the coffee. “The mugs are in the right side sink cupboard.”

Carmen gets the mugs and they head out. There’s a dozen people out there so no chances of that spoiling anyone’s appetite.

And actually it’s amazing just the way it feels to have the place filled and feeling this way and there’s music going in here and out there and the smells of food and talking and laughing and…and some of that’s my Dad.

Bread out and more bread in and then the biscuits in the top oven.

My biscuits are actually pretty good but a TV recipe…Self rising all-purpose four cut with some cake flour to have them soft, a bit of confectioners sugar blended with the flour and then some baking powder and frozen salted butter grated right in the mix and buttermilk for the liquid part. The trick is to barely work the dough and I make them nice and big.

With the baking powder reacting with the butter milk and the grated butter you can almost see them raise up. See it’s the water trapped in that frozen grated butter that’s turns to steam in the biscuit that gives you the puff. A really hot oven and you’re golden just drape a sheet of tinfoil over the top and it’ll keep them from burning.

About like four fifty Fahrenheit at first for like seven minutes and then back it down to three twenty for thirteen minutes and they’re done.

Use your timers or buy a decent egg timer, it really helps you out.

My last loaves come out and my cinnamon rolls go in and I go heavy on the butter and on the brown sugar spice mix for the layers and even let it sit while I spritz it all down with water before I roll them up. The water is the real secret it really makes the caramel effect happen and helps with them being moist and from burning.

I’m heavy with the cream cheese in my icing, I like it a little more on the sharp side.

And now it’s just about time.

I move around the kitchen cleaning up and then setting it all up for self serve…you want a good trick with food? Get your pots that you’re not using and fill them with boiling water and set the serving bowls on them. I do that with the eggs and bacon and the hash browns the sausage and sage gravy is on the stove and I put all the plates and stuff out on the table with the condiments.

I stick my head out into the hallway. “It’s buffet service so we can all eat in the living room/studio…and it’s ready…”

I move out of the way and watch as everyone’s getting stuff and I’m getting hugs from everyone and a bear hug from Uncle Mitch… “You made biscuits and gravy?”

“Sure did.”

“That’s one of my favorite things.”

I hug him back and then push him at the food line and laugh. “Hot sauce is in the cupboard by the stove.”

Most everyone’s got food when I take out my cinnamon rolls and rack them on a cookie sheet on the stove and a knife to just pry some parts open some and just pour the icing letting it melt over them and when it’s all done…Mmm…I pry one off and add it to my plate.

We all sort of head out to the living room talking and eating and sitting on the couches and the chairs and even the floor.

Everyone’s eating already shoving food into their faces in that way that you only do after you’ve been out all night and doing stuff.

Mike in a chair but Brooklyn draped sideways over him and they’re sharing a plate.

Dad sitting on the floor with Uncle Mitch and Josie all sort of cross legged but with the same things pretty much…Biscuits and gravy with hash browns over that and bacon and toast on the side all eating like old friends…or like us.

Davey and Billy and Max are on the couch with Kim who has the fresh bread slices on a pate and jam and she’s actually quietly talking with Max who’s eating but nodding at her and actually listening and Molly and Carmen are sharing our smaller couch/love seat and I settle into our big chair with Rayne who to my delight has a bit of everything.

We eat and it’s just idle stuff mixed in with things they’ve found already and my brain is full of ideas and stuff but I do manage to just enjoy myself and have a good time.

I save my cinnamon roll until we’re all sort of done and everyone’s looking ready to go to their homes and get to bed.

I get up and call Jimmy. “Morning Jimmy.”

“Angel what can I do for you?”

“I need a cab at my place for a friend can you come over?”

“Be right there.”

“Cool.”

I look at Molly. “I got a cab coming over that okay?”

She blinks. “Yeah…uhm thanks, and thanks for the job and all of this and…breakfast and…”

“Easy, easy you’re welcome but you don’t have to keep thanking me.”

She looks at me really seriously. “Yeah I do, this is a really big deal.”

I give her a hug. “Okay, okay cool. You get your stuff and I’ll be right back.”

She nods and blushes and she starts packing and I grab Kimmie and I head to the kitchen. She looks surprised but comes with me. “W’sup?”

“Care package for Max?”

“Really?”

“Yeah that’s why we made so much.”

“Eee! You’re so cool Angel!”

“Yeah, yeah people keep telling me.”

I get some plastic grocery bags and a used yogurt tub and I bag some bread and biscuits and the sausage gravy up… Molly, Josie, and Jimmy…Jimmy’s stuff gets two cinnamon rolls that I wrap in wax paper and the rest we split up for Max to take home and I leave two for Billy and Davey.

I head out and give Molly hers and she looks at me. “What’s?”

“Leftovers.”

“Angel…”

“Like you have a lot of groceries?”

She ducks her head and blushes. “You’re not better off either really.”

“Well Mr. Powers and the guys paid for the baking stuff I just use it.”

“This is still really awesome…no one really baked in my house.”

“Well I sort of learned with my mom some but mostly through a bread maker and I’ve got a lot of practice since then.”

“I just got to keep my room mates out of it.”

“Well there’ll always be more.”

Jimmy arrives and I walk out with her and he gets out and opens the door for her and she blushes again. Yeah he’s one of those old but great guys.

“Morning Angel.”

“Morning Jimmy, here.” I pass the care package for him into his hands.

“What’s this?”

I smile. “Leftovers, we’ve been up all night and decided to end it with breakfast and while I was cooking I knew I’d be calling you for Molly so I made extra.”

He smiles and he hugs me and kisses my cheek. “You’re a sweet lady you know that?”

“I’m not a lady, I’m too young to be a lady.”

“Never, a class act’s a class act.”

“Jimmy…” I can’t keep the warmth from my voice. Jimmy’s been an unexpected pleasure out of all of this.

I hug him back and he gets in his cab-van and waves as he pulls out followed by Dad and the others coming outside and Josie hugs me.

“Awesome night and seriously thanks for including me in the fun and the work and stuff, I think we’ve got something here.”

I nod. “We do, I can really, really see things coming together.”

We hug again and she get’s in her car and I hug Daddy and the guys as they’re getting ready to leave and Max is the last to go while talking with Kimmie who gives him his care package and he gives her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

A very close to the lips kiss on the cheek.

She’s hugging herself as he leaves and she’s got this happy smile on her face and she sits on the steps and Rayne comes and joins us with a blanket and Brook with more coffee and we sit like I do just sometimes on the steps and just chill out the four of us all wrapped together in the blanket.

Kim’s the one that starts it.

“I don't want to be…Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately..”

Then Brooklyn… “All I have to do, Is think of me and I have peace of mind…”

Rayne… “I'm tired of looking 'round rooms…Wondering what I've got to do, Or who I'm supposed to be…”

And Me… “I don't want to be anything other than me…”

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Another wonderful chapter!

D. Eden's picture

And I have always loved David Gates and Bread! They had so many really deeply romantic songs - and his voice just let the song soak right into you.

Eight tracks and 45's! Wow! My first stereo had an eight track player. Next thing you'll have to explain to people is the "B" side of a 45, lol. God - am I really that old?

This was another wonderful addition to the story Bailey, and Angel's family just keeps growing. It's just a matter of time before Carmen breaks down, but now at least she has friends and family to pick up the pieces and help her get her life back.

This was just such a feel good chapter. I can't wait for the next one!

Dallas

D. Eden

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

Thanks Dallas! I love great classic rock and Bread was that:)

I grew up on 8-tracks and 45's and old fashioned rabbit ear country styled cable TV. There's a type of kid and teen to twenties now that's into the classic as much as the new and that so actually fits Angel and the crew.

The crew is growing even if some of them are somewhat temporary characters with people like Billy and Davey but it's that community thing. Angel gets that a lot from her parents with Remy's pay me later, let's trade, or hey it's just not a problem with his way of working.

The cooking and bread well that's from my family, we always made more than enough and tried to take care of each other like that.

My grandmother used to save a loaf for the mailman even, those little things are really big things when that cup of coffee in the morning comes with a big slice of toast from someone that gave a damn.

*Great Big Hugs*

Bailey Summers

Presents!

A lovely way to start a Wednesday! Thank you for the gift. I had an 8-track in my 1972 Pontiac convertible. I was soooooo cool!

Thanks again,
Larimus

I'll see your Vega

I'll see your Vega and 8-tracks and raise you a '61 Rambler and 4-track tapes, with the little roller adapter you could snap into the bottom to play them on an 8-track player when your 4-track player (made by Automatic Radio) finally died.

Oh, and my father had a turntable that plugged into a kit-built preamp which then plugged into an accessory connection on the TV that allowed you to use the TV as an amp and speaker. Lots of dynamic range there!


I went outside once. The graphics weren' that great.

LOL that sounds like...

an old wood boxed Zenith TV with the dual speakers.

Ramblers were good cars:)
They could definitely scoot.

*Great Big Hugs*

Bailey Summers

getting old

darn I remember growing up the first record player we had play 78's

We had 78's in my house.

My dad was big into books and music.
*Big Hugs*

Bailey Summers

great way to...

wrap up a long night. at powers cafe II.
great job, thanks

I'm glad to see it coming together

But I fear this is the calm before the storm.

I hope that Carmen decides to save herself. As a community, I think that we really understand not having a family, and appreciate how much it means to finally get one. I see that plot played out with almost everyone in Jem's team.

I should say that I really appreciate Jimmy. I smile every time he comes into the story.

Love & Light,
Cassie Ellen

We definitely get it.

Carmen's sort of in that sex-worker exile. She see's herself as too damaged to be anything other than damaged. A thing Adam actually tries to foster as much as he can.

But that not feeling good enough...yeah we all get that I think.

I do really like Jimmy too he's that old senior guy that just drives cab for something to do than for the money.

*Great Big Hugs*

Bailey Summers

My new motto

Pamreed's picture

I don't want to be Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately…
All I have to do Is think of me and I have peace of mind…
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms Wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be.
I don't want to be anything other than me….

Thanks Bailey this just says it all!! I wonder what the RadFems would say
if I posted that on their site? I suppose they would say I am trying to
force them to accept me. You know what fuck them!!!

Hugs,
Pamela

I like the song just for the song and the chorus is just killer.

But they'd likely go to the whole lyrics and say how you're being male through this and promoting a war agenda or some such.

But I really am not caring about them so much anymore, they're securely tied to their TERF agendas and ideals and nothing is going to change with them anyways.

I'm way more into critical inclusive feminism that looks towards all social issues and even stares down contemporary feminism and radfem for their own faults.

I could go on but TY for enjoying this chapter Pam!
*Great Big Hugs*

Bailey Summers

Carmen

So Angel and co are definitely starting to make a difference with Carmen - letting her know that they (at least) value and respect her, she's also had an entertaining time with them and revealed the first nugget of useful information. No doubt over the coming weeks, she'll feel increasingly confident with them and perhaps willing to open up a bit more - not just about what's happened since meeting Adam but also home life: there's a hint her mum and step-dad may be redeemable (hey, the more adult allies they can get in the game of chess against Adam the better!). It's even remotely possible that in the months ahead (after all, it's likely to take many months to gather enough evidence to take down Adam), once Carmen's got herself to a more secure frame of mind, that she can reach out to other victims of Adam and introduce them to Starlight Butterfly and Associates...


As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

So many things, so many ideas:)

Sex trade workers come in all stages but they all have very similar kinds of damage going on and there's a lot of trust issues and worthiness. There's definitely a lot more that will happen but there's definitely steps happening.

*Great Big Hugs*

Bailey Summers

Fantastic!

Jemima Tychonaut's picture

There is just soooooooooo much yayness in this chapter it's hard to know where to begin. Jem definitely has to be up there in the top ten - maybe even top five - best stories on this site for me. Then there is the ending line (yet another well chosen ending line) from a wonderful song. :-)

Just pretty all round fantastic a chapter Bailey.



"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."

i finally read it all and now

i finally read it all and now I'm sad because I have to wait for the next chapter, I know it's worth the wait but what am I gonna do now?