A peice of my mind. Slink and Tasha.

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Stephie had spent the night before at Scarlett's, listening and joining in on the rant a bit and being taught the drums by poor Marco who didn't know how to handle upset girls.

So the next morning she made her way, still fuming, round to Tasha's. She banged on the door so hard it hurt her knuckles but she wasn't in the mood for caring about that.

( Girlfight )

A peice of my mind. Slink and Tasha.

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Stephie had spent the night before at Scarlett's, listening and joining in on the rant a bit and being taught the drums by poor Marco who didn't know how to handle upset girls.

So the next morning she made her way, still fuming, round to Tasha's. She banged on the door so hard it hurt her knuckles but she wasn't in the mood for caring about that.

( Girlfight )

Ticket to Ride - Jude/Slink - PG

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It was a cherry red Galerija 2005 Chevrolet Corvette Convertible. That meant exactly nothing to Jude- a string of meaningless words; she just knew it was a nice car. She hadn’t even told anyone when she’d started to get her driving lessons, too sure that she was going to screw it up and fail (just like she did at almost everything else, it seemed.) And now she had her licence and a brand new car to go with it.

A shiny car.

She pulled up outside Victoria Lane and sat there in the driver’s seat wondering what was going on inside the house. Was it still being filled with drama and bad times? If so…

Jude reached for her mobile and sent a text to Slink. Hey sweet thaang wanna go for a ride? Look outside.

( more )

Ticket to Ride - Jude/Slink - PG

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It was a cherry red Galerija 2005 Chevrolet Corvette Convertible. That meant exactly nothing to Jude- a string of meaningless words; she just knew it was a nice car. She hadn’t even told anyone when she’d started to get her driving lessons, too sure that she was going to screw it up and fail (just like she did at almost everything else, it seemed.) And now she had her licence and a brand new car to go with it.

A shiny car.

She pulled up outside Victoria Lane and sat there in the driver’s seat wondering what was going on inside the house. Was it still being filled with drama and bad times? If so…

Jude reached for her mobile and sent a text to Slink. Hey sweet thaang wanna go for a ride? Look outside.

( more )

Del/Jinx - G

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“How’d it go?” Jinx asked as Delilah entered her room. She’d been out all day with Pierre trying to keep people together. Well, Delilah had been doing less of keeping people together and more trying to make amends. She still didn’t know where she wanted to be with Pierre- “You love him” “Would you shut the fuck up, Jinx?”- but she did know she didn’t want him to be upset. And this whole Renee…thing was upsetting him. She didn’t really care too much about the two girls…but Pierre? Delilah could have bitch slapped Renee all the way back across the English Channel for that.

“It went…well, sucky.” She dropped down on her bed next to him and wondered, not the first time, why the hell Jinx had taken over her room and why she wasn’t kicking him out.

“And how’s your boyfri- don’t hit me!” He flinched away and she let her hand fall down onto her stomach as she lay looking at the ceiling.

“He’s not.”

“I know, darlin.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

A long pause and silence filled the room.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he told her.

Del shrugged. “He’s…” Sad. Hurt. My poor Pierre.

“Sucky?”

She sighed and closed her eyes. “Yeah.”

Del/Jinx - G

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“How’d it go?” Jinx asked as Delilah entered her room. She’d been out all day with Pierre trying to keep people together. Well, Delilah had been doing less of keeping people together and more trying to make amends. She still didn’t know where she wanted to be with Pierre- “You love him” “Would you shut the fuck up, Jinx?”- but she did know she didn’t want him to be upset. And this whole Renee…thing was upsetting him. She didn’t really care too much about the two girls…but Pierre? Delilah could have bitch slapped Renee all the way back across the English Channel for that.

“It went…well, sucky.” She dropped down on her bed next to him and wondered, not the first time, why the hell Jinx had taken over her room and why she wasn’t kicking him out.

“And how’s your boyfri- don’t hit me!” He flinched away and she let her hand fall down onto her stomach as she lay looking at the ceiling.

“He’s not.”

“I know, darlin.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

A long pause and silence filled the room.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he told her.

Del shrugged. “He’s…” Sad. Hurt. My poor Pierre.

“Sucky?”

She sighed and closed her eyes. “Yeah.”