Hi guys I plan on updating all my stories regularly so stay tuned! I've come to fancy Jerome quite a bit and so here is my take on his adolescence. Sorry for any mistakes grammar wise. Please review, thanks for reading!

The first memories I have of The Valeska's was the time my mother had found me playing with an Emerald and gold bedazzled bra, unmistakably belonging to the circus whore - Lila Valeska. She had dragged me by the wrist all the way to their trailer knocking loudly. It took a few moments for the woman herself to answer, scantily clad in nothing but her beautiful silk robe. I held my mother's leg tightly as she began to hurl accusations and abuse at the snake dancer.

I watched from the shadow of my mother as a much smaller Valeska peeked his red head from behind his mother. I smiled at him and waved a little but before he could do anything but smile my mother back handed his and started to storm away with me in tow. I looked back at him watching him smile at his sobbing mother. I didn't really know why my mum was so angry at the time. Lila Valeska is the reason I don't see my father anymore.

Under my mother's strict tutelage I had been convinced that the Valeska's were terrible sinful people. My mother was scared I would be corrupted and become a harlot like the Valeska Matriarch, and so I was rarely out of her line of sight. By the age of 15 I fancied myself quite a well matured woman and had started to notice how handsome Jerome had become. His jawline had become stronger, his eyes filled with mischief every time I caught him watching me practice.

My mouth felt dry as I fastened the cuffs on her denim covered ankles. In a week Haly's circus would open with the Flying Grason's, a hard act to top in my opinion. It was only through my Mother's insistent pestering of the Ring Master that I was allowed to privilege of following such a prestigious act. For the first time I was given an actual time slot in the show. I'd been training under my mother, Madame Slivka, for years in the art of Knife throwing and sword swallowing. A decade of throwing knives at sacks of potatoes and pillows and I was finally ready for a real living, breathing target. My younger sister, Marie, was buzzing with nervous energy, she'd volunteered when mum had asked over dinner if anyone would like the help me. Not that anyone but me had tried to convince her otherwise.

My hands shook slightly as I snatched up a handful of throwing knives, taking several passes back I turned and squared my shoulders, taking a breath. I turned to my mother who sat on a crate, her slight nod was all the encouragement I needed. I picked up the first knife and hurled if towards my sister. Her eyes were screwed shut as soon as it left my hand but she sighed in relief when she wasn't hit. The blade had embedded itself into the wheel next to her leg. I looked up at my sister who smiled gleefully.

"Don't be so proud of yourself Bonnie, that knife isn't anywhere close enough to her for what these people want to see. And I cannot have you screwing your eyes shut every time a knife is hurled towards you Marie, you wouldn't want to give anyone the impression that you weren't absolutely confident with your sister's ability would you?" Always such a hard woman to please. I loved my mother dearly but sometimes I just needed her to congratulate me.

"Yes Mother," my sister and I replied in unison.

I spent hours throwing knife after knife until my sister began to yawn and complain of aches. I stretched my head side to side and rolled my shoulders. Spying Jerome sitting in the upper seats I grinned at him and he grinned back.

"Mother, Can I spin the wheel?" My mother straightened her shoulders and stood making her way into the ring, "Better hope you hold your dinner Marie." I grinned at my little sister as Mother gripped the wheel and sent my sister cartwheeling on the spot.

I began to throw knife again and again in succession as they met the backboard of the wheel until I heard an ungodly screech. Jerome stood up. My mother and I ran to the wheel quickly halting its rotation. We both checked her over frantically until she started to laugh. I growled and dropped all my knives reaching out and slapping her.

"THAT WASN'T FUNNY MARIE!" I yelled at her and stormed out of the tent. I knew they wouldn't follow me and Marie knew I wasn't really mad I just needed a break from training. Weaving my way through the caravans and sat down on a crate. Moments later Jerome emerged and sauntered towards me.

"My my my wasn't that quite a shoow" He drawled his words as he wedged himself in the space between my legs reaching up to tousle my hair, "You're a terrible actor gorgeous."

I smacked his hand away, "You're such an idiot," I leant forward captured his lips in a sweet kiss. Jerome had been my first kiss the day I turned 14, he told me it was my birthday present because he didn't have any money.

I could feel him smiling against my kiss, "But I'm your idiot." I scrunched up my nose at his cheesy cliché. He gripped my hips and pulled my legs flush against his hips, "Now I am mistaken but was that risqué lil move you pulled in their for moi," he pointed at himself and opened his mouth in faux surprise, "Because I heard you loud and clear."

"You know me too well Jerome," I through my head back as he kissed the sweet spot on my neck, "Why don't we celebrate my new achievement," I groaned the last word as he bite softly into my neck.

His voice was husky with lust, "Gladly gorgeous."