So many projects to start and finish. Not enough time!

Hello there. It appears to have stumbled upon my Perjeynabeth drabbles. (That's what I'm naming my OT4) Anyway, they're a sequel to 'It's Called College', but even if you haven't read that, feel free to stick around. First one's just Jeyna. -Izzy

Location, Location, Location

Pairing: Jason and Reyna

Set four months after It's Called College

The room was kept as clean as possible, with freshly dusted table tops and windows that were cleaned just earlier that day. The sheets covering the large bed in the middle of the room were also perfectly cleaned and tidy, the carpet was vacuumed, and all clothes and belongings were neatly put away. But overall, the room was still… messy.

There was a rip in the floral wallpaper over one wall and there was a stain in the carpet. There were tiny holes around the room from where press pins had been pushed into the wall and one the light overhead was simply a lightbulb swinging above them. All the down factors to the room came when they bought the apartment and they were unable to fix them.

Jason and Reyna stood on either side of the bed, listening to the loud siren outside at the straightened out the sheets. Reyna was wearing a silk pajama shirt with long sleeves and a button-down front, with matching shorts. Jason just wore boxers with a blue t-shirt.

"What should we watch tonight?" he asked, straightening out a few of the pillows. "I'm kind of in the mood for something Disney."

"Netflix got rid of most of the Disney movies," Reyna complained. "We still have a few episodes of Orange is the New Black?"

Before Jason could reply they heard a small crash from the kitchen. There was a pause as both of their heads whipped around the face the door. They both moved very quietly. Jason reached over to his jeans where he left his gold coin, and Reyna creeped over to the corner of the room where her spear waited. Jason flipped the coin and caught the sword in his hand.

They moved over to the door and started creeping down the hallway. Noises were coming from the kitchen that sounded like a small slurping. The couple counted to three silently before jumping around the kitchen door and pointing their blades at the intruder.

"Joel!" Reyna exclaimed, lowering her spear. Joel was their next door neighbor, and this wasn't the first time they found him in their apartment in the middle of the night. He turned around to them, confused.

"Get out of my apartment!" he demanded. Their cupboard was open and Joel was holding their jaw of peanut butter in his hands with his finger in it. He was going through the cupboards to try and find some more snacks.

"This is our apartment!" Jason said, disbelievingly. He turned his sword back into a coin. He handed his hand out and Reyna put her spear in it.

"You guys into some weird shit," Joel noticed, looking at the weapons. They couldn't hurt him, but he could see them. Reyna just rolled her eyes as Jason took them into another room.

Reyna took the peanut butter from Joel and reassuringly touched his shoulder. "You're drunk, Joel," she said. "Very. Let's get you back to your place."

"You sure this isn't my apartment?" he asked, looking around the kitchen in a childish daze. He hiccupped after he spoke and Reyna rolled her eyes.

"Positive," she promised. She gently led him towards the front door of their apartment and opened it up to the hallway. "Come on," she said, kindly.

"That explains why it wasn't smooth," Joel said, still licking peanut butter off his fingers. Reyna cringed, deciding she would have to throw the jar away. His apartment was only a door down from theirs and she unlocked it to let him in.

"You going to be okay?" she asked, letting him inside. She noticed a bottle of vodka on the counter. She picked it up, knowing it would only cause more harm. "Yeah, you're fine. I'm going to take this."

"Thanks, Ri," Joel mumbled, as Reyna left, closing the door behind her. Joel was convinced her name was Rihanna, and called her 'Ri' for short. It made Jason laugh. He'd always pretend to accidently call her Rihanna throughout the day. It sucked.

Reyna went back into their apartment and found Jason in their room, propping her spear up against the wall, where she had left it. She slumped down in the bed, sighing. They lived in a torn apartment with alcoholics sneaking in and eating their peanut butter in the middle of the night. No, their living conditions were not great at the moment. But they were twenty-two and just out of college. They didn't have enough money for a better place. Or… at least they hadn't when they bought this place…

"Jason," she mused as he sat down next to her in bed. "How do you feel about real estate?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, suspiciously. "I know, this place sucks," he said. "But we're not in a financially stable place at the moment, we can't go thinking about moving." Reyna rolled her eyes. She never thought she'd be one of those women who always argued with their boyfriends about money. Yet…

"Actually," she replied, "I'm about to get that huge raise, remember?" She had gotten a job in television journalism, and for the first few weeks she had just been running around and buying people coffee on set. But they had her a few times as a substitute on the smaller shows, and they were planning on giving her a regular position on a morning show every two or three days a week.

"Not a big enough raise for house hunting," he countered. Jason was going to med school every day, and worked a couple night shifts at a few jobs to help support them. Cater waiter on week days for the rich, and bartending on the weekends.

When they first moved to Chicago, they had virtually nothing, and had to move to the dingiest apartment ever. But now, they were beginning to get an income, and they could start paying rent on a nicer place.

"I'm not talking about palaces," Reyna sighed, throwing an innocent look at him. "I'm talking… tolerable."

"Okay, but we could waste all out money on a tolerable place now, or we can wait it out for a little longer in this dump, until we can afford palaces," he reasoned. Reyna rolled her eyes but before she could argue, some loud, booming music started in the apartment above them.

Reyna sucked her teeth, angrily glaring up at the ceiling. The people who lived up there had been very loud with some… other music, until last week. Reyna had lost her temper and stormed up there, ordering them to be quiet. The woman who lived there had tried to get snarky in her face so Reyna may or may not have accidently shoved her into a wall and threatened her. Since then, they had been so determined to hide the noise that they covered it with blasting bass music. Not exactly what Reyna had hoped for.

"I used to be a queen," Reyna spat, folding her arms grumpily. "Now I'm stuck in this dump."

Jason smiled, kissing her forehead. "It's not permanent." He could barely say much about discomfort. He looked like he was about to storm upstairs and reinforce Reyna's threat.

They remained calm until they heard a loud scream of pain coming from the apartment above. They sat up so straight there might have been a bolt of lightning up their spines. They were about to get their weapons when there was a moan. Of enjoyment. They were into some weird stuff.

Reyna was covering her mouth with both hands and trying not to laugh. "Can we move now?" she asked, her voice sounding muffled behind her palms.

"Yes dear," Jason nodded. "I'll call the real estate agent in the morning." He climbed off the bed and walked over to the door.

"Where are you going?" she asked, allowing herself to laugh a little.

"To threaten the neighbors while we still can."

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Jason was true to his word. The next morning, he called up a local real estate agent and they arranged a time over the weekends where they didn't have work or school to go and look at a few properties. Reyna had stretched their price range to the maximum they could manage, and the properties they had to view weren't bad.

Although, they still had standards. In one, the floors were so shiny the sun reflected right into their eyes. In another, the entire place was draped in tacky rugs, even on the walls, that it was too hard to imagine any other kind of decoration. One was a house, which they were certainly not ready to buy. One was a bachelor pad that made Reyna cringe.

Both of them found themselves up late searching for new places. Reyna was working her ass off at work to get a secure placement. In television journalism she was caught going to work in more pencil skirts and blouses than jeans and t-shirts.

One day, on a Saturday afternoon, Jason and Reyna were holding hands as they approached their agent outside a thing of apartments. They didn't have massively high hopes for this place, considering the let downs. But almost as soon as they walked in, their faces lit up.

The apartment was on the ground floor and the walls were painted white with a lot of windows to allow in natural light. There were hardwood floors that weren't too shiny. Through the hallway, they were led to a living room with a real fireplace across from two couches around a fire place. There was a television above the fireplace. Across from the living room was the kitchen with barstools around a breakfast bar and overhead lighting that could be adjusted to their preferred brightness.

There were three bedrooms. Two had overhead fans and on suit bathrooms. They were portrayed with light colored beds with pastel colored pillows. They were also shown with nice draws and wall art. The third bedroom had light blue walls and a baby crib. Reyna imagined a desk there with a few book shelves.

"This could be a study," she mused as she walked around. "For your medical school papers."

Reyna was glad she was done with college. All the stress and studying was finally over. She kind of felt bad for Jason, who was still in the zone.

He nodded at the thought. "That's a good idea."

They talked with the real estate agent in the living room about the place's potential, and how they feel about the place. "I like it," Jason told the woman. "Nice space, good lighting. I can picture us building a life here."

The agent nodded. "And the price fits perfectly into your budget," she added, smiling. She was a perky blonde woman, nearing her forties and her second Botox. Reyna didn't like her. Purely because of the hungry look she was giving Jason. The flirtatious smile.

Jason turned to Reyna, for her final opinion. She was pacing around the living room as Jason and the agent sat on the couch, looking at paperwork on the coffee table.

"I think…" Reyna mused, pausing before moving over to sit by Jason, "that I can see us living here. Relaxing here. This could be our sanctuary." She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Or place to feel happy."

He grinned and turned to kiss her properly. The agent forced a smile as she watched them.

"Young and in love," she mused as they pulled apart. Her tone sounded friendly, but Reyna could see the hidden meaning. "I remember my boyfriend when I was in my early twenties." She sighed, wistfully. "Love fades."

She sounded like she was trying to be friendly. But hinting at the possibility that Jason and Reyna were going to break up? Reyna felt… insulted. She couldn't imagine a future where her and Jason weren't passionately in love.

"In some cases," she replied, leaning her head on Jason's shoulder. "Where do we sign?"

AN: Again, with all the projects. Working on two major stories, one mini story, two series of drabbles and an un-published Jeyna/Percabeth/Liper/Frazel fiction. School work? What school work? The stress is real guys.

Psst, there was a Jessica Jones reference. Not sorry. -Izzy

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