Me: It's time. It's time for me to make a 6teen story. I've been watching the show and reading fanfics about it even before I got my account, and I've been dying to make a small story about Jude and my OC. A little long, a little short. Who cares? =P

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If any of you authors think I'm copying off of you, shoot me where I stand, burn me to a crisp and shove my smoldering ashes down the nearest hobo's throat. XD

"Oh please, Jonesy! There is absolutely no way that your Italian Greyhound is bigger than my Great Dane! It's not possible!" I argued with the Hispanic teenager, throwing my hands up in frustration.

"Yea right, Ally. Get real. If your so called "bigger" Dane is larger than my Greyhound, then why did ten people say mine was bigger than yours?" he sneered, leaning back in his chair at the table. I sighed and pushed him, sending him greeting the floor with a groan. "Um...ok, uh, ouch."

"Serves you right, Jonesy. If you wanna think that puny little excuse for a dog, who's barely bigger than my stomach, is towering over mine, then by all means, fall to the great death." (If you enjoy Italian Greyhounds, or Great Danes, do not be offended by the bickering of Jonesy and Althea.)

Caitlin and Wyatt sighed as Jonesy and I turned away from each other, angry with the world. Nikki would be there any minute, and I thought Jude would finish his ice rink duties soon. Jen was probably getting a tongue-lashing (or sitting in the penalty box, whatever) from Coach, but we can never be sure with that girl.

"You guys fight over the most idiotic stuff," Wyatt sighed and took a sip of his coffee from 'Grind-Me'. Caitlin agreed with him.

"Seriously, and Jonesy, you should be trying to find another job. Hasn't it been like a week since your last job?" Cait asked, whipping up a squishy for a tired-looking mother and her crying newborn.

"Speaking of fighting," Jonesy said, bringing up a subject out of random, "I actually found a job at 'Fight-It-Off'. I'm the new referee for the pewee fights, and I can't get paid much higher."

Nikki snorted as she pulled up a chair. "You can't even beat Caitlin in a fight, let alone stop little kids from fighting."

Finally, someone with some common sense at this table! "That'll be five bucks, Jonesy. Cough it up."

Jonesy sighed from the results of our little bet last night and fished out his forlorn-looking wallet. We made a bet that if Jonesy got a new gig by tomorrow, Nikki would say something about it. (Of course) I won.

He guitily threw me a fresh Lincoln, and it smiled up at me. As I predicted, Jude skated up next and plopped down in a seat next to me.

"How's it going, Geroldimo?" I asked, stuffing the bill in my hoodie pocket. He looked depressed, like he had lost his board or something.

"Not too good, bra. Starr's hangin' out with those Goths again, and it's totally harshing my mellow," he sighed wearily, and slumped down further into his chair. Jeez, if he went any further, he'd probably need to wear a back brace for life. I straightened him up and he banged his head on the table loudly, attracting Ron Rent-A-Cop.

"No vandilising mall property, maggots!" he growled and started writing Jude a ticket. I sighed and snatched it out of his hands, ripping it to shreds.

"Don't be a tree killer, Ron. We only have so many to go around, don't waste them writing tickets," I sneered at him and handed the scraps to him, patting his hand and turning away. He stared at me for a moment, and stalked away, muttering something about "revenge" and "ungrateful maggots". Nonsense as usual.

I patted Jude's back again. "No need to get stressed, bro. It's probably only a temporary thing. Probably just tying up loose ends or somethin'. No biggie."

Cait decided to put her two-cents in. "Jude, there's really nothing to get worried over. Starr probably is just hanging out with them because she misses you, or she wants to find someone else."

Well, that advice helped a bunch, and Jude groaned into the table. I whipped my head at Caitlin.

"Thanks a bunch, Caitlin. Now we have nothing to worry about because of you," I said sarcastically, sounding a lot like Nikki. Cait, however, didn't pick up on it.

"It was no problem, Ally. I'd love to do it again sometime."

All I could do was sigh heavily.

As I predicted again, Jen walked up to the table and sat down in her seat, a look of joy on her face. It was unusual for Jen to be this happy after work. I wonder...

"Why the happy face, Jen? Did Coach fire you?" Jonesy smirked and Nikki and I both socked his arm, smiling at each other.

"Great minds think alike," she smirked while settling back into her chair.

"Exactly," I agreed.

"No, Jonesy, Coach did not fire me. I met this new cute guy who works with us..." I really stopped paying any attention after she said the two dreadful words; cute guy.

I turned back to comfort Jude.

"Jude, no worries, I'm sure Starr is just hanging out with them for the day or so, and she swore to you that she wouldn't go Gothic again," I said soothingly, rubbing his back. He seemed so...un-Jude-like, I almost wondered if rabbid-purple hamsters that ate people's lungs and controlled them had taken over Jude. But just to make sure, I waved his board in front of his face, and his seemingly lifeless eyes followed every movement of the board, every swing.

"Man...Jude is like totally out of it," I told the others and they nodded, finished with Jen's story. My watch beeped suddenly, scaring the skin off of everyone but Jude, and I got up sadly.

"Gotta go to Albatross and Fitch. Call me if something else happens, K?" I asked and everyone nodded, either waving or calling "bye." Jude looked at me desperately, for some reason now begging me to stay. Well, I sure wanted to, but, as manager of a store, I need to keep my record clean.

I blew him a fake kiss, and he giggled like a child. At least he still had laughter left in his small, patched-up heart that was steadily deteriorating. I walked away and headed to my job, on the look out for the Rent-A-Cop. He was nowhere to be seen, but that guaranteed nothing.

When I got to the store, my coworker Kelli looked up from her magazine and smiled at me. "How's it going, Multi?"

I sighed. "Why does everyone call me that? It's not like I'm bipolar or somethin'."

She laughed, her strawberry-blonde hair shaking with her head. Unlike most of the strawberry-blondes I had seen, hers was real. "Well, you have many moods. So it fits."

"Wever."

I went to the back room and stashed my stuff, getting out my wireless headphones and putting them on. It had cost me a huge chunk of my paycheck, but these babies were so cool. I turned them to a random song and smiled. I was temporarily satisfied, and nothing really mattered.

While I folded clothes and hummed to the music, I couldn't help but think about Jude and Starr. When I had first met everyone, they had seemed like the perfect couple, like they would never separate. She was still Gothic, but when I learned that Jude (or as he wanted to be called, Judas) was desperately trying to fit in with her group just to be her girlfriend, I couldn't help but let out a Caitlin-styled "Aww."

But it didn't work out so well, and Starr ended up dumping Jude, claiming that she needed to "spread her wings" and "find new people". Which basically, in girl code, it meant she was tired of Jude. But, she had dumped her Gothic ways, similar to her breaking-up-with Jude, and swore not to go back.

I didn't see eye-to-eye with her a lot, especially on the subject about Jude. From what I had heard from everyone else, they had been through a lot, ice and fire, and she just decided she wanted to throw him away, like he was some doll. Like he didn't have feelings. Like he wasn't human.

It really ticked me off, but I held myself back from socking her once so Jude wouldn't get even more depressed. Awweh, some friend I am.

Absentmindedly, I was folding the clothes and stacking them so that they were towering over me in an unstable pile.

"Multi!" Nathan, my other dude at the store, called worriedly and I turned my head, bumping into the pile.

"Hey, what the--"

Before I knew it, the giant pile of clothes crashed down on me, and I groaned and spit out a pink cashmere sweater. "Ugh, me and my stupid brain."

"Wow, Ally," Kelli and Nathan sniggered at the same time, shaking their heads.

"A little help--" I started and another pile of clothes fell on me, blocking the light. "--here."

So Karma is finally getting back at me for the 3rd Grade, huh? I thought and chuckled inwardly. About time.


After I got off of my painful shift, I went to 'McFlipsters' to see if I could find Wyatt still working. It was only three, so maybe his shift wasn't over.

Turns out I was right, and one of my best friends was chilling behind the register, humming a song to himself and writing something on a piece of paper.

"'Sup, Wyatt? Writing another song?" I asked, leaning against the counter. He looked up and grinned at me.

"Yeah. For Serena," he said and folded the paper in half, shoving it in his pocket.

I was really proud of Wyatt for getting back together with Serena, even after all she did to him, making him the bigger person in this situation. They had been going steady and strong now for a couple of months, and I had enough pride bottled inside me to send me to Pluto, maybe farther.

"Sweet, dude. When does your shift end?" I questioned, shifting my weight to my other foot.

He looked at his watch. "Riiiiiight...now!"

Wyatt jumped over to counter and crashed into me, making me giggle.

"Wow, Wyatt, you hold a grudge for awhile, huh?" He chuckled and helped me up, and we walked out of the store. We chatted amiably along the way, aiming cracks occasionally at each other. This was the way it was supposed to be, talking with friends.

When we got to the lemon, everyone was there. Jude still looked down in the dumps, but everyone was giggling at something on Jen's laptop.

Wyatt and I sat down in our usual spots, scooting up to the computer screen. The old Numa Numa video on YouTube was playing, but this time a fat lady was doing it instead of the guy. Believe it or not, this video was waaaay funnier, and it had everyone busting up.

After the video was over, I relaxed back in my seat and patted Jude's back. "How ya holdin' up, Geroldimo?"

He didn't respond, and I waved my hand in front of his face. "Heeeello? Earth to Jude?" I turned to the others. "He's really bummed, eh?"

They all nodded sadly.

"He hasn't said a word all day," Jonesy sighed. I shook my head.

"Jeez, Starr really did it this time." Then I leaned in closer to them, covering Jude's ears. He didn't notice. "I don't know why she keeps going with those Goths, when she knows it bums Jude."

Everyone then started looking nervous, as if they knew something. I looked at them all, confused. "Um...Althea? We think we know why Starr keeps hanging out with those Goths."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Well? Spill the beans then."

A long, heavy silence fell upon us and I tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for the news. Finally, I sighed wearily.

"Guys. Do you want me to uncover Jude's ears? Because, believe me, I will." I loosened my hands a bit to show my reasoning, and Jen blurted out,

"She's dating one of them!" She instantly slammed her mouth over her big mouth, and this time, I sighed.

"That is harsh," Jonesy said, shaking his head.

"More like cold-blooded murder, if ya ask me," I added and shook my head along with him. "Wait till Jude finds out."

They all looked at me with a look on their faces that said, "What the (bleep)?!"

"You can't tell him! He'll go ballistic!" Cait said quietly, a look of horror now spreading across her face.

"Yeah! We might not-more likely Starr won't- see the end of the day!" Wyatt said, slamming his coffee cup down on the table. I held up my hands in defense.

"Hey, hey, no need to get evil on me." Then I paused. "But he'll find out one way, sooner or later. And what will he do when he finds out that we, his best buds, didn't tell him first?"

Everyone got quiet and I uncovered the blonde skater's ears. Again, he showed no emotion.

But he did ask, "What were you guys screamin' about?"

I looked at the table, inwardly cursing Karma. It finally caught up with me from the fourth grade, huh? "Uh, nothing Jude."

He shrugged and sighed again, standing up. "Gotta Stick It. Later." And with that, he was off.

Nikki looked around the table at us. "We really are gonna have to tell him, sometime."

But none of us wanted to do it soon.

Lolz, don't worry. I'm not gonna take forever with posting the next chappie, because they're already prewritten in my DM (Document Manager).

Don't fret, my fellow fairies.

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