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J.L.: The only way I can get through my tedious repetative day at work is is listen to my music and zone out. This was one of those things that just came up. I'm not expecting many reviews, seeing as how cliche this is around on Fanfiction but I just thought about the different characters "classifications" and badda-bing, idea. Here goes.
Last day of Summer: Jill.
I double check my gear for School. This was my senior year and I was determined to make the most of it. Hell, I'll make this the best year this school's ever seen. Seventeen, Charming, Beautiful by natural means, and a girl who gets what she wants just because she's modest. That's what everyone sees me as and it's no question as to why I get along with nearly everyone. I smiled as I tied my chin length straight brunette hair back into a small low pony tail while soft knocks came unto my bedroom door. I glanced out the second story room's window to the one story house next door and saw Chris sleeping sprawled out on his bed.
"How's my Jilly?" Dick, my father asked as he quietly came into my room. I turned around and smiled.
"I've got everything organized, new clothes for this year, gas tank's filled, and I'm already filling out applications to colleges. I think I'm ready Dad." I said. He smiled, slight wrinkles appearing on his youthful middle-aged face.
"That's good. Now, we just have to cover a few subjects kiddo." He started, walking over to my bed where all my gear was spread out. His gaze fell down to the pairs of jeans and tight tee shirts lying there.
"I know, I know...No boys over except Chris past nine, curfew is at eleven. A drop in grades means even Claire and Chris aren't permitted over past six and the curfew is six. A detention will result in the same punishment for a week, unless I can contest that it was unfair and unjust. No more egging houses, and no more t-ping trees. I'm a grown woman now and I should act such. Did I miss anything? It's the same as last year and the year before that." I said, chuckling slightly. Dick looked up and me and ruffled my hair.
"Yeah, you did. Curfew is two in the morning. That was my curfew when I was a senior and I sure as hell didn't have the good grades as you did. Shooting for class president this year kiddo?" He asked. I shook my head.
"No, Rebecca's got that position already. The little overachiever." I smirked, proud of my best friend. Dick chuckled as he looked through my window down to Chris's window.
"Might wanna take a hint from Jockstrap over there and hit the sack, you've got a long and boring day of orientation ahead of you." He said smiling. I busted out laughing. Jockstrap and Skunk, Dad's pet names for Chris and Claire. They've basically been part of our family since their parent's died and their Uncle moved in to take care of them. Their Uncle...didn't Chris tell me last night he was in Washington conducting business?
"Come on now...You practically raised them, and you still aren't calling them your son and daughter?" I asked. My father's face straightened up as he looked over at me. And here's the talk all over again.
"Speaking in which...You and Chris still have your rules in effect or should I worry about you getting knocked up?" He asked. I scrunched my face up in odd disgust.
"Isn't that incest?" I asked and Dad smiled.
"You still think he's your big brother right?" He asked.
"Of course, now Claire...mmm mmm...she'd be a sweet piece of-" I started and fell back into my bed laughing. Dick shook his head laughing.
"All right...but one report of you two breaking the rules you set up yourselves and I'll revoke Christopher's big brother priviliges." My father warned, smield and left my room. I sat up and caught my breath, looking over to sleeping Jockstrap. Rule number one, No Kissing. Rule number Two, no dates. Rule number three, We're family and therefore act as such as not to be incest in any way.
"Best friends for life baby." I said, running my finger down the window, wondering just how long I could keep my friendship with Chris importance being more than my slight crush on him. It was easy when your were sophomores. You two really hadn't developed those bothersome hormones quite yet so hanging out together and playing football was easy. It's hard to play football with your best friend though, when's he's a hot slightly sweaty hunk of pure grade A beef. Alright then Jilly, clear your bed and hop in, tomorrow's gonna blow.
First Day of School: Jill.
Pulling into the school's parking lot, I noticed several people standing in front of the entrace. Removing the keys from my Toyota Hybrid, I ran up to the familiar group. Rebecca, Chris, Claire and Carlos were standing there waiting for me. Rebecca and Claire of course gave me hugs, Chris slapped me a high five and Carlos just sent the I'm-hip nod.
"Jilly!" Brad said, running out of breath as he ran up, I grabbed him up in a headlock and smirked at the school's biggest chickenshit.
"Bradley!" I said and released him, ruffling up his hair. Is the gang all here? Let's see...Rebecca the "Nerd", Chris the "Jock", Claire the "Rebel", Carlos the "Wannabe", and Brad the "Wimp". Yep, the in-crowd's all here. In with me that is. Joseph ran up and tripped while Forest strolled right up to me.
"Date friday at 8 Jill, you dig?" Forest said, running his hand through the mullet he had. Joseph slapped him on the back laughing.
"She ain't digging you man! I told you hack off the hippy hair shorter, not into a mullet!" Joseph wheezed out, falling on the ground from laughing so hard. The rest of the group chuckled out.
"Come on now Forest, I told you no how many times last year? It's not the hair-" I said and looked at Joseph, then continued. "I just don't want to get involved with anyone right now. My grades are very important." I reasoned. Forest smiled and turned to Claire who stiffly held up her hand in his face.
"Nu-uhn bud, don't start." She said. He smiled over at Rebecca.
"What?" She asked innocently. I thought something looked different, she's not wearing her braces anymore.
"May I escort you to Biology? You've got Marcus right?" He asked. She nodded.
"Catch you guys at lunch." Rebecca smiled and waved as Forest held out his arm for her. She took it and playfully punched Forest in the shoulder. They're like Chris and myself. They grew up living next to each other. Forest wouldn't be anything but a gentleman to Rebecca.
"I gotta go, History with Mr. Sullivan." Brad spoke and ran off. Carlos and Claire walked away. Carlos is a sophomore who we inducted in when he was a freshman because no one else wanted him. Claire's a junior, and the rest of our group are seniors now...man, I can't imagine what's it's going to be like when Claire takes charge of our group next year. Hopefully we'll get some good people in this year. The school bell rang.
"Shit! If I'm late to any classes this year, Iron's will have my balls!" Joseph spouted and took off running down the expansive school halls. Chris grabbed me up and put me on his shoulder with his hand on my thigh.
"Come on, Burton's bound to make us run laps." He said and carried me to class despite me trying to wriggle out of his grasp. I finally gave up just as we arrived and was set down.
"Ah! Redfield, Valentine! Just in time to show these freshman what it's like to run ten laps for tardiness!" Barry Burton chimed out smirking.
"Mr. Burton sir, they are not tardy yet." Quipped one freshman, with slightly shaggy black hair. The bell rang again for tardiness. Chris and I looked at our feet, still not quite through the gym door. We both groaned.
"Alright Mr. Sera, you can run their laps with them then." Burton chuckled out and turned back to instruct the rest of the group. Chris and I waited for the freshman to walk up next to us.
"Thanks, but try and keep quiet next time, Burton likes examples. I'm Chris, and this is Jill." Chris offered. The kid smiled.
"I'm Luis Sera. Part of the Foreign Exchange Student service." He said.
"Nice to meet you Sera, now, let's get running or it'll be twenty laps." I said and we all started jogging.
Lunchtime: Jill.
Everyone gathered at our table as Joseph and Chris tried to prove who could shove the most fries in their mouth. I sat back and shook my head in slight amuzement as I glanced around to see who all was around. Let's see, Wesker the "Popular Boy", Ada the "Goth", Leon the "Emo", Alfred the "Flamboyant" and his sister Alexia "The Bitch", Richard the "Nice guy"...several new people...hm...ah, that Luis kid too. Wesker walked up and kneeled beside me.
"You and me for Homecoming King and Queen." He whispered. I smirked.
"Fat chance. You may be popular, but I'll drop out of the race and let Alexia take it. You know that's what she'll be bitching about for the next few weeks." I responded.
"How about this then. I won't tell Chris about Claire's new eye candy, and you stay on the ballot." He suggested. I bit my lip.
"We'll see." I said and Wesker walked off satisfied. I glanced around and saw Claire, but her vision wasn't on her brother. It was on a boy in a black leather jacket and camo pants. He must have moved here this year. I stood up and walked over to Claire, grabbing her arm and leading her to the bathroom.
"Hey! I was wat-" She started.
"That new kid in camo pants. Yeah, I caught you. You know Chris will flip." I said, Claire shifted the the side, leaning against the wall.
"Blah Blah Blah, no Claire, you can't date Carlos, you can't date Leon, you can't date Billy, you can't date Wesker, you can't even date Jill because you aren't gay or bi so don't give me that sarcasm and don't even look at Alfred because we're not sure yet but he'll probably come out of the closet soon and I want you to leave him alone and not swamp him like some yaoitard..." Claire repeated. I chuckled slightly.
"Look, keep it on the down low. I'll cover for you as much as I can, but no promises." I said. She smirked.
"You're still alright Jill. You coming to Cafe Mirage tonight?" She asked. Cafe Mirage, Claire's pet project turned business that her uncle bought for her over the summer. Just a place for everyone to hang out and enjoy local bands to non-alchoholic drinks. Claire works everyday from 3-8 at it as a manager. Chris often goes to act as bouncer.
"Yeah, of course. Think I'm going to bring a kid I met today that tried sticking up for me and Chris when we were late to gym glass. He's a FES, so what better place for him to learn about our culture than Mirage?" I asked.
"Go ahead, more customers, more money." Claire said and laughed. She's actually a down to earth and determined girl, but she acts like a money grubbing whore to mock her uncle. I jerked my head towards the door, she nodded and left.
"Alright Jill, go out there and knock 'em dead." I said to my reflection in the mirror. Going to take a miracle. Chris is dense to other girls but to Claire's suitors, he's like a shark shiffing out a drop of blood in the sea.
J.L.: Anyways, all the well known Characters will show up in here from time to time. I actually like how this is, although I'm not too sure if I'm hitting Jill's character right. Her Bio of course states: Also a member of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team, Jill is highly intelligent. With her excellent reasoning sense and on-target desicion-making skills, sha has saved S.T.A.R.S. from danger many times. Although She's highly competitive and likes to be the life of the party, these traits won't be of much use in the mansion. (Never mind the fact it pretty much goes against everything we've seen her pull off int the games...lol. Anyways...you really don't get to see much of her lighter side in the games.) I'm rambling. Next chapter.