A/N: Back! One more lovely chapter before bedtime. Omg- I am sooooo tired right now. Oh well. Read and enjoy.
Chapter 7: Up on the Housetop
After Jenna left the cubicle, she decided to go up and sit on the roof. This was one of Jenna's favorite things to do. She loved having quiet time to herself. Besides, maybe she could sort out that voice in her head.
She passed where Ditto, Cosmo, and Mona were arguing over the computer setup. Mona looked up. Jenna pointed to the roof's stairway, and Mona nodded. Jenna pushed open the door that led up to the roof and climbed the ladder. Sitting against the taller part of the building that was attached, she sat so her back rested against the taller building section. Then she let her thoughts take over her mind. The annoying voice returned.
Told you so, it said. Knew you liked him.
Whatever, Jenna replied. It would be pointless for me to like him, because there's no chance that he will ever return those feelings. Why would he? He hardly even knows me.
But if he did have feelings for you, the voice persisted, then what would you do?
Jenna was just thinking all of this over in her head when she heard footsteps on the ladder. She looked to see who it was. It was, ironically, Stefan. He walked across the rooftop silently and sat down beside her.
"You okay?" he asked, and Jenna could hear genuine concern in his voice. "I've only known you for a day and yet I can already tell when you're distracted."
"I'm fine," she said softly, turning to look at him. Looking into his blue-black eyes, she saw something in his expression, but couldn't really tell what it was. "Alright," she said. "I'm not exactly fine."
Stefan was silent for a moment. Then, "What's wrong?" was his quiet question.
"Just thinking about……my parent's death," Jenna whispered, burying her head in her hands.
Stefan said nothing, but he put his arm around her shoulders. "You don't have to talk about it to me," he said. "You don't have to talk about it to anyone if you want."
Jenna shook her head. "I think you ought to know," she said. "I've never told anyone about this before, though." She turned to face him, silent tears streaming down her face.
"You see," she began, speaking hesitantly, "I am of mixed descent. My mother was Mexican, my father Russian. They met during an international gathering--they worked for the government. So one day, I was at my college. You see, I wanted to be in the Country's Air Force. I love planes and I loved flying. I was the top in my class. A near legend."
She paused, slapping the ground angrily. "Then one day it all went horribly wrong." She was speaking fluently and smoothly now. "We were doing a pretend takeoff on one of the runways that the cadets used to learn how to fly the planes. Our radar picked up an unidentified plane in our airspace. When we further investigated, we saw that it was a plane about to crash, we radioed into the nearest main airport, but it was too late. The plane crashed into the lake near the college."
Jenna sniffed and she and Stefan stood up. Looking out at the horizon, she continued. "Later I found out that it was the plane that was carrying my parents. However, the worst thing was that I had had a fight with my parents that morning. It was awful, knowing that the last thing my parents ever heard me say to them was that I was mad at them." She paused again, looking Stefan in the eyes. "Do you think they forgave me before they died?"
Stefan wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug. "Of course they did, Jenna," he said. "I'm sure of it."
A/N: Really tired right now, but pleased! My story is picking up the pace and will be a lot more exciting now that the boring parts are over! Anyways, tell me if you think I wrote Jenna's past correctly in a review, and I'll reply! Thanks everyone!