I like mini oneshot thingies so here ya go. Expect more.

I've been on vacation for a while. I'm sorry… I wrote a bit, don't worry. I've got wrap-ups and new chaps and maybe.. just maybe… new stories to plan out… O.o

Fights.

.:.:Amanda:.:. (This one's got to do with the first Jess mini-fic)

"FINE!" I screeched. "If you want to ruin your whole freaking life because of one kid, go right ahead!"

"YOU ALWAYS BLAME HIM!" She screamed back. "WHAT IF I LIKE THE PARTIES? HUH?"

"You never did before, Jess. You know it's him."

"Shut up! You just don't like him!"

"Don't like him? You're damn right I don't like him! And I don't like you going to these parties! Jess- You're drunk! You're… You're a drunk, underage, fugitive! Do you realize how dangerous that is?"

"No, Amanda, I don't. Explain." The sarcasm dripped off that sentence and slapped me in the face.

"You do! So why the hell are you doing it?"

"Becau-"

"We got here from Maine! We made some long, impossible trek here when we were eleven, Jess! I got a job and now, with that one job, I'm supporting both of us! Both! And we're alive and well and together! You want to just throw it away!?"

"If I'm so much of a burden, maybe we shouldn't live together, then!" She screamed at me. "Maybe I should just leave! You'd like that, right? Then your one paycheck would only have to support one person! That's be great for you, right? Yeah, I'll leave."

"I didn't say that!"

By now there were tears streaking my face. My voice was raw from screaming. I could almost taste blood. I could handle myself in a fight; against anyone at all but Jess.

Her face twisted a bit. A desperate attempt not to cry. To keep a menacing face. To show the enemy she wasn't afraid. I've seen that face before. But it was never at me. I was never the enemy.

She clenched her fists and brushed past me. I heard a door slam! down the hall. I sighed, putting my back against the wall and sliding down. And I turned and punched the wall as hard as I could. And my hand went through the wall.

"Ah!" I yelped, cradling my hand to my stomach. A stream of curses left my mouth before I curled on my side, crying into the floor.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee, a pillow under my head, and wrapped in a blanket. My hand was bandaged and a warm mug rested in front of me.

I smiled, walking into the kitchen.

"Jess?" I was losing my voice.

Looking around the kitchen, I found a note on the table.

I'm so sorry. You'll be better off this way. If I get caught, I don't want you caught too.

I heard glass shattering far away, and my feet were wet. I realized I had dropped the mug and it broke on the floor. I don't care.

"Jess." I whispered. My voice was a hoarse croak. It seemed someone had squeezed the air out of my lungs. My veins were ice-cold. My heart wasn't beating.

"Jess."

I stumbled out of the room, vaguely realizing I had stepped on some glass, and ran in to Jess' room. Her ipod, a few books, and wallet were gone.

And then I heard the door click.

I ran, full-speed into the living room, and there she stood.

"M…Manda?"

I bit my lip.

"Yeah, Jessie?"

"I can't do it."

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Okay, I'll be posting more mini-shots bc I just love it. Couldn't post more than one this time. Just wanted to get something out there cuz I haven't in like a month… Sorry

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