Janelle, Shae, and Angel were in the library during Study Hall, even though studying was the last thing on their minds. They were all huddled around a computer, looking at different prom dresses.

"I don't want to wear a long dress," Janelle commented, "Too hard to dance in."

Shae clicked to the next page of dresses, "Speaking of prom, who are you going with?"

"There's this guy in one of my classes," Janelle said, a smile appearing on her face, "His name is Blake…"

Angel smirked, "Blake, huh? Sounds cute."

"He is!" Janelle exclaimed. The librarian shushed them and the girls quietly giggled. They looked at the screen and simultaneously gasped. There, in a row, one next to the other, were three dresses.

Shae looked at them in awe, "Oh…"

"My…"

"God!" Angel exclaimed, ignoring the librarian's earlier comment, "They're beautiful!"

Janelle added, "They're stunning!"

"They're perfect." Shae breathed out.


Elliot was reviewing a case file when his phone beeped, alerting him that he had a text message. He groaned, "Oh, no."

"What?" Olivia asked, concerned. He showed her his phone.

"Shae wants to know if Andrew can come over so they can study."

Olivia rolled her eyes, "You are going to text her back a 'yes' because you and I trust her to be alone with a boy."

Elliot reluctantly did as his wife said, "You know what, I think I'll take a late lunch today…"

Olivia narrowed her eyes at him, "You really are impossible, you know that right?"

Elliot shrugged and got back to his case file.


Jonah found Casey in their room, playing with Jacob. She was holding him upside down, their foreheads touching. They were both giggling.

"Hi," Jonah laid down next to his wife.

"Hi," Casey replied, setting Jacob down between them.

"So how would you feel about inviting Nicole to dinner?" Jonah asked carefully.

Casey frowned, "Well…it's just…you see…"

Jonah softly smiled, "You can say you don't like her."

"I don't like her!" Casey exclaimed and felt much better. She sighed, "Whenever I look at her I just keep seeing Angel and what Nicole did to her."

Jonah reached over Jacob to take Casey's hand, "So do I, but I can see where she's coming from. I just want her and Angel to get on civil terms."

Casey puffed air out of her cheeks, "Fine, we'll have dinner. Not here, though. And I don't think the boys should come with us."

Jonah sat up and leaned over to kiss her forehead, "You read my mind," he turned his attention to Jacob who was looking up at his father with curious eyes.

"What're you looking at?"

Jacob giggled, "Funny Daddy!"


Shae walked into her house quietly with Andrew. She had told her parents that he was coming over and prayed that they hadn't decided to swing by. They were halfway up the stairs when they heard Elliot's voice.

"Hi," he said. Shae winced, noticing he was purposely holding his jacket back to show off his holstered gun.

She groaned before turning around, "Hi Dad. Dad, this is Andrew, Andrew this is my father."

Andrew walked down and stuck his hand out, "Hello, Mr. Stabler."

Elliot gripped his hand tightly, "Actually it's Detective."

Andrew stared at his hand which was still in the detective's iron grip, "Ah…I see."

Elliot stepped closer to him, "Lucky for you, I have to go back to work. You two are going to be the only one's in the house, but that doesn't mean I'm giving you permission to do anything. I have eyes, Andrew. Everywhere, including this house."

Andrew's eyes widened, "Wait, you bugged the place?"

"I'm not at liberty to say," Elliot mumbled before patting the teenage boy a little harder than necessary, "Well I should be heading out now. Nice meeting you."

After giving Shae a wave and a smile and Andrew a death glare, Elliot was gone.

Andrew let out a breath, "I think I just shit a brick."

Shae wrinkled her nose, "Ew?" she laughed before gesturing for him to follow her upstairs.


Fin walked into his apartment to see Janelle strewn about the couch, typing on her phone rapidly. He rolled his eyes, teenagers.

"Who are you textin'?" he asked.

Janelle shrugged, "Nobody," her phone beeped and she glanced at it before giggling and shooting back a reply.

"It don't sound like nobody," Fin commented.

Janelle groaned, "It's just some guy…"

Fin's radar went off, "Just some guy? As in a boy?"

"Yes a boy," Janelle said, exasperated, "I'm seventeen."

Fin crossed his arms, "Exactly. What's his name? He do good in school? He got a rap sheet―"

"Relax!" Janelle interrupted him, "I can take care of myself."

Fin went off to his room grumbling about this boy when he realized how much he was acting like a parent. It felt weird, but good. He shook his head, smiling to himself.


Angel and Jeremy were on the playground once again, this time lying down on a blanket. They were looking up at the clouds as they gradually moved across the sky.

"Tell me a secret," Angel requested.

Jeremy paused before answering, "I learned how to write the letter 'Z' by watching Zorro."

Angel snorted, "That's so lame," she took a deep breath, "My mom was a drug addict, abused me, and told me my father was dead when he really wasn't."

Jeremy turned his head to look at her, "Wow."

"She just appeared out of nowhere this week and now I have to go to dinner with her," she puffed out.

"You were the first girl I've ever kissed," Jeremy blurted out.

Angel raised an eyebrow, "Really?" she smiled; "Now I feel special." She moved so that she could rest her head on his chest.

Jeremy began to play with her blonde curls, wrapping them around his fingers.

"I'm sure dinner is gonna go great," he assured her.

Angel simply closed her eyes, "Mmhm…"


Shae and Andrew were on the former's bed, studying their Global books. Shae leaned back against her pillows.

"Studying is so boring," she grumbled.

Andrew laughed and got up from his position at the foot of her bed, "You're just figuring this out now?" He sat down next to her and kissed her on the mouth.

Shae smiled and kissed him back, when suddenly her mind was thrown back.

Shae was eight years old and in her bed. She had worked very hard that particular day and was very tired.

"Oh, Shae…" she heard Paul's teasing voice. She whimpered as he walked into her room. He walked slowly towards her bed.

"Have you been a good girl today?" he asked, before pulling off his pants and reaching towards her…

"NO!" Shae wrestled to get Andrew away from her, falling off the bed in the process. She quickly scurried to the other side of the room, panting heavily.

"Shae…" Andrew said softly, slowly walking towards her, "Are you okay?"

She didn't answer him, just sunk to the floor and wrapped her arms around herself. Andrew knelt down next to her, putting a hand on her chin and making her look at him.

"Shae, what's going on?" he asked, confused and worried, "Was it something I did?"

Shae shook her head and took a shaky breath, "No, it's me. I'm sorry."

Andrew put an arm around her, pulling her close, "Don't be sorry," he murmured, rubbing her shoulder.

Shae leaned into him and remained silent.


Does anyone know what a kip up is? It's a martial arts move that people use when they fall on the floor. You roll backwards and flip up. Guess who taught herself to do it with the help of Youtube? ME! Nevermind I'm pretty sure I gave myself a concussion and threw my back out, but I did it and I'm proud!

Gotta skitter, I have a date with my rubber ducky and I don't want to keep him waiting ;)

-serenityrayne417

P.S.-A shower, I'm going to go take a shower. I'm not desperate enough to date bathtub toys.