AN: Hey, hi, yo, everbody-o! Thank you all for reading "Welcome to the New Home" up till this very high point and a speacial thanks goes out to my great, tuff, golden friends who are reviewing! Thank you all! I adore each and every one of you! Now, enjoy part 1 of Jazz's story! :D

Chapter 35

It was a couple weeks back...a month back, actually. Snow was drizzling only a bit outside, and inside this beautiful two-story brick house held a small family. Jazz and his folks, actually.

Jazz's full name was actually Jazz Liv Roberts, and his parents were named Marnie Rose Roberts, and Jonas Trever Roberts, and the three of them were such a happy, loving family that lived joyfully, lovingly, and peacefully in their two-story brick house...until one day, however, everything changed.

Jazz's mother, a.k.a Marnie was busy fixing up supper while Jazz's father, Jonas, was sitting down in their beautiful living room, on their white couch, working on a cross-word. Jazz was upstairs in his bedroom at the moment, playing this guitar that his father had given to him as a birthday presant on his twelth birthday. Jazz was so good at plain' that you could hear the strings getting strung amazingly from the upstairs floor, and that just made Marnie and Jonas smile their loving, heart-warming grins.

Man, was it cold outside, but that didn't stop Jazz from wanting to go on his trip to the frozen lake with his dad so the two of them could go ice-fishing, like they do every year for some father/son bonding, while Marnie stayed behind and worked on whatever she needed to work on for her job, which was her just being a stay-at-home mother and wife. Jazz's father was the one who worked outside of the house, being a top doctor at the hospital who was needed from kids just getting colds, to women who are giving birth.

Jazz's home life was absoluetly amazing and extremely loving with him being the only child to Marnie and Jonas Roberts...but on one day, like stated before...all three of their lives were changed forever...

"Four letter word for a strong emotion, dear," Jonas told his wife as he scratched the back of his head when trying to think what four letter word it was to write down in the cross-word he was working on.

Marnie smiled and chuckled her beautiful, small laughs as she filled her long, brunette hair over her shoulder and battered her china-blue eyes, while she stirred the spahgetti sauce that she was making for dinner with a wooden spoon. "Love, Jonas."

Jazz certainly looked just like his mother, having her brunette-colored hair and shimmering china-blue, but he had his fathers white skin. Marnie had light, light tan skin. Jazz's smile was all his own, but yet it was combinded with Marnie's sweetness and love, and Jonas's adventure and spirit. The movie-star looks and the handsome smile that he flashed off that could just made about any girl melt was all his own, though.

Jonas had ash-black hair and white skin, along with twinkling darker blue eyes that were always full of laughter and care. A smile was always spread across his face, him being happy-go-lucky and a joker once in awhile, especially towards Jazz. Jonas completely understands everyone and everything, which made him even more awesome and loving, according to Jazz and Marnie, that is. Some other people around their town just thought that, that was weird, but it actually wasn't one bit.

Jonas's dark blue eyes sparked up with happiness as one of his handsome smiles flashed across his face.

"Oh, love! I should've guessed!" he laughed as he pointed the pencil he was using on the cross-word back down to the four empty boxes that he was trying to figure out and doodled in the word 'love'.

Suddenly, there were three soft, calm, and very gentle knocks from the other side of the front white door of the Robert's residents.

"Can you get that, please, honey?" Marnie asked her husband as she wiped her hands on her apron.

"I'm already ahead of ya!" Jonas laughed

Marnie grinned and playfully rolled her beautiful, china-blue eyes as she started adding some salt, pepper, and other stuff into the pot of spaghetti sauce that was resting on the stove, over a bright red, orange, and yellow flame.

Jonas had already got up on his feet from resting and kicking back on the couch with his cross-word, and not needing to wait a single moment, he grabbed a hold of the main doors doorknob (which was already unlocked, just like the Curtis's house would always be, but just remember that back then, it was actually okay to leave the doors unlocked) and he twisted it as far as it could go, right before he gently opened the door, getting ready to greet whoever it was with his handsome, bright, loving smile.

There standing at the front door was none other than Jazz's girlfriend...Tigerlily.

"Oh, hello, Lily!" Jonas greeted, joyfully, which recieved him a sweet grin from the twelve-year-old girl and a soft toned "Hi.", along with a small wave of her hand. "Dear, look who it is!" Jonas then called over to his wife from looking over his shoulder, his smile still remaining perfectly straight on his face. Marnie's was doing the same, staying perfectly beautiful and right on her face while she grinned over at her husband and Jazz's girlfriend, right before she started stirring what was for dinner in its pot again.

"How you doin', Lily?" Marnie asked, kindly

"I'm doing good," Tigerlily spoke up the best she could to break through the shyness that she felt most often around Jazz's parents. "Thank you, Mrs. Roberts."

"Is Jazz here?" Tigerlily then asked after a short, silent pause formed between her and Jonas.

"Yes, he is. Come on in and I'll go upstairs to let him know you're here, then I'll call you to come up," Jonas said as he moved out of Tigerlily's way and allowed her to enter the house, him closing the door behind her while she shyly thanked him, calling him by Mr. Roberts after it all.

Quietness formed with nothing but the sound of Jazz amazingly making music flow from his fingers as they strung the strings from his gift guitar, as Tigerlily just stood there in front of the door with her hands jammed in her violet sweaters pockets, her also wearing her solid white jeans that wasn't dirty one bit, her purple and white floral tank-top, her brown winter boots, and a darker purple, sparkly scraf. Her orange-dyed hair was still its long and silky self, neatly brushed with not a single tangle, and all curled up in tons of different, beautiful curls. Yep, Tigerlily was a complete Soc, but back that last month, Jazz and Tigerlily didn't know a single thing about Greasers and/or Socs.

Jonas had trotted up the white carpet staircase, and Marnie was still cooking supper on the stove, not speaking a single word as Tigerlily did the same, remaining where she was without moving one step away from the front door of her boyfriends house. The two of them had been dating for awhile now.

Hands still remaining jammed in her violet sweathers pockets, Tigerlily gazed around the small family room of the Roberts's house, seeing how everything was the loving same and that nothing at all had changed.

The living rooms walls were still painted a very light minty green, and the carpets were dazzling white, same with the white couch and its comfy pillows that were decorated with all kinds of different colored stitchings. Pictures of Jazz and his parents covered different parts of the wall and on some shelfs, along with their usual family photo resting in its golden frame on the shiny brown, wooden coffee table. A fire was crackling in the stone-made fireplace, filling the whole house with warmth, and some Christmas dectorations were already up, like the tree, the stockings, wreaths, and some other Christmas decortations were beautifully spread all around, filling the house up with not only even more love and warmth from the fireplace, but Christmas cheer. However...it wasn't cheerful for Tigerlily. She could only hide a frown from her face so Marnie wouldn't notice how sad she looked all the sudden...but you'll find out why that is in a few...

Meanwhile upstairs, Jazz was still rocking out on his guitar that his father had bought him for his twelveth birthday. The twelve-year-old boy had his amazingly handsome, world-famous star smile plastered on his face to top of his hot movie-star looks, as he sat there on his bed, which was covered up and neatly made with a warm, fuzzy blanket that was an army pattern, green with the camo and all. His two big pillows matched exactly with his blanket, and his floor was pure shining wood. The walls of the twelve-year-old boys room were painted a plain dark green with gold letters spelling out his name over his bed, curtisy of his dads artistic side, and across the room from his bed was his wooden working desk that had a small glass vase resting on the other free part of the desk, curtisy of Jazz's mom, who always switched the flowers that rested inside of the vase when they became dark or anything like that. The same family picture from the living rooms coffee table downstairs rested in a silver frame on Jazz's nightstand beside his bed, along with his alarm clock (which he hardly ever used), and another picture of his parents both there in the hospital the day he was born.

Suddenly, though, there was a knock at Jazz's closed bedroom white, wooden door, which instantly made the twelve-year-old boy stop playing his guitar and kept his china-blue eyes glued on the door, waiting to see and/or hear what was about to come next.

"Can I come in?"

(AN: Remember this scene now?)

Jazz's handsome, bright smile grew bigger, knowing exactly who's voice that was.

"Yeah! Come in, Dad!" Jazz replied, and he continued watching the door until the golden doorknob twisted all the way, and then the white door flew open, right before Jonas entered his sons bedroom with his loving and handsome smile still on his movie-star glam face. Well, like the saying says, mother like daughter while the father like son.

Jonas walked over to Jazz's bed and sat down next to his son, wrapping one of his arms around his shoulder to hold him close. Jonas took in a deep breath and released it as a happy sigh.

"You like the guitar I got you for your birthday, huh?" Jonas asked

"I love it, Dad!" Jazz replied "I never thought that I'd be so good at something!"

Jonas grinned and playfully rolled his eyes at what his son just said to him, right before he used his free hand to playfully tussle up Jazz's hair, making Jazz order him to stop it, but his laughter was taking his order hard to actually consider. Jonas chuckled along with Jazz for a couple of seconds, and then the two of them stopped.

"Oh, please," Jonas moaned "stop being modest, Jazz. Your mother and I both knew how much you adore music and considering that you shared with us that you're interested in becoming a rockstar when you get older," Jonas shrugged his shoulders before going on, his smile still remaining on his face when staring at his son, who couldn't help himself to grin back. "We both thought that getting you a guitar would be a great gift. I know it's not one of those high electric guitar ones, but it'll do."

Jazz admired his china-blue eyes back to the guitar that he was holding, smoothing one of his hands over the smooth wooden surface and gently giving one of the strings a pluck with one of his fingertips while his other hand held the neck of the guitar so it'd stay on his lap.

"I love the guitar the way it is. I don't care for an electric one right now anyway. Who knows, maybe one will come sooner or later, but right now, I'm only interested in what you and Mom both got for me, Dad," Jazz said "thank you so much."

Jonas's handsome smile grew bigger and brighter as he gave Jazz a family kiss on top of his head, and then another one on his cheek, which made Jazz exclaim "Dad!", right before he wiped his cheek from where his dad gave him a family kiss. Once again though, his chuckling was making it hard to believe that he was actually demanding or anything like that. Jonas continued grinning as he playfully rolled his eyes again, then took his arm away from resting around Jazz, and he stood back up on his legs from sitting on the plush and comfy bed.

"The main reason I came up here is to tell you one thing," Jonas chuckled, finding what he was about to say sort of funny, considering that his son was only twelve, even though he looked fourteen. "I know you're in the zone with enjoying and playing your guitar, but...your girlfriends here."

"Tigerlily? She's here?"

"Yep, she is. Lily's here. She's right downstairs. I'll quickly go fetch her to come on up, k?"

Jazz nodded his head and stood up from his bed, right before giving his dad one great big hug, feeling completely loved when he felt his dads arms wrap back around him, and the two held each other for about ten seconds. Jazz then asked his dad to lean over a bit, and when he did, Jazz gave him a family kiss on his lips. "I love you, Daddy...and thanks so much for everything you've done for me this far in my life..."

To be honest, right after hearing those words come out of his sons mouth, Jonas felt like he was about to cry from feeling so happy, but he didn't shed a single tear. Nevertheless, Jazz knew he did feel like crying, and Jazz just so happened to share the same connection with him at that moment with tears of love and happiness being held back.

Jonas grew his world-famous, handsome, bright smile across his face again as he patted Jazz on top of his head two times, as if he was a little puppy-dog.

"We still have the rest of your life to go, Jazz," he chuckled, and with that promise, Jonas gave his son his final kiss on top of his head, and then he left the bedroom. Jazz sat back down on his bed and picked his guitar back up. He listened to his fathers voice call out Tigerlily's name as he traveled back down the stairs and sat himself down at the kitchen table to read the newspaper, which just so happened to be the moment that Marnie told him that she had to head out to pick up some more ingredents for their dinner.

"Alright, dear, I'll watch Jazz and Lily while you're out for a couple of minutes," Jonas promised his wife, flipping to the next page of the newspaper.

Marnie stripped her apron from her body and turned the stove off, then she walked up to her husband and gave his shoulder a slight squeeze, which allowed her to recieve his smile. She grinned back and the two of them pressed their lips together for about five seconds.

"Thanks, babe," Marnie thanked as soon as she and Jonas parted from their romantic and embracing kiss. "I'll be back within ten minutes or so."

"Take your time, baby doll. Jazz and I ain't going anywhere," Jonas joked with some of his chuckles added into his speaking, flipping to the next page of the newspaper again.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Marnie giggled, giving her husband one more peck on the cheek, and with that, she quickly slipped on her waterproof boots and zipped on her winter jacket. "I love you, Jonas!"

"Love you, too, Marnie!"

After that, Marnie had snatched up her SUV's keys and she headed out the front door of the house, closing it all of the way behind her afterwards. Not long after that, she hopped into her SUV and she drove off, leaving Jazz and Jonas home all by themselves...with Tigerlily visiting.

Meanwhile back upstairs, Jazz was plucking amazingly at some of the strings of his wooden guitar with his fingertips again, right before he heard Tigerlily's soft, shy voice greet him. "Hello, Jazz."

"Hey, Tigerlily. What are you doin' here?" Jazz asked as he stopped playing his guitar and rested it on the floor, leaning against the wall by his bed like he usually places it is all the time. He then locked his hands together and rested them on his lap, his eyes staying connected to Tigerlily, waiting for her to reply to his question on why she was there at his house. Usually she would call or let Jazz know in some way that she was coming over for a visit instead of just coming out of no where, but that day was different. The reason why Tigerlily was there was for a reason that she never decided to leave home over and just take off somewhere to cool off, but she wanted to do something that day with Jazz so her mind could be taken off on what was heavily on her mind.

Tigerlily just stood there to his right, her hands still remaining stuffed in her violet sweaters pockets as she shrugged her shoulders, a small pout tugging at her lips when thinking hard about Jazz's question, even though she knew exactly how to answer it. It was just a very painful reply to talk about.

"I just needed somebody to talk to," Tigerlily stated

"What about?" Jazz concerndly asked

Once again, Tigerlily shrugged her shoulders, thinking about her response very heavily and for the exact reason on why she was visiting Jazz in the first place.

"My old man hit me again today," Tigerlily admitted, her voice sighing with her words. "This time a whole lot more harder than any other smack he gave me in the past..."

Jazz's eyes grew big as his heart dropped. He could've sworn that his skin went as white as a sheet, and not to mention the fact that his blood suddenly felt like it turned into a freezing cold river of ice in the winter of that cold day.

Jazz has actually known about his girlfriend getting abused ever since the first day that the two of them started going out on dates, or just beginning to call themselves a young couple. Jazz always knew that something was wrong when he noticed her hiding her black, blue, and purple bruises and red scratches, and not to mention vicious looking scars. Tigerlily has hid her injuries behind her make-up and behind the fabric of her clothes, and the exact day that she realized that Jazz found out the truth from witnessing her getting a beat down with her father, her mother being too high to notice or even give a crap, she made Jazz swear to never tell a single soul, not even his folks...which Jazz sooner agreed with full regret, no matter how much he truly wanted to tell somebody...he couldn't.

Jazz shuttered, or shook a bit. "With his hands or the leather belt this time?"

By the facical expression he recieved from his girlfriend after asking that question, Jazz felt like he should've shut his mouth and smacked himself over the head at that moment.

Tigerlily finally allowed herself to frown. "The belt...and just because I was ice-skating with some friends who he claimed I told about my abuse...but I truly didn't. You're the only single soul who truly knows about me getting physically, emotionally, and sexually harrassed by my father and you're the only one I want it to stay to!"

"But, Tigerlily," Jazz panicked "it's been years now! He's been noting of a father to you! All he's been doing is bitterly yelling at you, physically beating you down day after day, and he's even went way to far with you before! You deserve a way better home life!"

"Well where do you expect me to go, Jazz?! I ain't going to the orphanage or some foster hime in any time soon!"

"Tigerlily, please hear me out-"

"Jazz, I can't tell anybody and neither can you! Don't tell!"

Tigerlily placed one of her pointer fingers over her lips and shushed her boyfriend, even though he didn't even say a single word.

"You kept the secret for so long ever since the first day you witnessed me getting a very terrible beat down...you should be able to hold it up still, unless you want me to go to the moon to live,"

"Tigerlily, you lie to everyone who asks about your injuries every single day! You got to tell someone!"

Tigerlily was starting to get angry at that moment, but she wouldn't allow any of it to break out just yet.

"No I don't, Jazz! What do you know about being abused by your folks, anyway?! You have such loving parents who'd do anything in the whole universe for ya!" Tigerlily bitterly exclaimed

Jazz only bit down on his lip as he stood up from his bed, jamming his hands into his worn out jeans pockets as he tried his best to come up with something to say back to his girlfriend, but he just couldn't fix and find any great words to go together. What Tigerlily just stated wasn't a lie or a false statement...it was the solid truth...and if onlu there was a possible away to fix up some words to go around a true statement to make a point so somebody could feel better.

"Okay, Tigerlily, I get what you're gettin' at...but what you're going through isn't exactly what I say 'healthy', you getting used for a bit too much pleasure sometimes and for the other half of the time, you're getting beatin' down until you're nothing but a terrible mixture of black, blue, and purple, and not to mention the fact that your dad also curses you out," Jazz lectured

Tigerlily crossed her arms across her chest as she rolled her eyes in an annoyed manner at her boyfriend. She didn't need to say a single word back, not that she was going to even bother with anyway. Nevertheless, that didn't keep Jazz from touching her shoulder and gently squeezing it so he wouldn't hurt any marks she had hiding under her sleeves, and in less than seven seconds, the two twelve year olds wrapped each others arms around one another, holding each other in a gentle hug.

"I'm sorry, Tigerlily. I know your home life is nothin' of my buisness, so I'm sorry for getting involved. I promise I won't tell anyone about your old man,"

Tigerlily finally smiled after she took in and digested Jazz's words fully, but when she tried to kiss Jazz so she could thank him that way for him assuring her that he wouldn't rat out her abuse, Jazz quickly released her from their hug and he moved back before her lips could even touch him one bit. Being only twelve, Jazz didn't feel like kissing was such a great idea, especially when his father is right downstairs and he was in his bedroom with his girlfriend. Not only that, but Marnie would get all emotional in thinking that her baby boy was growing up way too fast, and Jonas would end up sitting Jazz down to just give him 'The Talk', even though Jazz already knows it...unfortuently, that is, according to the twelve-year-old boy.

"You okay, Jazz? Is somethin' wrong?" Tigerlily asked, confusedly

"Oh, no," Jazz said, who without any hesitation when replying, shook his head.

"Then why'd you quickly move back from me like the devil was after you?" Tigerlily questioned her boyfriend, this expression that looked sort of disgusted (in the rude way) began forming on her face.

Jazz sat back down on his bed and shrugged his shoulders, but he knew that Tigerlily wouldn't take that for an answer at all. But the twelve-year-old boy just hated pointing out the same fact to his girlfriend every time she tried to kiss him. He thought it would eventually tick her off, so he wanted to keep his mouth shut and not reply at all to her question, but he deeply knew with his entire heart and mind that she wouldn't let him slide like that.

"..You know I think we're too young to be kissing, Tigerlily..." Jazz nervously whispered, as if he was afraid somebody was listening to him and his girlfriend, even though nobody truly was. Jazz started feeling his face heat up from absolute embarrassment after responding with that same reply, but worded differently yet again, and he nervously started rolling his china-blue eyes around from the lower right corner, to the lower left corner, and then down the bottom center.

Tigerlily crossed her arms again, and when Jazz wasn't looking, she slowly shook her head two times, and then she rolled her eyes in a half annoyed/half angry. After that, she uncrossed her arms and sat down on the bed to the right side of Jazz. She tugged on his arm a bit to get his attention, and right after Jazz felt the first small pull, he turned his full, undivided attention to his girlfriend, a simply innocent expression on his face, which was now bright red from feeling so embarrassed.

"We've been dating for a long time now, Jazz," Tigerlily pointed out, and Jazz obviously knew that, but still, he had his own opinion on kissing and making out. "We never had our first kiss here!"

"Well, Tigerlily, I'm sorry, but we're only twelve. We should wait until we turn fourteen or so," Jazz told her, but he could tell by the look on Tigerlily's face after he said that, that she wasn't pleased at all. Her eyes were now big and filled with what seemed like stressful, threatening anger, and her lip-gloss covered lips were now puckered out a bit in a half upset/half annoyed way.

Jazz pouted, right before he took in and let out a deep, but soft breath, his girlfriends hard eyes still remaining on him.

"Tigerlily, I'm sorry, but that's what I want to wait for, and-" Jazz tried explaining, but Tigerlily instantly cut him off without giving him a chance to go on and finish what he wanted to say.

"Whatever, Jazz...whatever," Tigerlily mumbled as she rolled her hardened eyes for Jazz to actually see this time.

That only made Jazz's frown grow even more and filled with some more sorrow.

"Anyway, though, Jazz," Tigerlily said, changing the subject all the sudden. "I was hoping you and I could hang out for the day or something...you know, just me and you,"

However, Jazz continued frowning after hearing Tigerlily's suggestion, and his face turned even more dark red from feeling now guilty in what he was about to reply with.

"Well..." Jazz sighed, which instantly made Tigerlily's eyes turn big again with cold and angry threats looking like they were locked up inside again. "I was actually...heading out to the lake to go ice fishing with my dad..."

To Jazz's surprise, Tigerlily's face actually turned dark, dark red, and he could now see her teeth clenching through her lips that were no longer in their way, and her eyes were now narrowed and spiking off nothing but pure frusteration at him. That just made Jazz's heart leap so hard in just one big hop that it caused all of the great feelings Jazz had with memories before Tigerlily first started talking to him to instantly strike away in a single second.

Tigerlily smacked her arms down angrily at her sides as she scowled at her boyfriend, right before she hopped right up from his bed and stood in front of him.

"Oh my god, Jazz! You never hang out with me! You and I are dating here, but it's like I don't even exsist to you!" Tigerlily bitterly proclaimed

Jazz's mouth dropped open as his eyes grew big when listening and actually hearing all of these negative words that Tigerlily was just piling out from her own mouth, and she wouldn't even give him a chance to talk much. She always interrupted him, as if they were both a married couple who were going through a rough time at the moment together.

"You know none of that is true, Tiger-" Jazz tried explaining, but once again, Tigerlily cut him off as she pointed one of her pointer fingers in an angry manner towards him.

"Oh, yeah! Sure! You know it's all true, Jazz! You're always too busy with your dad to spend any time with me!"

"That ain't true! I really do care about you, Tigerlily! A whole lot, but-"

"But what?! It's always Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Your father is what you always talk about! It's either him or your mother! Sometimes even both of 'em!"

At that moment, Jazz started feeling the skin of his face beginning to heat up with anger this time, and he could've sworn his eyes were changing color from sweet china-blue to deadly blood red. Jazz instantly snapped up and shot back up on his feet after sitting on his bed for awhile and he stood there in front of Tigerlily, who didn't look scared of his at all. She was just remaining in the ticked off stage that she was in.

"Well, they are the people who brought me into this world! Without them, I wouldn't have ever been born and you and I would've never met here! Did you ever think of that?!" Jazz sassed at his girlfriend, and to his surprise, she didn't look like she was going to apologize or anything like that. His mouthing back (even though that what he just said was a golden fact) just made Tigerlily a whole lot more angry and frusterated with him.

"Jazz, I love you here! Don't you fricken love me or not?!" Tigerlily demanded, nearly spitting on her boyfriend with every word she exclaimed now.

Now Jazz was starting to get scared of her, but he wouldn't allow it to show because if he did, he knew that Tigerlily would just attempt to stomp all over him even more. Although, right after hearing her say that she loved him...Jazz didn't know what to think. He seriously knew that, that wasn't true, considering that they were only twelve-year-old kids who still had their whole lives ahead of them and they truly had no clue what true love really was. Well, that is, Tigerlily didn't, because her parents were abusive towards her and they always fought with each other when she was hiding or somewhere else, but Jazz, on the other hand, knew what love really felt like from his folks, and he's witnessed how his parents talk, hug, and kiss each other, and not because they have to do it...but they want to do it.

Tigerlily's eyes shot big as her mouth formed a small 'O' shape from feeling so shocked that Jazz was keeping quiet, not daring to answer her question.

"You hesitated! You freakin' hesitated, Jazz!" Tigerlily exclaimed, feeling like she was so close to smacking her boyfriend across the face, but she knew she couldn't because he would go downstairs and instantly tell his father, who would call her parents and they would pick her up from Jazz's house, and when they arrived back to her place...she'd be getting bitterly yelled at, spit upon, made-fun of, physically beaten, and some stuff that's just way too over the edge with her father that's not going to be mentioned!

"Tigerlily, we don't know what 'love' is yet! We're only twelve year olds!" Jazz reminded

"Alright, ya know what, Jazz? Just save it! Save all of your talk for your precious folks because I'm done with you!" Tigerlily barked

Jazz's heart dropped again as his skin drained to what felt like a white sheet color again, and his blood felt like it turned into a icy cold river. He seriously couldn't believe everything that Tigerlily was saying.

"Tigerlily, I don't mean to hurt you or anything, but-"

"I told you to save it! I ain't in the mood to hear you anymore!"

Jazz watched, struck dumb, not knowing what he could possibly say to get Tigerlily to understand that he really did care about her, even though he wouldn't allow her to kiss him, or allow himself to answer her question about loving each other. However, not a single good-sounding sentence came to Jazz's mind. So, he just kept his mouth shut as he watched Tigerlily stomp over to the door and clenched its doorknob, right before she angrily twisted it all the way around, then yanked the door back open. Jazz seriously couldn't believe all he was going through at that moment, losing his girlfriend and all, but he still didn't know what he could possibly say and/or do. Although, Jazz just came to the conclusion to just...let her go.

But before Tigerlily exited her boyfriends, who was now her ex-boyfriend, bedroom, she glared over her shoulder at him and exclaimed out the two words, "We're through!", right before she stomped out of the room, leaving Jazz all by himself, remaining completely struck dumb in his bedroom, and he tried to keep up with reminding himself what all just the heck happened.

Tigerlily continued her way down the carpeted stairs, but when she reached the bottom and was just about to continue her way to just leave the house and never come back, nor speak a single word to Jazz or his parents ever again, the twelve-year-old girl just so happened to look over and see Jonas still sitting where he was at the kitchen table, flipping through the newspaper.

The twelve-year-old girl kept her eyes glued on Jazz's father as they narrowed full or rage, and she clenched her teeth together, starting to allow some soft, but angry snarls to escape from her lips. She thought about all of the great times Jazz spoke about with her in the past about him and his father, the two of them always having fun with cheering and laughing together as they talked, told jokes, playfully wrestled, tickled each other, shared some secrets, helped each other with some of the chores around the household, and a whole lot more. Jazz and Jonas certainly did have the strongest father/son bond in what felt like the whole world in their opinions, but in Tigerlily's opinion, Jazz had everything that should've been hers from loving parents to actual Christmas joy with actually celebrating the holidays. So...Tigerlily was only thinking about one thing at that moment.

Being very quiet and gentle, Tigerlily tiptoed into the kitchen, and since Jazz's father was sitting in a chair that had his back facing the way Tigerlily was coming around, he didn't even notice that she was down there. He actually thought that she was still upstairs with Jazz...but, man...he was dead wrong.

Tigerlily continued tiptoeing her way deeper into the kitchen, until she snatched up a butcher knife from resting in the knife holder, and she smiled deviously as the light bounced off of the sharpened edges and spiked pricks, shining off the twelve-year-old girls reflection a bit, until she gazed back around at Jonas, who was still busy reading the newspaper...not even realizing that Tigerlily was sneaking up behind him with the butcher knife being clenched tightly in her right hand with the strength of stone...

AN: Dun, dun, duuuuunnn! Cliffhanger! I know! I'm evil! Mwhahaha! Well, that was part 1 of Jazz's life story! Stay tuned for the rest of his life story and please review! Thank yawl! :D