Chapter Twelve: Tea Parties And Fancy Shit

One thing I could seriously count on Jenna for is my ability to unwind after a shitty day. While her dear and loving husband is beating the shit out of a punching bag, my beloved Jenna has her special tea in the most interesting teapots.

Now... Do we share one pot between ourselves? No! Absolutely not!

Her teapot is an amazing rooster with a white oval around it. Surrounding that handsome rooster is a red top and handle. Anywhere not red, white, or rooster is a light blue with dainty flowers scattered throughout.

Truth be told, I bought it for her when I saw it. We had just become friends, and she wanted to get into 'every guy she meets' pants. I told her that would not work out for her. Since she was just looking for a cock, I gave her this so she could have her cock without the nasty side effects. It was crazy and worked.

Until we met Keith, that is. But he was worth the wait. For everyone involved.

Oh… side note, bitch has a few cock-style mugs, cause I rock like that. Keith had a heart attack when she told him she loved her coffee and tea with her cock.

He wanted to throw them away. I kicked his ass into submission. All 4'11" of me kicked his ass.

My teapot is fabulous. When I went to Florida, it horribly disappointed me I never once saw a pink flamingo. I mean come on now! You think of Florida and think beaches, palm trees, and flamingos. Right?

Well, while we were there, I complained about it. Keith laughed and somehow, I got a pink flamingo teapot and two matching cups.

As much as Jenna's cock teapot is awesome, I think mine is better.

Now... Back to our regularly scheduled program of class(less)ness.

There are some things that just should not happen. Jenna and I in dresses, with coordinating hats and pearls, is oddly enough one of them.

But I love every single minute of it.

We found some dresses online that seemed perfect for us and were less than $30 for dress-up. We wanted to feel fancy, so we bought them for occasions such as this.

The 1950s inspired dresses have capped sleeved with a v-neckline and knee-length. We both wanted to wear blue, so we compromised.

Jenna chose a light blue, polka-dotted dress with a light blue hat that has feathers poking out of it every which way. Very classy.

As for my class ass, I am wearing a darling white dress with navy blue flowers all over it. My hat is a large and in charge kind of hat. Navy blue with a big fat rim on it and white feathers in the front. You know, the bigger the hat, the closer to Jesus or something like that. Lord, it takes three hot pins to keep my blonde hair in.

Cause we classy bitches.

With our pinkies out, we make fake conversation about the lavish lifestyles we live. In this nonexistent world, we reside in extravagant mansions with servants and maids who take care of everything.

Somewhere where it might really snow.

Sitting in front of the fireplace gives the illusion that we are in a cabin in the woods while Keith and my pretend rich husband are out skiing. Or whatever rich people do in the cold.

We laugh until we cry and then laugh some more.

After the day we had, this was much needed. We each finish our own teapots and simply sit and listen to the crackling of the fire as it burns.

I sigh, and Jenna looks at me.

"What a day. I am still in shock."

I nod my head in understanding. "I can't believe that Keith might have a brother… They seem nothing alike. Or is it just me?"

Jenna, of course, laughs. "Of all the shit that was mentioned today, that is what you noticed? That Keith MAY have a brother?"

I put down my teacup—that I forgot I was holding—on an end table and just shook my head.

"Today was a lot to process. I think I have the right to… I think I need a minute. Hell, I might need twelve."

Jenna gets quiet and looks towards a window looking outside. "Things are going to change, aren't they?"

I look down at my hands, wondering how I should answer. I think about the years that we have been friends. he has been my rock.

Hearing Jenna say that makes me know that my time in this town is short.

"I think so, Jen. I think so."

She looks back at me, and a tear is sliding down her cheek.

"Should I worry about you? Should I help you pack some of your stuff and keep it here? Or get a storage locker?"

I don't know how to answer that.

"Ask Keith. I trust his judgment," I say, finally.

She looks into her hands and the cup she has within them. She puts hers down next to mine.

My eyes water.

"Whatever happens, I love you and you are the best sister a girl could ask for, Jenna Christopher. And that is saying something because I have one."

She tries to smile, but I can see the hurt in her eyes. "You are the sister I always needed. Without you, I would not have ever met my Keith. For that, I owe you the world."

We hug each other, and tears we tried to hide came crashing down around us.

I don't know how long we sat there, but we eventually fell asleep, holding each other tight.

~VOF~

AN:

Good morning everyone! Thank you all for making it this far!

This chapter was more some would call a "Fluff chapter" but I think it is needed. There is only so much drama one can take. Or is there?

Thank you to my wonderful team that makes this work. YOU know who you are! Love you all!

For those of you who commented, musicdaydreams and sakira-x.

Worry not, Keiran's spinoff is well underway and if I do say so myself, he is a creepy man.

Maggie's family is a mess. Thankfully, she has family in Jenna and Keith.

I have pictures of everything that I describe in this chapter because it is some classy stuff.

Thank you all again! Have a great day!

Brier