Disclaimer:
I don't own Andrew, Tess, Monica, etc. I don't own the names Chevy or Pepsi. I'm not using this for money. Yatsa, Yatsa, and Yatsa.
Claimer:
I own Jezebella.
ETC:
I don't know if people have liked the name of my character, but it is the name of a true friend who passed away in May. Her name was Jezebelle, but one of her nicknames (Besides Jeze) was Jezebella. It's a small change, but, at least, it means something different. The name Jezebel(le) means impure and the name Jezebella meant (or so we thought) Impure Beauty.
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Forget
Part Two: Time and Memories
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A few hours later, Tess, Symon, Monica, and Andrew picked up Jeze. As they drove back to the house, a conversation was struck up about dancing and what Jeze could remember. The conversation turned back to Andrew, who once again had Symon crawling on him.
"Symon!" Monica said.
"What?"
"Stay still. Some people don't like to be crawled on." She chastised.
"But he usually let's me!"
"I did? I did." He said, and began to remember.
"Symon! Come on, we have to get home!" Andrew called
from the car, "And you too, Jezebella!"
"Don't
call me that!" Jeze yelled back, walking towards her car while giving Symon a
piggyback ride.
Once
they reached Jeze's car, Symon and Andrew got in the back, while Jeze jumped
into the front and turned it on.
Andrew put Symon in his lap and
put his feet up, "This is the only why to ride in a car."
"Andrew. Hey, Andie!" Jeze said, and he looked at her.
"It's Andrew. An-drew. Andrew. Got it?"
Jeze giggled, and jumped out of the car as it pulled up in front of the house.
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A thunder and lightening storm had started, which confined the group to the house. Twelve people were crammed into the living room, albeit comfortably, and were watching old videos that Andrew had made on his days off – although no one had told the two amnesiac angels who'd taking them.
"Whose car is that? It looks familiar." Jeze asked, looking at an image of her car.
"That's yours."
"I have a car?! Cool! Where is it?"
"I'll tell you later. Your father doesn't want you to know yet." Sam said.
"Kay." Jeze turned back to the video. She watched as Andrew and herself came on the tape. Monica's voice was in the background.
"Andrew,
I know how to use a camera. Go out
there!" Monica commanded.
"Okay,
okay." He said, and appeared on the screen. Jeze was standing there already.
"You have an
obsession with cameras, Andrew." Jeze said, putting her hands on her hips.
"No, I
don't. I'm just the one who's
responsible for this thing. AV would go
insane if I broke it." Andrew replied.
Jeze looked
forward at the camera, and in unison, her and Monica said, "He's obsessed."
"Oh,
yeah? Now you're gonna get it, Jeze!"
Andrew picked up the 'teen', walked to the in-ground pool, and threw her
in. Monica's laughter came from all
directions, and the camera was quivering.
A very wet
Jeze came up to the surface and looked at Andrew. "You know that was actually kinda fun."
"Really?"
Andrew walked by the edge of the pool. He reached down to touch the water – big mistake.
Jeze grabbed
his arm and pulled Andrew into the water. He came up after getting his bearing, laughing. "That was fun! Monica, put down the camera and come join us! Come on! This is great!" The camera faded out.
Jeze's face was plastered with a huge smile, "Very cool."
Andrew's face was a mix of laughter and confusion – he was remembering again.
"That
was fun! Monica, put down the camera
and come join us! Come on! This is great!"
"Okay."
She put down the camera on the table beside her, and made a dash for the
pool. She jumped in with a huge splash.
She two
came up laughing, and the three, now all laughing hysterically, began splashing
each other and dunking each other under the water.
Tess
appeared from nowhere, "What are you three doing?"
Jeze
swam over to the side and hung on, while kicking her legs in the water, "We're
playing, Tess. Come in. It's great! Even Monica's in the water and you know she doesn't get in! Miss fear of water!"
Monica
splashed her friend, and was, in turn, hit on the head with a pool noodle.
"I'll
pass, thank you."
"Come
on, Tess! We need a fourth angel to
play water volleyball."
Andrew's eyes looked around the room, and he began to hyperventilate, "Ohmygod, ohh my god." He ran out the back door and down the steps. He collided into the nearest tree and fell back unconscious. As he began to enter the blackness, he could vaguely hear Tess calling him Mr. Halo.
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Jeze sat on the porch of the house. Why had she forgotten? She didn't even know.
Andrew knew though. He knew and it had hurt him. He'd hit a tree. Funny to think that was how he'd lost consciousness, but it wasn't funny at all.
She looked
up at the violent sky. It screamed at
her, yelled at her. It wanted her to
remember. But she wouldn't allow
it. 'No, Jezebella. No!' She screamed in her head, 'Don't! Please don't!'
But it was too late to stop it – she began to remember how it began…
"Andrew,
put my CD down and stop playing with my radio!" Jeze scolded her friend.
"Why? It's more fun to tease you. After all, it's my job."
"No it's
not!" She laughed.
He
looked at her, "In my world, it is."
"Funny. Funny, funny, funny." She turned a corner
and speed up to the speed limit, "So you want to hear about our assignment, or
not?"
"Of
course I do."
"Alright,
one minute." She pulled into the town's only park, and turned off the car. She pointed to a couple in front of the car,
"That's Virginia and Kyle Townsley. They
just got married, their parents won't help them, and they are broke. Virginia still has a year of high school
left and Kyle's got two years of med school left."
"That's
a big age gap."
"Hence
why their parents won't help."
"So we're here to help them
with?"
"Virginia's pregnant but won't
tell Kyle because she wants to get an abortion." Jeze replied, saddened by the
fact.
Andrew
nodded, and sat back, "Well, she'll be changing that choice, right, my friend?"
"Yup."
Jeze smiled.
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Jeze paced around Andrew's room. He was still out cold in his bed, didn't even move except to breathe.
They didn't even move except to breathe. The tenseness and fear was so thick, one could've cut it with a knife. All that could be heard was the two gunmen and then the sounds of gunfire. That was all. And then twenty-nine Angels-of-Death came and the sounds of ragged breathing were silenced.
Andrew groaned and pulled himself up in his bed. Jeze was looking at him, and her entire body
was trembling.
"Are you okay, Jeze?" He asked, ignoring the headache he
had, getting out of bed, and going to her.
"I remember. Andrew, I remember everything that made me forget." She said, her voice
a whisper. She looked into his blue
eyes, momentarily, and he suddenly knew she was going to run and do something
not good.
"No, Jezebella." He hugged her tightly. He knew what she was, he knew what he was,
and he knew that she knew. She couldn't
die, so why would she try?
"I am a bad angel. I don't deserve Him." She whispered.
"No, you are a great angel, and I love you so much. Jeze, don't fall into the same trap that
Janine and Clarissa-Rae fell into."
Jeze looked up at him, and studied his eyes, before
stepping back. She closed hers and she
could see and hear and feel that day again. "Twenty-nine people. Twenty-nine, and I am responsible." She said, before running out of the
room.
Andrew fell to the floor, "Please, Father, don't let her
leave. She's my best friend. I love her so much, and I need her here with
me. We're a good team and I can't lose
her. Please, just don't let her leave."
He pleaded, but he knew that it would do much to plead – if Jeze wanted to
leave, then she could leave and no one would stop her.
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To Be Continued…
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Cassie Jamie
You know the drill.