Teeeehhhhhhheeeeeeee! i'm excited.but this is the end lol i don't want it to end..well we'll see
what happens. I don't own IaHB. Just Jenna. i made her up alll byy myysellffff. that's a song u know.
lol well anyways, let's get started, eh?
Real World 2
Didn't Want It To End
Jenna's breath caught it her throat. She gawked at the young man standing before her. Jenna fought
the urge to slam the door in his face and hide under the bed. But she had made up that story. It
was her job to take responsibility.
"Hello." Jenna said shakily. Chris looked surprised by her reaction. He didn't know what he'd expected
but it sure wasn't for her to greet him like they were friends.
"Hi...Are you Jenna?" Jenna held the door open a little further. Chris walked through. He spun around
to face Jenna, who was closing the door behind her. She looked over her shoulder at him. Jenna
still couldn't believe this was happening.
"Uh..." She wondered if she should say no. Jenna shook her head to clear the thought from her mind.
She had to be responsible.
"You aren't?" Chris asked. He was surprised.
"Oh no. I am." Jenna said quietly. Chris smiled. The girl who'd written such an untrue article was
actually scared. Jenna motioned for Chris to sit down. He plopped down on the loveseat. Jenna sat
down across from him in an armchair.
"Well I have a few things to say to you." Chris began. Jenna stared at him with big blue eyes. She
looked like a deer in the headlights. But Chris was a little surprised at how young Jenna was. He
was expecting a woman in her 30's or 40's, not a lady in her mid 20's.
"I imagine you do." Jenna sighed. She pinched her arm. No, she wasn't dreaming.
"How could you write that article?" Chris demanded, wasting no time. Jenna looked up, locking his
gaze.
"I needed a big story. I needed something to put on a resume (my computer doesn't do those little
dashes). I'm sorry. I just didn't want to be working at The Spinster for the rest of my life." Jenna
explained, raising her voice for emphisis.
"But it was so untrue. Not one word of it was an actual fact!" Chris protested. Jenna nodded miserably.
"I know. I'm very sorry. It was wrong of me." Jenna looked up. "How can I make it up to you?" She
pulled her purse off the coffee table and began digging through it. "I don't have much money but..."
Chris laid a hand on top of her check book.
"No no no. It's okay. I just wanted you to know that I didn't appreciate that. I should have listened
to everyone when they said it was no big deal-"
"But it was a big deal. I was wrong! I'm quitting my job and I'm not going to work for another
tabloid ever. I'm an awful reporter! I should just quit all together!" Jenna exclaimed. Chris
shook his head.
"No. It's fine. I'm fine. The whole cast is fine. They're kinda glad you didn't focus on them."
Chris laughed. Jenna smiled.
"You're doing a nice job of making me feel better." Chris smiled at the statement. "But there is
no excuse for my behavior. I was out of line big time. I'll do anything to make it up to you."
"No. Don't. Just no more articles, please. They were well written though." Chris said, standing up.
"Thank you." Jenna replied. She walked to Chris to the door.
"It was nice meeting you. I'm sorry it wasn't on better terms." Jenna smiled and shook Chris's
hand.
"Same here. Uh..here." Chris handed Jenna a peice of paper. It was a picture of the cast with his
autograph.
"Thank you. You are being awfully nice to someone who wrote a tabloid article about you."
"Well just don't do it again." Chris smiled.
"Okay." Jenna agreed, relived.
"Promise?" Chris asked mischeviously.
"Absolutely!" Jenna laughed. And so things went back to normal. Chris returned to Canada and Jenna
got a job for The Breeze. Jenna watched the show faithfully, Chris's picture hanging above the T.V.
*So how was it? Sorry it had to end, but I have another idea! LoL I'll get started tomorrow. Uh
please review and tell me what you thought of it.*
what happens. I don't own IaHB. Just Jenna. i made her up alll byy myysellffff. that's a song u know.
lol well anyways, let's get started, eh?
Real World 2
Didn't Want It To End
Jenna's breath caught it her throat. She gawked at the young man standing before her. Jenna fought
the urge to slam the door in his face and hide under the bed. But she had made up that story. It
was her job to take responsibility.
"Hello." Jenna said shakily. Chris looked surprised by her reaction. He didn't know what he'd expected
but it sure wasn't for her to greet him like they were friends.
"Hi...Are you Jenna?" Jenna held the door open a little further. Chris walked through. He spun around
to face Jenna, who was closing the door behind her. She looked over her shoulder at him. Jenna
still couldn't believe this was happening.
"Uh..." She wondered if she should say no. Jenna shook her head to clear the thought from her mind.
She had to be responsible.
"You aren't?" Chris asked. He was surprised.
"Oh no. I am." Jenna said quietly. Chris smiled. The girl who'd written such an untrue article was
actually scared. Jenna motioned for Chris to sit down. He plopped down on the loveseat. Jenna sat
down across from him in an armchair.
"Well I have a few things to say to you." Chris began. Jenna stared at him with big blue eyes. She
looked like a deer in the headlights. But Chris was a little surprised at how young Jenna was. He
was expecting a woman in her 30's or 40's, not a lady in her mid 20's.
"I imagine you do." Jenna sighed. She pinched her arm. No, she wasn't dreaming.
"How could you write that article?" Chris demanded, wasting no time. Jenna looked up, locking his
gaze.
"I needed a big story. I needed something to put on a resume (my computer doesn't do those little
dashes). I'm sorry. I just didn't want to be working at The Spinster for the rest of my life." Jenna
explained, raising her voice for emphisis.
"But it was so untrue. Not one word of it was an actual fact!" Chris protested. Jenna nodded miserably.
"I know. I'm very sorry. It was wrong of me." Jenna looked up. "How can I make it up to you?" She
pulled her purse off the coffee table and began digging through it. "I don't have much money but..."
Chris laid a hand on top of her check book.
"No no no. It's okay. I just wanted you to know that I didn't appreciate that. I should have listened
to everyone when they said it was no big deal-"
"But it was a big deal. I was wrong! I'm quitting my job and I'm not going to work for another
tabloid ever. I'm an awful reporter! I should just quit all together!" Jenna exclaimed. Chris
shook his head.
"No. It's fine. I'm fine. The whole cast is fine. They're kinda glad you didn't focus on them."
Chris laughed. Jenna smiled.
"You're doing a nice job of making me feel better." Chris smiled at the statement. "But there is
no excuse for my behavior. I was out of line big time. I'll do anything to make it up to you."
"No. Don't. Just no more articles, please. They were well written though." Chris said, standing up.
"Thank you." Jenna replied. She walked to Chris to the door.
"It was nice meeting you. I'm sorry it wasn't on better terms." Jenna smiled and shook Chris's
hand.
"Same here. Uh..here." Chris handed Jenna a peice of paper. It was a picture of the cast with his
autograph.
"Thank you. You are being awfully nice to someone who wrote a tabloid article about you."
"Well just don't do it again." Chris smiled.
"Okay." Jenna agreed, relived.
"Promise?" Chris asked mischeviously.
"Absolutely!" Jenna laughed. And so things went back to normal. Chris returned to Canada and Jenna
got a job for The Breeze. Jenna watched the show faithfully, Chris's picture hanging above the T.V.
*So how was it? Sorry it had to end, but I have another idea! LoL I'll get started tomorrow. Uh
please review and tell me what you thought of it.*