Title: Jenny
Part: 1
Author: Chantal aka Mala Website: http://my-dc.cjb.net
Rating: M
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jen's life in New York before she arrives in Capeside
Category: Jen/Drue
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Author's Note: Please R&R
"Jenny, Jenny," an incessant voice kept calling out to her.
Jennifer Lindley moaned softly and pulled her arm away from whoever was tugging on it. All she wanted to do was sleep, why wouldn't they let her sleep.
"Come on," the voice said again.
Jen moaned louder as she was lifted from the ground to her feet. She fell against the person lifting her and opened her eyes.
"Drue!" she exclaimed as she tried to stand straight.
"Jenny, I'm taking you home. You should be in bed," Drue Valentine said patiently.
"Drue, leave me alone. I'm fine," Jen said, falling against him again.
Drue sighed with irritation. He wished he hadn't let her leave the club with that guy. He knew she would get into trouble.
Drue placed Jen's arm across his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her waist then walked her down the street to his car parked in a loading bay. He helped her into the car, buckled her up then jumped into his side.
As he began driving, he looked over at Jen. She had closed her eyes and seemed to be sleeping.
He drove slowly to her apartment, knowing that he was going to be in deep trouble. It was always that way. Jen would get wasted with some random guy and Drue would find her passed out. He'd take her home and her parents would assume it was he causing Jen trouble.
Drue pulled his car sharply into Jen's apartment complex and helped her out of the car. He sighed loudly as she moaned again but let him carry her up to the apartment.
The things he did for love.
~*~
Jen finished curling her hair and twirled in her brand new fire engine red mini-dress. She knew she looked hot and couldn't wait to see her new boyfriend's face.
She slipped her feet into a pair of black stilettos then left her bedroom. She entered the kitchen and was surprised to see her mother cooking something at the stove.
"What are you doing?" Jen asked as she opened the fridge door and surveyed the contents.
"I'm making dinner for us darling," her mother answered.
"I won't be home," Jen said as she pulled out a bottle of juice.
"Why not dear? Your father will be home any minute. Let's have a nice family dinner," Helen suggested.
Jen shook her head as she put the juice in her overnight bag by the door. She then rummaged through the cupboards.
"I'm not interested in doing anything nice with that man you refer to as my father," Jen answered acidly. "He made it very clear yesterday what he thinks of me."
Helen turned from the stove and looked sadly at her daughter's back.
"Jennifer, he's just worried about you. I'm worried about you. You're going to get yourself killed," Helen said.
Jen pulled a couple of bags of potato chips from the cupboard. She stood up straight as she faced her mother.
"How can I get killed? I'm just having fun. I'm having fun while I still can," Jen insisted.
Helen grabbed Jen's shoulders. Jen shook her hands off angrily.
"Leave me alone!" Jen exclaimed angrily. "I don't need you telling me what to do. I can make my own decisions."
"Jenny, please," Helen said weakly.
"Leave me alone!" Jen shouted.
She walked towards the front door and turned before leaving.
"I won't be home tonight," she said shortly then walked out.
~*~
"That was amazing, Jeremy" Jen said softly as she rolled over on the bed.
"Mmm," Jeremy said as he climbed off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Jen asked him with a smile.
She knew she was in love this time. Jeremy Howard was the man for her. "Thirsty," Jeremy answered as he left the bedroom.
Jen rolled onto her side and closed her eyes dreamily. She wondered what Jeremy would say if she asked if she could live here with him. She knew she couldn't go back home. After Drue had taken her home the previous morning, her father had ripped her to pieces.
Jen remembered bitterly the angry words and the scuffles. She'd been ready to punch him in the face.
Jeremy came back into the room and began to get dressed.
"Don't get dressed honey," Jen said seductively.
"Jenny, it's over," Jeremy said as he stood up and pulled his shirt over his head.
"What?" Jen asked, sitting up.
"I had fun with you but it's not working out. Can you leave now?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Jen shrieked.
She climbed out of the bed and pulled her dress over her head.
"You just had sex with me! How can you break up with me!" she exclaimed.
"It's not working out," he said again, as he backed away.
"We've only been together for a couple of days," Jen said, advancing on him. "How can it not be working?"
"It's just not. Now leave," he insisted.
"I will not," Jen said, equally insistent.
Jeremy marched over to her bag and threw her shoes and underwear into it. Jen raced up to him to stop him.
Jeremy turned on her and gave her a backhander. Jen flew across the room and against the bed. She put her hand up to her lip and whimpered as Jeremy walked towards her.
"Get out," he said.
Jen looked up fearfully as he advanced on her again. She climbed to her feet and rushed out of the apartment.
Part: 1
Author: Chantal aka Mala Website: http://my-dc.cjb.net
Rating: M
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jen's life in New York before she arrives in Capeside
Category: Jen/Drue
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Author's Note: Please R&R
"Jenny, Jenny," an incessant voice kept calling out to her.
Jennifer Lindley moaned softly and pulled her arm away from whoever was tugging on it. All she wanted to do was sleep, why wouldn't they let her sleep.
"Come on," the voice said again.
Jen moaned louder as she was lifted from the ground to her feet. She fell against the person lifting her and opened her eyes.
"Drue!" she exclaimed as she tried to stand straight.
"Jenny, I'm taking you home. You should be in bed," Drue Valentine said patiently.
"Drue, leave me alone. I'm fine," Jen said, falling against him again.
Drue sighed with irritation. He wished he hadn't let her leave the club with that guy. He knew she would get into trouble.
Drue placed Jen's arm across his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her waist then walked her down the street to his car parked in a loading bay. He helped her into the car, buckled her up then jumped into his side.
As he began driving, he looked over at Jen. She had closed her eyes and seemed to be sleeping.
He drove slowly to her apartment, knowing that he was going to be in deep trouble. It was always that way. Jen would get wasted with some random guy and Drue would find her passed out. He'd take her home and her parents would assume it was he causing Jen trouble.
Drue pulled his car sharply into Jen's apartment complex and helped her out of the car. He sighed loudly as she moaned again but let him carry her up to the apartment.
The things he did for love.
~*~
Jen finished curling her hair and twirled in her brand new fire engine red mini-dress. She knew she looked hot and couldn't wait to see her new boyfriend's face.
She slipped her feet into a pair of black stilettos then left her bedroom. She entered the kitchen and was surprised to see her mother cooking something at the stove.
"What are you doing?" Jen asked as she opened the fridge door and surveyed the contents.
"I'm making dinner for us darling," her mother answered.
"I won't be home," Jen said as she pulled out a bottle of juice.
"Why not dear? Your father will be home any minute. Let's have a nice family dinner," Helen suggested.
Jen shook her head as she put the juice in her overnight bag by the door. She then rummaged through the cupboards.
"I'm not interested in doing anything nice with that man you refer to as my father," Jen answered acidly. "He made it very clear yesterday what he thinks of me."
Helen turned from the stove and looked sadly at her daughter's back.
"Jennifer, he's just worried about you. I'm worried about you. You're going to get yourself killed," Helen said.
Jen pulled a couple of bags of potato chips from the cupboard. She stood up straight as she faced her mother.
"How can I get killed? I'm just having fun. I'm having fun while I still can," Jen insisted.
Helen grabbed Jen's shoulders. Jen shook her hands off angrily.
"Leave me alone!" Jen exclaimed angrily. "I don't need you telling me what to do. I can make my own decisions."
"Jenny, please," Helen said weakly.
"Leave me alone!" Jen shouted.
She walked towards the front door and turned before leaving.
"I won't be home tonight," she said shortly then walked out.
~*~
"That was amazing, Jeremy" Jen said softly as she rolled over on the bed.
"Mmm," Jeremy said as he climbed off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Jen asked him with a smile.
She knew she was in love this time. Jeremy Howard was the man for her. "Thirsty," Jeremy answered as he left the bedroom.
Jen rolled onto her side and closed her eyes dreamily. She wondered what Jeremy would say if she asked if she could live here with him. She knew she couldn't go back home. After Drue had taken her home the previous morning, her father had ripped her to pieces.
Jen remembered bitterly the angry words and the scuffles. She'd been ready to punch him in the face.
Jeremy came back into the room and began to get dressed.
"Don't get dressed honey," Jen said seductively.
"Jenny, it's over," Jeremy said as he stood up and pulled his shirt over his head.
"What?" Jen asked, sitting up.
"I had fun with you but it's not working out. Can you leave now?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Jen shrieked.
She climbed out of the bed and pulled her dress over her head.
"You just had sex with me! How can you break up with me!" she exclaimed.
"It's not working out," he said again, as he backed away.
"We've only been together for a couple of days," Jen said, advancing on him. "How can it not be working?"
"It's just not. Now leave," he insisted.
"I will not," Jen said, equally insistent.
Jeremy marched over to her bag and threw her shoes and underwear into it. Jen raced up to him to stop him.
Jeremy turned on her and gave her a backhander. Jen flew across the room and against the bed. She put her hand up to her lip and whimpered as Jeremy walked towards her.
"Get out," he said.
Jen looked up fearfully as he advanced on her again. She climbed to her feet and rushed out of the apartment.