A New Life for Two

Lauren Jillian

OMG! I got a review, YAY! Someone actually likes it.. Thanks hardyzgirl! When I checked out her stuff I found out she's the author of one of the fanfics I've read before I was a member here. Hopefully I'll be able to attract some more peeps, Thanks again and here's chapter 3. ::How odd Jens hair turned out to be the same my hair is going to be:: Ta-ra!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fast and the Furious characters. The characters Jen, Lita, Jeff, Harold and Kris are mine.

R: for violence, language, drug usage, and sexual content; ::No Lemons:: I think...

Chapter 3

A plea for help

Good morning New York! It is 6:45 on this bright and sunny day, this is Wild Max, bringing you your wake-up hour. Here's 'Again I go Unnoticed' by Dashboard Confessional-

Jen turned off her radio alarm and jumped out of the bed. Well today I'm getting my new look. Jen grabbed a pair of jeans and her Trapt T-shirt. She made herself some toast and grabbed the phone. She dialed Norma's.

"You've reached Norma's Hair Salon. This is Norma how may I help you?"

"Hey Norm, its Jen, do you have an opening? I want a change, something you've been dying to do for me." Jen couldn't help but chuckle because her friend and stylist have been trying to do something with her hair for ages. Every time she did a photo-shoot for her magazine, Norma always complained about how boring her hair was.

"O look it! There seems to be an opening for the first hour of business. Get your ass down here girl, we'll be ready!" With that Jen heard the other line die. She smiled at her friends' eagerness to play with her hair. Jen grabbed a strand of her hair and looked at it. She knew she was going to miss her long dark brown hair. But at the same time she couldn't wait what this new look will be like.

"Well, I better not keep them waiting." Jen smiled and grabbed her car keys.

::20 minutes later::

"It's about time you got here. Ok Jackie, Liz and Mary lets do some magic!" With that all four women grabbed the nervous Jen and placed her on the chair. All of them looked at her with a critical eye. They played with it, folding bits of hair to see how short to cut it and where to put layers. "Ok we got the cut, now ladies we need the color. Go get the dye we picked out already."

"What you picked out colors already? You're not going to see if I'd want that?" Jen stated with protest.

"Now Jen, you called asking for a change, you put this fully in our hands. Trust me we know what we're doing."

"But Norm-"

"No buts. Don't ruin our fun Jen." Norma smiled. The other three women came out of the back with the dye. "Ok Jen, do not move, lets start!" With that Norma brought the scissors to Jens hair.

::2 hours later::

Norma and the women looked down at their work. They couldn't believe that the young beauty was hiding even more beauty. They looked at each other, then back at the young woman in front of them. Mary whistled and grabbed the medium sized mirror.

"Damn girl, Harold going to be sorry he fucked you over," Norma elbowed Jackie in the ribs lightly.

"Wow guys, you've definitely out done yourself this time." Jen just looked at herself in the mirror that Mary handed her. She couldn't believe that this was truly her. Her hair was cropped short like Mandy Moores' in How to Deal, maybe an inch longer. But it was layered and feathered out framing her face and accenting her high cheekbones. The hair color was a dark brown but lighter then what hers was originally. There were blonde, copper and blue highlights in her hair. It felt so much lighter and looked thicker. Jen felt herself smile.

"I... I don't know what to say. It's so beautiful!"

"Well we're glad you like it!"

"How much should I pay you?"

"Oh no, its on the house." Norma smiled and gave her friend a hug. "Have fun in L.A. and tell Kris hi for me."

"I will, and thank you so much." Jen smiled and grabbed her purse. The sun was out now in mid afternoon. The sun felt good on Jens face, she noticed that once she walked out of the salon, quite a few people were staring at her, especially the guys. I have a feeling that I shouldn't have waited so long to do something for my hair. Well its done, and I'm happy. Jen began making a mental note on what's left to pack for L.A. when her cell began to ring.

"Hello?" No one answered, "Hello?" Then just slightly she heard the muffled sound of someone crying. "Lita?"

"...Hey... I'm sorry I'm calling I... I just needed to talk to you before..." Lita began to cry harder, it was becoming hard to understand what Lita was saying. Jen began to think of something to do.

"Lita its ok... how bout you meet me at the Caribou Coffee on main street?"

"Ok... I'll see you there." With that Jen hung up her phone and got into her car. Well, here I go.

::5 minutes later::

Jen parallel parked in front of the café. She saw Litas' 67 Mustang, which was her pride and joy. Litara Jones is one of the world's best custom car designers. And yet for herself she goes simple. Jen walked in and immediately located Lita, she was sitting at their booth that was all the way toward the back. Jen could tell that something was wrong, Lita was wearing a baggy hoodie and kept looking around like she was afraid of someone recognizing her.

"Lita what's wrong?" Jen noticed that Litas' petite frame seemed fuller. Jen sat across from her friend.

"I just wanted to talk about that night... and... I just wanted to know that we were still friends." Lita was looking everywhere but at Jen. Jen suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Lita look at me, what the hell is the matter?" Lita finally looked up at her friend with fear in her eyes. There were dark rings under eyes, and her perfect blonde hair seemed raggedy. Lita took a deep a breath and began to tell Jen what happened in the past week.

"I wasn't feeling to good, so I went to my doctor. She took some tests on me... and... GOD!" Lita began to cry again, Jen stood up and sat next to her friend. She began rubbing Litas shoulder and was hushing her.

"Lita, Hun, what were the results?"

"...God Jen, he fuckin drugged me. He must have put something in the beer he gave me... and now," Lita took a deep breath, Jen felt the shudder that went through her body.

"He technically raped me... and now I'm pregnant with that fuckers baby. My doctor said I could get rid of the baby, but I can't. The poor thing didn't do this to me!" Lita began to cry into her friends shoulder.

I knew he was a fuckin ass

"Lita its ok... I got an idea." Jen pulled out her cell and dialed her dads' number.

"Hey daddy, its Jen. Can I ask for a favor?"