Thank you for the review smiles4100. Thanks for the advice, I was thinking about adding a female companion for Billie too, but wasn't quite sure how to do it -- but this chapter will tell the tale. Also -- my apologies for not including zack in the last chapter -- and other characters in the chapters before. But the last chapter was clearly early in the morning and…well…Zack was asleep…or was he? (dun dun dunnnn)

Thanks for the reviews, everyone. I always hated reviewing -- and I don't quite know why. But I only reviewed for the greatest stories ever. -- and I'd only read more than the first chapter for the greatest stories ever. Thanks for reading and reviewing -- even tho this story isn't the greatest.

This is the second annual 21 jump street Quote. Now this one isn't from the first season, it's one I've read online so I'm not sure if this is exactly true -- but I like it -- so I'm gonna put it here anyways.

Hanson: (on about Penhall's mother's suicide) She killed herself on anti-depressants? What was that like? HAHAHAHAHAH - BANG!?

On with the show! ALSO -- you know they get screen captures. Their own. Like from the television onto the computer -- then email me -- tell me! At or in a review. Thinking bout making a 21 jump street website…

Supersize Me

How do you expect I will know what to do

When all I do is what you tell me to

---Pulp Fiction--

Bruce Willis's character: You know that sting, big boy? That's pride fucking with you.

Other character: I'm gonna kill

Bruce Willis's character: Somebody's gonna get killed, alright!

---Pulp Fiction--

Other guy: I'mma get mideval on your ass (greatest line EVER!!)

--Pulp Fiction--

Gurl: Are you hurt?

Bruce Willis's character: No. I might've broken my nose. It's no biggie. C'mon, we gotta get the fuck out of town. C'mon, let's go!

--Pulp Fiction--

Guy that just busted in: Die you mother fuckers!!! (starts shooting. Runs out of bullets. Samual L Jackson and John Travolta's characters look around them, at the walls and on the ground -- he missed them. They both draw guns and shot him.)

---Pulp Fiction--

Samual L Jackson: We should be dead now! What just happened was a fuckin miracle and I want you to acknowledge it!

--Pulp Fiction--

John Travolta - Marvin. Do you think God came down or -- (gun goes off. He looks shocked) Ah man -- I shot Marvin in the head.

Samual L Jackson: What the fuck did you do that for!

John Travolta: Well I didn't mean to! You must've went over a bump or something…

--Pulp Fiction--

Billie looked over at the clock on the wall. 9:47. Billie was right, she hadn't been able to get an ounce of sleep. But at least Freddy had. He hadn't wanted to at first but Billie encouraged him to let his body reenergize. She had 'made' him lay down on their couch, and let him put his head in her lap (nothing dirty) and she had stroked his forehead and had ran her hands through his hair idly, watching the movie Freddy had picked out. Pulp Fiction. (I've never actually 'seen' that movie but….I hear it's pretty good…so sorry if it doesn't seem like one that Freddy would actually like…) A movie out of Billie's collection. (sorry about the movie, if you hate it -- but it's on now…and I'm watching it…and I couldn't think of a damn movie…some dude just hit some dude with a car then got hit by a car…it's actually not looking all that bad…some chick got shot in the leg…On with the story…)

Billie had heard Zack's parents awake a few hours ago -- more than likely to get all ready for work -- and Billie just had to thank god (even though she weren't religious) that Zack's parents respected Billie's privacy like it were a king. She wasn't sure, but she was pretty sure that Zack wasn't up yet. He wasn't usually a heavy or late sleep -- unless something was bothering him. Then he slept every chance he got.

"Billie!" Billie looked straight up at the ceiling at Zack's mother's voice. (Did I give her a name?…I dunno, I'mma have to look…didn't see one…sooo) Billie slowly started to rise from the couch, lifting Freddy's head up with gentle fingers, and softly putting it back down on the couch when she was off of it.

She grabbed a cover off of a spare chair and spread it over him, tucking him in slightly. She sprinted toward the steps. "Coming!" She shouted half way up. She walked from the kitchen to the living room, where her 'guardian' -- Janie -- was sitting on the couch.

(Alright this is the greatest show ever -- It's now one of Freddy Jones' favorite shows ever…go watch it…well not now. Finish reading this chapter now…but go get the tape like right after you read this.) Janie turned around to look at Billie. "What are you doing down there?"

Billie shrugged, dropping down on the couch. "Masturbating. It's easier downstairs -- that TV gets playboy."

Janie gave Billie an evil look. "Your friend is on the phone."

Billie eyed the phone. "Friend? I've got no friends, Janie. You know that. This isn't something to just…joke about! It's traumatic man!"

Janie glared at Billie's humor. "Some girl, I didn't think you've ever talked to girls…but some girl who claims to be Sara is on the phone. She's been waiting for like…two minutes."

Billie hopped to her feet. "Oh, alright then." She headed toward the phone. "Hey, do you work today?"

Janie nodded motherly (or so they say. My mommy don't really…act motherly but this…tv…so they have to…or else it'd be like against the law). "Yeah. I'm sorry to be leaving you alone here, honey, with Stefan and Joan (Stefan's sister…haven't introduced her YET), but I have to go in early, we're short a few people. Johnny already headed off to work, but you were probably asleep then." (Johnny's Zack's father's new name…incase you didn't get that)

By the time Janie finished Billie had already taken up the phone, and now was staring at the table the phone had rested on as if it had just committed a murder. "What?" Billie snapped shortly, after Janie had left the room. "How the fuck did that happen? Ohhh…she was shot…uh huh…well that explains a lot…Sure, come over whenever. Grieving is what I do best. Sure, bring Justin too. We all love him here. But please…PLEASE you better not fuckin' bring those whores you tend to associate yourself with here. Alright. You can have my bed…Justin too…I guess asking Janie would be required."

Janie walked back into the room. Billie lifted the mouthpiece away from her mouth. "Hey Janie, Sara's mother had…an accident. She's unsupervised, would you like…I dunno…mind if she and her boyfriend crashes here?"

"Why doesn't she just movie in with her boyfriend?" Janie asked accusingly. "I'm not a group home, dear."

"I know that," Billie said lightly. "But, her boyfriend has no place, Jane. He was living with her and her mom. And now, they've got no place to go. Well…except for her brother but…he's not the richest man alive…"

Janie took a few (billion) minutes to think about it. "Alright, how long?"

Billie gave her a compassionate look. "…as long as I'm here…" Janie opened her mouth. "Please, Janie, Please!" Billie started, holding the phone in both hands. "They're mature, she's 15 and he's 17. They act like it…most of the time. And we can share a room -- there's a spare bed in the closet and…there's a floor that's nearly as big as the room. It's not like you guys can't afford it…" Billie gave her a sweet, can't-resist smile.

Janie made an angry face. "Oh alright! But they better not be a bunch of trouble makers, Billie-anne."

Billie shook her head assuringly. "C'mon now, you know I don't associate myself with those kinds of people." Billie moved the phone back to her ear and mouth.

Janie headed for the door. "Hmm I don't know, you seem to be clinging to that Jones boy." She was out the door before Billie could reply.

"You're on your way," Billie said into the receiver slowly. "Now how the hell did you know Janie would let you? You're too damn cocky, that's what's wrong with you. Door's unlock, just walk in when you get here. Janie and Johnny's out. All's that's here is Zack and Freddy and those two queers Zack claim to be his cousins. Bye…stay away from guns, hun…" Billie hung up the phone.

Sara's mother had been shot, and the 'government' had tossed her and her boyfriend out of the house. It was depressing really. Billie had actually liked Sara's mom. The first time Billie had ever spent the night over at Sara's house, she stayed up passed midnight talking to her mother. Her mother -- April -- had unloaded all of her problems onto Billie -- How Sara's abusive father had been, how good Walt -- her new boyfriend -- was. It was sorta sweet. Then Justin came back from where ever he had gone and woke Sara up, and the three of them walked to Denny's Doughnuts at 3 in the morning. It was a good time…but now April was dead and that time was never going to come back…never ever.

There were soft foot steps on the stairs -- and it took few seconds for Billie to guess who was awake. Stefan. That girl. Stefan was in the living room in a matter of seconds. "What's the matter with you?" Stefan asked, walking over to Billie -- who now sat on a couch, with her legs drawn up close.

Billie shook her head. She hated Stefan, he hated her. He thought himself to be far better and smarter than anyone -- and that is what made him worst and stupider than anybody she had ever known. Joan wasn't much better -- or ANY smarter. "Nothing," she mumbled solemnly.

Stefan started to say something else -- but Billie REALLY wasn't in the mood to hear it. "Stefan," she snapped. "Just go read a goddamn book or something."

Stefan gave her an appalled (probably not spelt right -- but it's not an incorrect word…if that makes sense at all…) look. "Watch your filthy mouth, how dear you use god Almighty's name in vain," he snapped.

"He like's being called Jehovah, Steph," Billie stated uninterestedly. "And it's easy, buddy," she added. "Have you ever thought that just MAYBE not everybody here's a Christian? Majority of people aren't Christians, pal." Billie rose from her seat and headed for the door to the basement when the front door flew open. She turned to see who it was.

Stefan stared in horror as the two people walking in. "Robbers!" He shouted, getting ready to act.

Billie almost laughed as she walked back into the room. "Chill, Ferguson. This is Sara and Justin. Guys, this is Zack's dweeby cousin, Stefan-e." Billie trotted over to her friends and gave Sara a long hug. She could tell that Sara had been crying recently and she was pretty sure that maybe even Justin had been as well. He was pretty close to April, and even treated her like his own mother.

"Are you guys tired, or…hungry…or…dirty? Need a shower or something?" Billie asked sweetly, eyeing Justin and Sara up and down. Sara had on a pair of blue jean flares with a brown Harry Potter shirt -- that said Muggle in large orange print -- it didn't quite reached the top of her jeans -- but still went past her belly button. Her light, straight brown hair was about an inch longer than Billie had remembered it to be -- stopping a little bit past her shoulders. Her cheeks and eyes were red -- it was quite a sad sight.

Justin wore a pair of dark blue -- baggy -- jeans with a OzzFest shirt on. He was wearing his jacket -- yet still carrying Sara's. He was holding two shirt cases -- and had on his back pack. Sara was holding one suitcase and had on her backpack.

Billie stepped forward and took a suit case from Justin's hands and headed upstairs. "I'll show you to my room," she called over her shoulder. It was that much of a walk, so they didn't exactly 'talk'. She pushed open her room's door and walked a few feet into her room before setting Justin's (…well…it was probably actually Sara's but…) suitcase down onto the floor in front of her closet's door. "Just set your stuff…wherever. If that bed's not big enough there's a bigger one in the closet that I can pull out. If ya'll want some privacy -- I can sleep in the basement, it's not that bad. It's kind of homey."

Justin nodded, telling Billie clearly that -- he -- wanted more time alone at night. But Sara shook her head. "Nah, you don't have to, Billie. This is your room." Justin's face dropped as he stared weirdly down at Sara's head, who stood in front of her.

Billie laughed quietly. "It's cool, Stale-crackers (Sara's last name's Staley…) ya'll can have the room…if it's big enough of course…" Both Justin and Sara laughed at this. "The remote's on that table." She nodded to it. "It's cable but it also has an awful lot of movie channels. There's covers and shit in the closet -- if you need them. Stereo's over there," another nod, "my collection's over there," …another nod… "listen to whatever. It's clearly not as good as your collection…but then again, you are my inspiration, Sara Stale-crackers."

"Um…alright," Sara said aimlessly. "Are you leaving?" She asked as Billie headed for the door.

"Yes," Billie answered honestly. Sara opened her mouth to argue. "You're tired Sara. It'll feel better in the morning." It is the morning… "You need rest, Sara…Justin. You guys must've been traveling for hours. The bathroom's through that door." She nodded again -- this time toward the white door. "Do whatever you want…BUT(!) lock the damn door. And…be quiet about it…there are…sleeping residents in this house."

Justin put together his hands softly, and thanked Billie silently -- as if she were a god. Billie nodded to him, then to Sara and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Typical Justin.

Well…now there's that chapter…I know it sucked. -- but I had to introduce Sara and Justin -- based them off my friends…heh…so this is actually how my friends act…

Known Sara since K -- met Justin in Freshman year…so…this goes for Billie. Justin really lived with Sara but April isn't dead…certainly fiction…

Here's the 21 jump street quote. Sorry for those pulp fiction quotes -- but they were hilarious! I love that show now….it's some funny shit…if you want some 21 jump street photos go to -- http:legolas.virtue.nu/21/21JS.html or they're all basically of johnny depp… but if you want some -- go to those. Or email me -- I'll email you some photos…on with the quotes NOW!!!

Lansing: Another stupid new kid

Hanson: Fine. I can see I'mma have to put this in terms for you to understand. That's my step brother, Douglass He's kinda lame -- but that's not his fault. You kick his ass, he tells my step dad, and my step dad kicks my ass. Then I'mma have to come back here and kick your ass.

-- in the dvd and FX version I think -- the word ass was dubbed over with tail…sucks ass man! But it's a great part…great great!!! Hanson was undercover…hot hot hot…enjoy. I'mma be working double time to get the next chapter -- I just had to introduce Sara and Justin…and conclude what was going on with Billie and Freddy.

Thanks again for the reviews -- and just to clear it up -- Billie slits her wrist with a safety pin…alrighty? Sorry if you didn't know what I hinted at WAS Billie's wrist slitting ness…but she does it…she's addicted man…it's awful!

I have this dude who thinks he's so much better than me…named Stefan…yuck…and…I just don't like the name joan…no offense if either of those are your names…name's nothing but…letters stringed together aimlessly. Soul's what counts. Soul's what you can control wink…wink...