Jen's first reaction would have been to pull her knife on whoever shoved her down, but she could tell it was Harry lying in the ground next to her. The two were now behind a bush of some sort, with Harry holding on to Jen. She turned her head to look him in the eye and gave him a look that made it clear how she felt about being tackled behind a bush and then being held on to; he let go. Jen opened her mouth to yell at him, but he put a finger to his lips and looked at her worriedly. She kept quiet, but glared at him a bit. What the hell is going on? Jen heard a door open. And who the hell would be up at his time of day? It was still only about 6:30 in the morning.
Harry and Jen were walking down the sidewalk and almost at Jen's house when he thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He turned and looked into the window of the house they were walking in front of. Dudley was walking around the kitchen, and he looked like he had just finished eating. Shit. Harry did the only thing he could think of: he grabbed Jen and dove behind the bushes that were in front of the house. He only realized after diving behind the bushes with Jen that she would probably attack him for it. For a millisecond she tensed as if she was going to, but instead she turned her head around a little bit and gave him a death glare. He immediately let go, but put his finger to his lips to try and keep her from yelling. She can yell at me later; right now I need to make sure Dudley doesn't notice her. He heard the sounds of someone coming out the door and guessed that it was Dudley coming out. Even though he was no longer holding on to Jen, they were still close enough to each other that he could tell she had tensed when the door had opened. It's probably more from anger than fear, though. He doubted Jen ever was or ever would be intimidated by Dudley.
Still, Dudley was up to something; Harry could tell he was. Dudley had been talking to his gang even more often than usual and it had to have something to do with Jen. Dudley wasn't one to let his pride get hurt like that and then do nothing about it. There was a sound of footsteps as whoever had come outside made their way down the sidewalk. It sounded as if two people were talking about something and soon the footsteps died off. When Harry was sure that Dudley, along with whoever he had been talking to, was gone, he got Jen's attention. She seemed a little calmer now.
Someone went out the door of the house Jen and Harry had been about to walk in front of. Well, that explains Harry tackling me. The footsteps faded off and the two got up. "What was the fat git doing up at this time anyway?" Jen asked.
"Not sure," Harry replied, sounding distant.
"Well, you seem to have an idea, so tell me what it is," she said.
"Jen it's not important," Harry responded, seeming agitated.
"Then it won't matter if you tell me."
"It also won't matter if I don't."
"Yes it will," you replied firmly.
"How?" he queried.
"I'm a nosy little bitch who gets violent if not told every little thing," Jen stated.
"You can say that again," he said, rolling his eyes. He had gotten a lot better about his temper.
"Or, I can just prove it," she declared, stepping in front of him with a dangerous glint in her eye.
Harry glared at Jen and said, or rather yelled, "Look, it's not important, so just drop it! Honestly, do you not trust that I would tell you if it was important enough? Do you really think I'm that stupid?" Okay, so his attitude hasn't gotten that much better.
Jen rolled her eyes and replied, "For the most part, I don't think you're stupid. However, at this particular moment in time, you happen to be acting like a bit of a git. I already told you, I'm nosy. Plus, the way you're looking at me makes it seem like it has something to do with me. Now even though for the most part, I enjoy fighting, I think it would be a better idea if we both just stopped yelling right now. If Dudley or one of his friends hears us, I'll have a whole group of gits to deal with." Harry just looked at her for a bit, but eventually nodded.
The two teenagers continued down the sidewalk, finally making it into Jen's house. "Alright, what kind of cookies do you wanna make?" she asked, hoping Harry would follow the suit and not be angry.
"Which do you want to make?" he asked; his tone wasn't happy, but it wasn't pissed off either. I guess indifferent is better than angry, for now at least.
"How about chocolate-chip, chocolate-chunk, white-chocolate cookies?"
"I don't know, you think there's enough chocolate in them?" he responded somewhat sarcastically. Still, he seemed to be in an increasingly better mood.
"Well, if there's not, we can always add more." This time he chuckled.
After a few hours, a little stirring, a little baking, a little cleaning, and a gigantic flour-fight later, the pair was in an overall good mood. "I think you got flour in my ear, Jen," Harry stated, sticking a finger in and moving it around, attempting to remove the excess flour.
"I think you got flour up my nose," she responded, acting like she was about to inspect the area with her finger as Harry was doing in his ear. Harry gave a quick chuckle and playfully shoved Jen's arm; she did the same to him. The two finished cleaning and relaxed with a glass of milk each to enjoy the spoils of their effort. It ended up taking longer than the had thought it would, so long that the sun was nowbeggining to set.
"That was actually pretty fun," Harry said, sounding happyish; it was the most happy he'd seemed the entire time he and Jen had known each other.
She smiled and replied, "Yep, and now you get to deal with me when I'm sugar-high."
"Oh, goody," Harry said while rolling his eyes. Jen got up and started heading for the door. "Where are you going?" Harry asked, sounding worried.
"I am going for a walk," she replied.
"Why?" Why did he seem so worried?
"I enjoy walking, it keeps me from being even more violent than usual," she stated honestly.
"I really don't think that's a good idea."
"Why?" Now it was Jen's turn to ask, and if he wasn't going to tell her, she wasn't going to bother with listening. Jen already had a pretty good idea why he was worried, and it wasn't something she was worried about in the least.
"Jen," Harry now sounded exasperated. Jen heaved a large sigh and headed out the door.
"You're welcome to come along," she called as she exited the house.