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This is story number thirty-three. It was requested by tinaelin27.

Jen and Kira

by

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

Jen hummed happily as she polished the desk she was sitting at. For the fourth day in a row, she had convinced the others to let her be in charge of signing up new customers for Nick of Time Odd Jobs. Not that it wasn't easy with those dimwits. All she had to do was create a long complicated form and make it a rule that all new customers had to fill it out before being able to use their repair services. She told them that whoever was at the desk would have to help the customers with each item on the form. With that, the others were more than eager to do all the physical work and leave her with the seemingly overwhelming paperwork. Luckily for her, none of them had actually looked through the twenty page application. Otherwise, they would've realized it was just gobbledygook with a spot for the customers to sign at the end.

Now, she had all the free time she wanted to ponder a very serious decision she would eventually need to make: how to convince Alex and Wes that she should travel back and forth between both times to ensure a ...uh...positive relationship...between the present and the future.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling. Jen looked up from her spit shining as the door opened. "Welcome to Nick of Time Odd Jobs," she announced to the young teenaged girl. "May I help you?"

Kira looked around furtively. Then she stepped up to the counter and put a garbage bag on it. "Shhh, not so loud. If I get caught, I'll really be in trouble. They might ground me or, worse yet, make me wear another of those pukey pink frilly dresses and have me sing cutesy songs for my grandparents yet again. Do you know what it's like to be fourteen and still be forced to sing 'Good Ship Lollipop?'"

Jen who had gone back to rubbing the desk in boredom answered absent mindedly. "Do you know what it's like to be twenty and not be able to get the two men you love together for a menage a ...Oh!" she looked up at the now gaping girl. "I mean uh...ummm...oh just get on with it so I can get back to what I was doing."

"Yeah," mumbled Kira as she attempted to unknot the bag, "I'm sure that spot isn't shiny enough." She gave up on the knot and ripped the bag open. "Can you do something with this?" she asked as she dumped out the pieces.

"Sure" replied Jen as she gathered up the wood pieces and splinters. She walked over to the fireplace in the back of the room. "It has been getting a bit chilly in here."

"NO!" hollered Kira as she rushed over there. "I mean can you fix my guitar?"

Jen stared at her. "Oh, is that what this was? No wonder you're going to get in trouble. You really should take better care of your things."

Kira rolled her eyes. "It's not MY fault. It's those dumb boys." She sighed, those boys were dumb, but they were also cute. Not that she'd admit that out loud. It'd ruin the laid back reputation she was trying to develop. "All I did was take my guitar to the park. I mean I know Dad said not to because it used to belong to my grandmother and as it was supposed to rain. He didn't want it to get ruined."

"So, why did you take it then?"

"Are you kidding?" asked Kira. "Don't you know how cool it looks to sit on a picnic table and look like you're trying to come up with a new song?"

"Uh, if you say so." Jen walked back to the counter and picked up one of the forms. "I guess it's also 'cool' to smash it into a thousand pieces as well. I'll have to send someone out for extra krazy glue and it'll probably take my team most of the day to piece it together. But, if you would just sign this form we can..."

Kira glared at Jen in frustration. "I said it wasn't my fault. I was just sitting there, playing when this stupid soccer ball came flying and smacked right into my guitar, knocking it out of my hands."

"Wow," said Jen as she offered Kira a pen. "That must have been a very strong kick to have done that much damage to your guitar."

Kira groaned as she grabbed the pen. "It didn't. But when I put it on the table to go after that tall doofus who had cracked it, some geek sat down and smashed his laptop on top of it. He was so absorbed in some dumb computer game he wasn't even paying attention."

Jen nodded, impatient to get rid of this girl. An idea had just popped into her head. If she played her cards right, not only would she get Wes and Alex, but Lucas, Trip, and Eric as well. Not that she was really interested in the others, but a complete victory would boost her status and remind the others that she, and not Wes, was team leader. "Ah, I see. Well, if you would just sign here..."

"Then, if that wasn't bad enough," continued Kira as she picked up the form, "while I was knocking that dweeb on the head with his stupid laptop, some other nutjob jumped up on my table and sat on my guitar. He was so busy sketching the fountain in the middle of the lake that he also wasn't paying attention." Kira frowned at the pages in her hand. "This thing doesn't even make any sense. What kind of idiot wrote this?"

"Oh, it's just legalese," lied Jen. "Never mind, I'm sure we can get your guitar repaired without it. Of course, you'll lose the ten percent discount." If Kira didn't sign the form then the others would probably decide that the paperwork was unnecessary and she'd have to go back to helping with the repairs.

"Fine, fine," grumbled Kira as she signed the form. "I can't wait until I become famous and can afford to just buy a new guitar whenever I want."

"Uh huh," said Jen. "More likely you'll just end up frying burgers after graduation." She took the signed papers. "I guess that last guy must've been a real porker to have crushed your guitar so bad...yeeeeeooooowwww!" she screeched as the chair smashed against her.

"Actually," retorted Kira in a phony sweet voice as she snatched the papers back and ripped them up, "His butt only crushed it a little. But I got so mad at those jerks that I finished the job on their hard heads."

Jen rubbed her sore shoulder in confusion. "But you said..."

"You know what?" continued Kira, still irked over Jen's burger comment. "I'll just go sing at the local bar and make some extra cash for a new guitar. It'll be faster than getting that old thing fixed anyway." With that, she grabbed all the wood pieces and tossed the former heirloom into the fireplace and stomped out of the building.

"Come again!" called Jen. She sat back down and resumed her polishing. "Hey!" she exclaimed to herself. "I really can see my reflection in this desk."