Howdy, y'all! Sorry this one took so long to be posted, but it went through several re-writes before I was happy with it, so here you go. If it's not perfect, it's already 12, and as you all know, my higher brain functioning begins to shut off at around 9. Anyways, same deal with the song...I don't want to risk getting this story (and my account) deleted, so I didn't put all of the lyrics of the song into the story (I sneakily left out the chorus, which is at the beginning of the chapter. hehe). To be honest, I don't know if lyrics are banned or whatever, but better safe than sorry.

Oh, and thanks for all the reviews! They made me very happy and inspired me to write more. :-D hint, hint...

And, there won't be another update until the beginning of next month, as I am being whisked away to New York for a (hopefully not as lame as it sounds)family reunion! But I promise that the next ficlet will be extra-good to make up for the wait.

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Summary: Both Kid Flash and Jinx are suffering a very bad day. But venting to a seemingly total stranger at a coffee shop helps to make it better. KF/Jinx

Disclaimer: Hold on for a moment while I try to come up with a clever disclaimer...wait...wait...no, I got nothing. I don't own the Teen Titans, only my televisedKF/Jinx fluffiness-deprived mind. Sigh.


'Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day…

-Bad Day, Daniel Powter


Jinx

"Kid Flash, I will barbeque you and feed you to cannibals!" I feel myself wanting to scream as I attempt to step off the subway after stupidly allowing about 30 other people to cut in front of me, only to find that my boot is glued to the floor by a giant wad of gum.

A few people look down at me quizzically as I struggle to un-stick myself from the dirty ground before the doors close and I have to take another round trip around the freaking city. I want to zap them all, and sick evil minions on them, and tie their shoelaces together, and—

Calm down, Jinx, I tell myself, trying to count to ten, although it's not working. I really am jinxed. It's been like this all day.

I start muttering a bunch of curse words to myself in a steady stream and more people shoot dirty looks at me. Finally, I resolve to stand and take a giant step, hoping that will be able to wrench my boot free from the Gum-Wad of Death.

So I force myself up and take a giant lurching step all the way outside, and my foot comes free. "Yes!" I nearly shout to no one in particular as I let my newly-liberated foot come to a rest outside the subway doors. They close, and the train starts to move a little as I turn my gaze downwards to observe the damage that might have been done to my boots, only to realize…

…that it wasn't my boot that came flying free from the gum. I look up in horror as the train gains momentum and disappears into a dark tunnel, and scream.

My cries of "SHIT!" cause almost everybody waiting on the platform to turn and stare at the pink-haired chick wearing only one shoe who is screaming at the top of her lungs at the now long-gone train.

After a few angry mothers usher away their wide-eyed children, I turn my attention back to my one sock-clad foot that is making it difficult for me to stay balanced, a result of standing in only one heel.

Finally, after a few more moments of cursing, I just sigh and make my way out of the subway station, limping slightly and probably tearing a bunch of holes in my sock. I'm too angry at my stupid boot stuck in the stupid gum on the stupid subway to watch where I'm going…

…so naturally, after taking one step out the door of the station my sock-clad foot lands in a 6-inch-deep puddle with a resounding Splash! , sending water crashing up the leg of my jeans.

I feel it before I see it; cold, murky water wets my already-tortured foot, and my sock is instantly soaked. I groan and curse a couple thousand times, causing a number of new cracks to form along the sidewalk, as I bend down to examine the damage done, strands of my pink hair falling free from my ponytail and landing in my eyes.

As soon as I bend over, I can hear a crash of thunder somewhere in the distance, coming perhaps from somewhere behind the busy city's skyline. I stop where I am, looking as if the thunder had caught me in the act; I pray a few moments, hoping against all odds that the weather won't turn against me as well—

—so, of course it does. A fat droplet lands somewhere on the back of my neck, and then another, and suddenly a torrent of rain comes down, scattering the many citizens of Star City into nearby stores in hopes of escaping the downpour.

I immediately grab for my bag as I cough a little. Great, I think to myself, so now I'm sick. That's just freaking great! With one hand trying to shield my head from the shower and the other rummaging around in my bag hanging loosely over my shoulder, I know that I must look like the biggest idiot in the world. I turn my head over my bag desperately, dreading to find that—

--I left my umbrella at home.

This is the worst day of my entire life.

And with that hated thought in mind, I break into the angriest and fastest limping run that I can manage as I head for my crappy studio about 12 blocks away.

And even though I shouldn't blame him, I can't help but screaming, "KID FLASH, YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!"


Kid Flash

I cough a little and rain obscures my vision as I grope around the ground, forcing myself to get up as I hear an annoying laugh a few feet away from me, accompanied by a taunting "Until next time, Kid Flash," and a subsequent Poof as that stupid time-traveler Warp disappears.

…I can't believe that I let Warp blind sight me! The idiot added exploding pellets to his utility belt, which I didn't know until after he threw them in my face. I punch the ground angrily, which I never do, so I guess I can't be surprised that the growing group of curious civilians who heard an explosion and came to watch are looking at me funny.

"Mr. Kid Flash! Mr. Kid Flash, did you just get beated up?" a little red-headed kid holding onto his mom's hand asks me, eyes wide.

Oh yeah. I instinctively put my red-gloved hand over my very well-toned stomach (which the ladies love, by the way), covering a shallow but long gash that resulted from being nicked with a knife that I didn't know Warp had.

A few teenage girls in the crowd swoon and cry out, and I vaguely hear a few "Kid Flash! Ohmigod, are you okay!"

I think I'm getting a headache…I am overworking myself. And I just got beaten up. Plus I miss Jinx, and this has been the worst day of my life.

"I'm fine, thanks, ladies," I assure them as I gain momentum and speed away. As I run, the rain seems to have frozen in the air as I dodge stationary cars as I sprint through the city.

There is almost no energy left in my body. I am so worn-down…I haven't gotten any sleep in the past week, as crime has been at an all-time high lately, even though the Titans are back. Well, that's a lie…on Monday I was so tired that I fell asleep for five minutes in an alley, only to find an astonished garbage man poking at me stupidly and asking if I was dead (to which I replied, "Yes, I am, now bury me already!" before running off).

And I've been on the run ever since, literally, stopping only for a few minutes before carrying on. I hear another buzzing on my communicator, indicating that yet another problem needs my much vied-for attention.

"Dammit," I growl to myself as I get my foot caught in a manhole that I assume was abandoned for the day due to the rain. As I struggle to pull myself out, my buzzing communicator slips out from the underside of my belt and falls into the manhole. I freeze for a moment before hearing a faint crashing at the bottom of the manhole, followed by a fizzing, short-circuited electrical type noise and then silence. Dammit.

Forget it, you've got other problems to deal with, let the police take care of this one, I tell myself as I plant my hands firmly on the ground as I hoist my leg out of the hole and fall back onto the busy street. A car nearly runs me over as I pull back on the red boot that nearly fell into the depths of the manhole, steady myself and run with decreasing speed to the alley next to my apartment building.

Jinx…dammit, I wish you were here, I think to myself as I force myself to use whatever speed is left in my body to sprint to my 3rd-story apartment, closing my door behind me at light-speed and collapsing against it, pulling my cowl down and letting it hang at my shoulders like a hood.

As soon as my door clicks shut, I hear the super-computer in my lab beep a few times, indicating that I have a few messages. I muster all of my currently-nonexistent strength and take a step forward before I hear a resounding knocking on my door. Stupidly, I turn on my heel and open it, only allowing my unmasked face to appear from behind the door, coming face-to-face with the apartment owner.

"Rent's overdue!" he yells happily, as if his happiness depended on how much interest I owed him.

"I'm sorry," I tell him sighing, pushing firmly against the door as the fat man tries to push his way into my room. Normally, the sighing and adorably tired Kid Flash forces people to take pity on me and give me whatever I want. Too bad that only works when I'm being Kid Flash, and when I'm trying to charm a girl as opposed to my fat apartment owner. "I'll get it to you as soon as I can."

"I need it by Friday, or I'm doubling interest!" he shouts in delight, turning around and walking down the hall as I slam the door shut and walking towards my computer and falling into the chair.

"Welcome, Kid Flash," says an electronic voice as I push some red hair out of my eyes.

"Computer, retrieve file A-12, 2213," I say clearly, hoping—no, praying—that something will have turned up today.

"File A-12, 2213 opened. No new information found."

I groan and sigh as I use a lot of expendable energy that I don't have to stamp the floor childishly. If Aunt Iris could see me now, she would flip out. I haven't been this immature in…well, I'm always pretty immature, just not this immature.

Dammit, Jinx! Where the hell are you? File A-12, 2213 is her file. I haven't seen her in about a month, because of this stupid wave of crime that just swept Star City up into craziness. I want to see Jinx badly, but after she let me go free from Madame Rouge she just vanished. A week after our last meeting, I successfully stopped a bank robbery attempted by the H.I.V.E. Five, only to find that Jinx wasn't with them, and there have been no accounts of her involved in any crime since. She quit! And I am so incredibly proud of her, which I'm sure she knows. So why didn't she come to me?

You kind of just abandoned her, Kid, says the annoying subconscious I wish I didn't have. What if she tried to find you, but you were too busy to make time for her?

I hang my head, hoping that's not true. My ego has taken waaay too many hits these past few weeks. I haven't been fighting as well, or running as fast, since Jinx went missing. And I don't think my mile time will be improving until I see her beautiful face again.

"Try again, Computer. Widen search field. Scan for…any girl with pink hair or eyes," I sigh, having tried all other possibilities with no matches.

"Ask nicely," says the electronic computer.

…….

"Ask nicely." ASK NICELY!

"I TELL YOU WHAT TO DO, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!" I scream at the computer, wondering when it started thinking for itself.

"Fine. Be that way," comes the flat, mechanical voice as my freaking super computer shuts itself off.

"ARGH!" I scream, standing up and kicking the concrete-encased computer stupidly, my toe immediately starting to throb as I start hopping around, wondering how quickly my neck will snap and kill me if I hang myself from a chandelier.

As I hobble out of the door, cursing uncharacteristically, I swear I can hear the noise of a mechanical voice laughing at me from my lab.

Reaching my bathroom, I peel off my costume all the way, examining my stubbed toe momentarily (my super-fast metabolism having already taken care of my stab-wound) before stepping in front of my mirror to get a good look at my worn face.

Is that what I think it is…?

Ahh, no…

I take a closer look at myself in the mirror, my eyes never leaving the part of my forehead that is visible between my hair and eyebrows.

That's just freaking great, I curse to myself. On top of everything else, I now have the mother of all zits.

I take a closer look…is it…pulsing?

…..Ew.

Groaning, I step into my shower and allow the hot water to numb all of my brain processes.

I am never this angry, or this tired, or this pathetic.

This has been the worst day ever.


Jinx

"Ms. Rose Gallagher? You have mail," says the pudgy, over-manicured lady sitting at the reception desk eating her Lean Cuisine spaghetti in the badly-lit lobby of my stupid-ass studio apartment building, clearly not noticing the death glare I'm sending her.

She looks up at me when I don't say anything and immediately smirks and tries to hide her face, gasping for breath before coming up to say, "What happened to you?"

I continue to glare at her, and for a moment I worry that I melted my room key that is currently in my prune-y hand. She should know that when a soaking wet, one-shoed, pink-haired, angry-looking resident of the crappiest apartment in the city shows up in your lobby, you don't ask how she got that way (unless you have a death wish).

I instead march over to her, my effing wet sock making a sick squelching noise on the flecked marble, grab the letters she holds out to me and march straight to my room, which is conveniently located next to the janitor's closet.

I hear another smirk coming from behind me, followed shortly by a surprised "Aah!" as the receptionist lady's Lean Cuisine spaghetti slips unluckily off her fork and onto her pink shirt, staining it instantly with spaghetti sauce. It's my turn to smirk now; instant pain gratification is all I want in life.Is that so much to ask for?

As I fumble with the keys in my hand, trying to open my door, I can feel my stack of mail about to slip from under my arm and onto the floor. Finally, after turning the lock a couple of times and hearing it click, I push myself inside and shut the door behind me, closing all 7 locks before tripping over the stupid rug that came with the place and falling to my butt, losing grip of my mail and bag at the same time. The letters fan out all over the place, and upon second glance, I notice that they're bills—all of them.

"SHIT!" I yell to myself, hearing an unintentionally-hexed window shattering somewhere in the house, and knowing that eventually I'll have to pay for that, too. I still can't always control my powers, but I'm getting better at it. As I begin to collect the bills from my place on the rug, another droplet of water falls onto my head and I look up, noticing the leak in my ceiling for the first time.

This is too much. "Screw it!" I nearly scream before ditching my letters, bag, key and all my clothes at the inside of the door as I make a beeline for the shower, which, unsurprisingly, is left with only cold water after everyone else on my floor has taken their showers.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRGH!"


Kid Flash

My shower only takes about 45 seconds total, so I use the remaining half hour that most people spend showering, sleeping. I actually walk to my bed before reaching out to collapse onto it—

But, because I am me and today is the worst day of my life, I miscalculate the distance and fall straight on the floor, albeit in a rather macho, manly way.

Damn depth perception.

"Dammit!" I curse, picking myself up and rubbing my abused nose and body before pushing myself onto the bed it, and as soon as I'm down, I'm dead. I fall asleep almost instantly.

……….And, almost too soon, I wake up again. I'm fully recharged, but I have no interest in getting back to work. Instead, I check back in on my super-computer (which is still infuriatingly blank) before carefully walking back to my room in order to avoid tripping and pulling on my oldest, most comfortable jeans and Star City Track and Field sweatshirt, topped off with (in the words of my aunt Iris) "the most evilly hideous beanie to ever terrorize mankind." It's not that bad, really, but it's orange, which is probably why it looks so freaking bad.

… I almost leave before I remember. Running back to the bathroom, I search my cabinet at super-speed for a Looney Toons-emblazoned band-aid (Aunt Iris has yet to realize that the cartoon band-aids stopped being funny a loooong time ago) and slap it on my forehead, hoping that the Evil Zit won't be so noticeable. I pull my beanie a little lower over it, flattening my orange hair over the band-aid, just in case.

I look I don't really care, so I grab a couple of bucks and an umbrella and head down to the lobby on my way out.

"RENT IS DUE!" shouts the owner, cackling maniacally as he comes out of nowhere and chases me out the door, chucking a clipboard at me. I use my reflexes to dodge it, and after putting a good distance between me and him, I continue to walk to the best eatery in the city, trying to control the urge to drown myself in a puddle.


Jinx

That's IT, I'VE HAD IT!

As soon as the cold water shuts off (didn't I tell you that this was the worst, and sadly, only, studio they had available?), I wrap myself in a raggedy towel and walk to my crappy room, carefully avoiding the notorious spots where the carpet is ripped and will trip you.

My hair has always dried fast, and for the first time today, I'm glad. I tried dyeing it a couple of weeks back in hopes of making my disguise as Rose Gallagher more convincing, but the first time I washed it afterwards, all of the color came out and I figured that the pink hair just couldn't be hidden. I pull on some jeans and my most comfortable sweater, this time remembering my umbrella, and start heading towards my favorite diner, Delia's. Her coffee always cheers me up, but let's all hope that that's motivation enough to keep me from stabbing myself with the pointy end of my umbrella.

…Although I really should wait to stab Kid Flash with my umbrella, seeing as it was him who got me into this mess in the first place. I mean, I let him convince me to quit my life as a villainess. He showed me a whole new opportunity, and I took it. As soon as I told See-More goodbye, I set out to look for him, but I couldn't find him. I snuck back into the Headquarters later to grab my stuff, and then wandered around the city, homeless, for a few days before finally wising up enough to realize that Kid Flash forgot about me.

Ever since, I've been out of the public eye, living my life as Rose Gallagher, impersonator extraordinaire. I really have gotten very good at impressions, I have to admit. I've been practicing ever since I just disappeared from the H.I.V.E. Five headquarters about a month and a half ago. At first I was Virginia Thompson, then Jinny Lee—I even ordered a Frappuccino under the name "Sarah N. Dipity" once. And after going through a lot of names, putting the H.I.V.E. off my trail, never staying in one place for too long…I settled into Rose Gallagher, ordinary girl who's down on her luck.

Really, really down on her luck.

...I don't know why I chose to stick with "Rose", but I think it suits me. And maybe, just maybe, if on the off-chance Kid Flash hadn't forgotten about me, he would think to look me up under that name.

…Dammit. I have no resolve to speak of. I can't decide whether I want to curse Kid Flash to hell or let him take me to heaven.

But I can't think about that now. As I put my umbrella in the stand at the door, I enter the shop and join the line, already knowing what I'm going to order, and only hoping that all the good seats aren't taken by the time I get to the front.

It takes a few minutes, but I finally get my favorite spot at the counter, my first bit of good luck in about a week. Delia, the owner of the restaurant who's become my friend, walks over to me, immediately noticing how troubled and tired I look, and starts talking.

"Rose, honey, are you alright?" Her eyes are showing genuine concern, and I'm grateful that she cares.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just having…a really, really bad day," I tell her as she hands me a steaming mug of hot coffee before I even order it, knowing my preferences well.

"Trust me, doll, I know too well what you're talking about," Delia says sympathetically before patting me gently on the shoulder. "It's on the house," she adds, smiling, as I reach to grab some money from my jeans pocket.

"Thanks," I tell her gratefully, and she winks at me before walking off to help another customer.

I sip my coffee in silence for a few minutes, pondering my predicament; I'm going to need to get a job soon, I can't keep accepting free coffee. Maybe I could work here? Delia would definitely give me a job. But I don't know how long a low-income job like this would afford my crappy apartment, once all of the H.I.V.E. Five's account that I emptied has run out.

"Stupid, stupid Kid Flash,"I whisper to myself bitterly as a freckly, red-haired guy about my age walks over.

"Is it alright if I sit here?" he asks me, sounding just as depressed as I am.


Kid Flash

"Sure," she says in reply, allowing me to take the seat next to her. She didn't even really look up when she said it, as she's staring fixedly at her coffee, as if determined not to be miserable.

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

"Rough day?" she asks me, turning her astoundingly bright eyes to look directly into mine, her expression smug.

"Is it that obvious?" I reply, kind of laughing, allowing myself to see the humor (well, irony) in my own words, words that would have come out more confident and adorable if I were Kid Flash. But I'm not Kid Flash right now.

They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

"Just a little," she says, brightening up a little as she takes a sip of her coffee.

"Says you," I counter, glad that I haven't lost my sense of humor completely. "You look like a train wreck."

"That's a great pick-up line. How many dates have you gotten using that one?" she quips, a very small, very reminiscent-of-Jinx, mischievous smile tugging on her lips.

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
"More than you'd think," I say carefully as I order a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a big sandwich from Delia, the diner owner, who I've gotten to know since I become a regular here for my sugar fixes over the past few months.

She drinks her café au lait contently before turning back to face me. I match her gaze for a moment, and her eyes rest on my forehead. "What happened?" she asks, her bright eyes amused, her finger pointing to my band-aid. "I haven't seen a bad-aid like that since I was 9 years old."

You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on

I chuckle a little. "You really want to know?" I ask her, my eyebrow quirked. She nods interestedly and I sigh. "That band-aid is the grave marker of the mother of all zits," I tell her seriously and she suddenly convulses, nearly spewing her coffee all over the place as she begins laughing to herself into her cup. She giggles for a few more seconds before calming down.

"What's so funny?" I ask her, confused, and not really up for the ridicule, as it's been a bad day. Normally, I only let Jinx give me crap for stupid stuff, but I like this girl. She reminds me so so much of Jinx that I'll let her get away with it.

"You," she says, offering no more than that. We smile at each other and return to our coffee.

There is a moment of silence, before, "So why do you look so miserable?" she asks me, peering at me between sips.


I let out a long sigh before answering. I want to tell her the truth. I'd tell anyone the truth right now, if it offered some relief.

"There's…someone I keep trying to track down, but I can't find her. And I keep getting my arse kicked by a bunch of idiots," I smile, hoping my eyes don't give away how fake my grin is. She nods and takes another sip. "How about you?"


She rolls her eyes at no one in particular before turning back to me, saying, "I don't know…I'm trying to rebuild myself, and it's just been a sucky, awful, no-good, very bad day."

I laugh in spite of myself, and she soon joins in, both of us finding relief in our own misery.

Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

"I know the feeling," I tell her, and she laughs again, then smiles one of the prettiest smiles I've ever seen in my life. "I'm Wally, by the way," I tell her, offering my hand as Delia sets down a steaming mug of hot chocolate and a big sandwich in front of me.

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong

"Rose," she replies simply, shaking my hand and smiling some more. Rose. Rose. Could it be…?

"That's a pretty name, Rose," I tell her, hoping she can't see my goofy-looking grin.


Nah, she can't be Jinx,
I tell myself. Jinx is the only girl in the world I've met who has completely rejected my advances, ridiculed me, beaten me up, and still made me feel like she's worth the world. Rose doesn't seem to mind the flirting, and although she's not Jinx, I'm starting to like her quite a bit.

You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

"Thanks," she says, turning back to her coffee. "I like it, too."

I smile at her before examining my sandwich.

"Hey, could you pass the mustard? This looks a little dry."

Jinx hands me the mustard nonchalantly, not looking up from her coffee, as if totally expecting it. "What the mess, Speed-o?" she asks me softly.

So it is her! Who says she brings bad luck?


Jinx

"Hey, Jinx," he whispers back, his voice calm but his eyes excited. …So…he did recognize me? "Fancy meeting you here."

"Shh, don't call me that!" I scold him. "I'm 'Rose' now, remember?"

And the dufus just grins goofily back at me. "Very nice name. I wonder, how did you choose 'Rose'?" he asks, although he already knows the answer. I can feel myself blushing.

I choose to ignore him. "So where've you been?" I try to make it sound as if I don't really care, but because he's Kid Flash, he knows that I do.

"Looking for you, coincidentally," he tells me, realizing that this is going to have to be an ordinary conversation between two civilians. "Crime rate went up right after you let me go, but I spent all my free time trying to find you. It's like you just disappeared."

"Took your advice," I respond. I don't want to believe him. Sometimes self-pity is more bearable than an ugly truth. But he's never once lied to me. "Ditched the H.I.—the losers I hung out with. I have an apartment a few blocks from here."

"Really? Me too," he responds, and our eyes meet.

There's silence for a moment, before…

"It's really nice to see you again, Jin—Rose. I've missed you," he tells me, his voice sincere (or as sincere as it can sound in mid-bite).

So where is the passion when you need it the most?
Oh you and I…
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

I sigh. I can't deny it any more. "Me, too," I tell him, my voice letting him know that I've given up trying to hate him. There's silence again, but I hate silences. "But I'm here now," I tell him.

"Okay," he replies, a smile forming across his face. Then he looks at me searchingly, before smirking as he says, "Had a bad day?"

I allow myself a small chuckle. "You have no idea."

Before I can continue, he drops his voice, and leans into my ear, whispering "Hey, listen…"

After hearing him out, I nod my head. We both leave a couple of dollars on the counter (even though Delia said it was on the house, and I know she'll give it back to me next time I stop by) and head out of the diner.

You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time?

He holds the door open for me and I step outside, waiting for him to emerge from the restaurant as well before walking down the street. As soon as I step out, I notice that the rain has stopped. There's no sun visible just yet, but I know that it'll be around tomorrow. The air is noticeably fresher, like it always is after a storm.

You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Had a bad day….

As we take off down the sidewalk, I can feel Kid Flash discreetly taking hold of my hand and squeezing it a little, intertwining our fingers. I look up at him, but he smiles back at me, as if to say, I dare you not to tell me to stop.

I decide that he knows me waaaay too well. Who am I to resist a challenge?

And we continue down the street, not knowing exactly where we're headed, but taking the risk anyway. As we do, we laugh and joke and compare our bad luck, and I begin to realize that maybe it wasn't such a bad day after all.


So? What did you think? I envisioned it differently, but I couldn't seem to get it all the way there, but I figured it's gone through too many re-writes and it's not going to get much better. But whatever, I'll write better ones in the near future to make up for this one, although I'm not completely dissatisfied at how it turned out.

...And NOW guess what! It's review time! Everyone huddle up and click on the nice purple button that says "Submit review" and make me happy (therefore guaranteeing more Jinx/KF one-shot ficlets for your reading pleasure). Thanks to all, and to all a good night.

...sorry. i cannot pull it off. i will no longer attempt to alter a quote for my own amusement. I apologize.

XOXO

Cara the SuperDuperHulaHooper