Chapter 13: Hell Hath No Fury
Disclaimer: read chapter 1
(Jazz's POV)
After the traumatic morning, the girls and I returned to the Bella home and helped ourselves with drinks. Specifically, alcohol in our blood stream. Well, only Fat Amy and I enjoyed margarita ice pops. Legacy refused to relive her sealed fate because of the peer pressure, not that I don't blame her.
My mind couldn't help but wonder how I am going to approach Beca. Should I be rational and hear her out, just as the girls suggested? Or lose my mind and beat the crap out of her... again? After all, she did cheat on my brother.
We talked and waited for Beca to come home. Minutes turned to hours. We spent time eating ice pops, while watching the news about a taxi driver getting arrested for vehicular assault in the first degree. It didn't take a genius to figure out who was the driver. The man insisted that three more girls were involved, but the police ignored him, assuming that the girls were just as victims as the old lady. Hopefully, that would be the end of their law breaking chapter, and the end of Legacy's panic attacks. Poor girl. First year as a Bella and she was already a convicted felon. There's no way she could live it down. But she decided to join the Bellas, and if she didn't know already that the Bellas had a reputation. What was our reputation? Being the best acapella group in the country with a bad shit happening to us.
But we were the Bellas.
Just like my leadership teacher in high school said, "We are all different. Whether it was based on gender, race, talent, opinion; but together, we are a tribe. A tribe that can be unstoppable. A tribe that can break down the wall of Jericho." That woman maybe from the hood, but she has words of the wise.
As Legacy was going on and on about the Worlds, Fat Amy was coming close to dozing off, nearly dropping her fourth ice pop. However, I beat her to it. My eyes closed, snuggling into the couch, falling into unconsciousness.
...
I took a bow with my cast members. The roar of applause nearly made my heart burst into my chest. I have done it. I have danced in Broadway. The second the curtain dropped, we all dismissed to go to the after party. I headed to the dresser's room to get my belongings and remove my make up.
The second the door opened, the scenery changed.
It wasn't a row of mirrors and seats, crowding the narrow space. Instead it was a room fit for one person. A star. I knew it couldn't possibly be me. I was a dancer, a backup dancer.
Its decoration was 1800's not twenty-first century. Pictures of actresses in black and white were hanging on the walls. The table was marble covered in antique jewelry, a picture of my grandmother - Abby - dancing when she was a child, roses in a vase, and a circular mirror that revealed my change of form. There I was, standing in a ball gown not in my belly dancing attire, with a flora robe silk to the touch. My hair was permed, pulled back halfway with a headband placed on top. Pearl necklace and ruby earrings decorated my features, as well as my flawless makeup. This was familiar.
The second I looked back down on the table, the items disappeared, replaced with a black box wrapped neatly with a white bow to the side. The second I touched it, the music intensified. A melody that I knew so well. I didn't know why, but I couldn't help but open my mouth to sing.
"Beneath the opera house, I know he's there..." I opened the box to reveal a white masquerade mask with a peach bow and rose to the side as well as a gold lace around the edges of the mask. "He's with me on the stage. He's with me everywhere."
I faced the mirror, putting on the masquerade mask.
"And when my song begins..." The lights from the room above began to flicker, darkening the room. "I always find..." I rose from my seat to look around for the door to leave. "The phantom of the opera is there..." The door was replaced by another mirror that brightened itself, revealing a tunnel. "Inside my mind." Knowing there was no other way out, I followed through the mirror.
(Song: Phantom of the Opera Techno Remix)
The second I entered the music began to have an upbeat, changing the classic song into a remix. I wanted to dance along, but my legs wouldn't let me. It was as if they were under a spell.
Deeper into the tunnel was the wall of candles. I took a step forward, only to jump back as the torches tossed into the other side of the brick wall. The torches twirled gracefully into the tune.
"Jasmine... Jasmine..."
That voice. It called my name. A whisper. I didn't know who was calling me, but my fingers crossed for Gerard Butler. I can almost see myself face to face with the Phantom. Him. Me. His silky red, fluffy swan bed. I mentally slapped myself for having a dirty mind like Fat Amy's. However, any fangirl can dream, can't she?
"Jasmine, I am your angel. Sing for me."
I crawled under the candle act, avoiding the burns. Each light I passed, it snuffed itself. As I made it pass that obstacle, a light shined on a swirly set of steps. I hurried down, nearly stumbling, using the wall as support.
"In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came. That voice it calls to me and speaks my name."
"Jasmine. Jasmine."
The light immediately darkened behind me as a bunch of blue and white laser beams shoot at random directions. Its light shined on a river boat with a dark cloaked figure holding the oar. It was my guide. But was he my phantom? I hopped onto the boat, and ripped the hood off, revealing a skeleton head with headphones on.
I scoffed, yanking the oar from him. "Give me that!" I turned with the end of the oar knocking the skeleton man out the boat. My eyes widened at the splash, mumbling my apologies before continuing my destination.
"And do I dream again, for now I find..." I began rowing the boat towards the gate that opened by magic. "The Phantom of the opera is there, inside your mind."
The music continued to beat, while the laser beams continued shooting. A fog emerged from the water, blocking my view. I just continued singing and rowing with my life depended on it, listening to the voice calling my name.
"Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear."
"It's me they hear..."
My heart was ready to burst out of my chest when I heard his voice.
We began a duet.
"Your/My spirit and my/your voice in one combined... The Phantom of the Opera is there/here... Inside my/your mind..."
I could hear the beatbox along with the organ. Backup singers were echoing in the background. The fog became too much, I couldn't help but sneeze.
Finally.
I heard another gate open and saw candles rising from the water. They were still lit. How was that possible? The boat bumped a rocky stop, nearly pushing me off my seat. I had to use the oar to steady myself.
I looked around. The fog diminished slightly to reveal the scenery. The lair.
There candles, covered mirrors, a large organ. Just like the movie.
What nearly sent chills down my spine was the sight of him. Finally. No cape. No gloves. No tailored jacket. He had on the dark mask instead of white.
His white blouse unbuttoned half-way down, revealing the dark curls of his chest. A shame that his boots and trousers were still intact. I hurried out of the boat, not giving a fuck if the boat rocked the water in, soaking my dress and feet. His hand reached for mine, keeping me steady as I climbed up the rocks to get to him.
The music calmed down, playing one of Phantom classics. His voice soothed like a mother's lullaby, but it didn't calm my nerves or my horny mind.
"Let your mind start a journey to a strange, new world."
I closed my eyes, mentally crossing that from my task list.
"Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before."
Done.
"Let your soul take you where you belong to me!"
My breathing grew shallow as I felt him coming closer. His breath warmed my skin.
"And you live as you never lived before."
My grin grew so big up to the point of pain, but I didn't care. Here I was, standing face to face with the Phantom of the Opera himself. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, the second our hands entwined.
"My dear Jasmine," he cooed, running a hand down my rosy cheeks.
I gazed down at it, before lowering them to his bare, hairy chest. Out of self control, my free hand ran up and down the dark curls, letting out a giggle. I wouldn't be surprised if my body matched the red satin sheets of his bed.
His throat cleared, taking his free hand underneath my chin. He lifted it up, so I can meet his gaze. His blue eyes.
"My eyes are up here, perverser."
My eyes widened in alarm, recognizing the words and the accent that uttered them. He smirked when he saw the recognition in my eyes. This was not happening. Not him. Why him?
Before I could curse, or slap, or rip the mask off his face, water poured down my head, soaking my curls and dress, running my mascara.
"What the fuck!" I cried, smearing the make up and drops of water from my eyes. A gasp escaped me to see his fist reaching towards my face.
...
I winced, waking up with stinging pats against both my cheeks.
"Jazz, get up! Get up!"
I immediately feel drenched head to toe. Gazing up my friends - Fat Amy and Legacy - Fat Amy was the one with a cup in her hand.
"Why did you do that?" I asked.
Fat Amy shrugged, "Had to wake you up."
Honestly, I was glad that she woke me. The sight of Pieter lead me thoughts that should never be seen. However, I need to know why Fat Amy did it.
"Beca is home."
I perked at Legacy's revelation, "Really?"
"She got here an hour ago," she explained.
"What - Why didn't you guys wake me earlier?" I raised myself from the couch onto my feet.
"I was asleep," Fat Amy pointed at herself. "But Legacy, here, didn't want to disturb your peaceful slumber, though she didn't have a problem waking me up with Austin and Abby."
"It's Austin and Ally," Legacy corrected her sheepishly with an apologetic look in her quivering lips.
I rolled my eyes, rushing straight upstairs with my friends following behind me in stomps.
"J-Jazz, what are you going to say to her?" Legacy asked.
I didn't respond, reaching half-way. My head was pounding, my heart was racing, my stomach was churning. I honestly don't know what to say to her. All I know was that I was the lion, ready to devour my prey. Fat Amy pushed me and Legacy aside with a pair of high heeled sandals, wanting to have a front row seat for the show. The second Legacy and I reached the stairs, we tripped over Fat Amy, who tripped over a pile of Bella props. We groaned in unwanted pain.
Fat Amy commented how she was going to feel that the next day.
Legacy asked if I was alright.
Before I could say anything sarcastic...
"What are you guys doing?" another voice asked.
I raised my head to find my target, lying on the bed in her pj's. Picturing her on a bed brought me back unwanted memories. Like the time with her and Jesse. I refused to go there. I swiftly thought of Jesse and his melancholy face when I tell him about what transpired this morning. Beca and the bad afro man. Thinking about that disgusting transaction in the van and that small hickey on the side of her neck, I lost it. I saw nothing but red, hungry for blood. Her blood.
"Die!" I screeched.
There were screams, resistance, slaps. Beca couldn't find the words to react, not that I allowed her. I straddled her waist, smothering her with a pillow over her face, while she was kicking her feet and attempted to pull the pillow off her. Attempted. I didn't see my friends in horror as they tried to pull me away from the cheating tramp. Tried.
"You will pay, you cheap whore!"
"Cheap?" Fat Amy question out loud, "That chick has a designer bag from MK."
Beca continued to struggle, clawing my wrist, causing an immediate reaction from me. I looked down at my wrist that gave her just enough time to flip us off the bed and the pillow off her face. She inhaled sharply, while blocking my upcoming punches, even though she was on top of me.
"Jazz, stop! Stop!" Beca pleaded. She grabbed my wrists, pushing them over my head using body weight. As her hips raised over me, I took that opportunity to shin where it hurts. My tears clouded Beca's agape face, her glistened tears. All I can hear were cries as if she was in labor.
"Whoa," Fat Amy grumbled against Legacy's ear. "Right in the balls."
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(Song: Bad Blood - Taylor Swift)
"What is wrong with you, Jazz?!" Beca demanded for the thirteenth time, hissing from the Neosporin on her split up lip and claw marks on her cheek.
Legacy tended her injury, wincing an apology. Fat Amy was on the bed (on top of me was a technical term for it), blocking any chance to attack Beca. If she farts on me again, I swear I would-
"Answer me!" Beca commanded. "I was on my bed, minding my own business, and - you what? - you decided to stage fight. Is that it?"
"Uh, I think stage fighting is fake," Legacy corrected with averted eyes. "This seemed pretty real to..." Legacy trailed off as a pair of eyes met her eyes. She didn't look, but no doubt feel the heat to our gazes. "Sorry. N-Never mind."
Beca sent daggers back at me, "Well, I'm waiting! What do you have to say for yourself?!"
I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "Minding your business was all you ever did, slut." My voice was quiet, but it was heard crystal clear from the others.
"Excuse me?!" Beca pushed Legacy aside, standing up from the cream sofa covered with blankets. Winter was coming soon, I really need to grab the best one before the house freezes up. Last year I was stuck with the thin SpongeBob towel - not my style. Realizing I was off subject, nearly missing Beca's hungry eyes for blood. My blood.
"Okay," Fat Amy raised her hands up. "As much as I want to see girls rip each other's tits off, I would rather not be with my friends. Come on, guys. Team Bazz. One's a Beca and the other is a Jazz."
Beca and I scoffed, rolling our eyes.
"What Fat Amy is trying to say," Legacy continued for Fat Amy with a nervous grin. "Let's all take a deep breath and calmly and rationally assess this situation."
Beca and I stared down at each other with narrowed eyes, seeing if one of us would speak first.
"Better than that time with Jazz walking in on-"
"Shut up!" I snapped, sharply glaring at Fat Amy, attempting to push her off me. Attempting. This woman weighted a ton from all those margarita ice pops. Lying flat down in defeat, no longer feeling my lower half; I turned my head to the side, facing the enemy. "Fine. If you are not going to confess your sins, you dirty whore; I will."
"What?" Beca asked, clearly offended by the name calling.
"What?" I mocked her voice that immediately raised with anger. "I know that you lied to us, Beca. All of us knew. Your lies were becoming so unbelievable, it was sad."
Beca blinked, averting my gaze. "I don't know what you-"
"Don't even try!" My eyes casted at Legacy, "Emily, show her."
Legacy's eyes widened in alarm. Her jaw was clenching, hands were shaking as they pried the man's phone from her pocket.
Beca took notice that Legacy's phone wasn't really her phone, "Your mom finally let you upgrade?"
Legacy didn't respond, only hesitate to follow through my command.
"Do I... Do I have to?" she asked like a five year old child.
"Yes," I pressed. "Show her."
With a sigh of defeat, Legacy opened her new phone, turning her head away as she stuck her arm out, showing the video to Beca.
The brunette's posture slumped, eyes widened, and jaw dropped as she watched her afro man shaking and kicking his legs in the air. She immediately snatched the phone from Legacy, turning it off.
"You guys were spying on me," Beca declared.
"Well-" Fat Amy began, only cut off by me.
"You damn right, we did. Not like you didn't give us any reason not to. You cock sucking whore!"
"Okay!" Beca glanced at the phone, before shaking her head in denial. First thing a cheater does. "That's not. That's not at all what it looks like!"
"From the look on the guy's face says otherwise, Beca!" I snapped.
"I swear to god it's not what that is, Jazz!" Beca angrily slammed the phone done, popping out its battery and cracking its screen. Legacy's head lowered, disappointed that she wasn't going to have a new phone any time soon - let alone a jailbird's phone.
"Then what is it?" I challenged her. "Hm? Tell us. Tell us how wrong we are! How you weren't actually sucking dick behind my brother's back! My brother!" I groaned, burying my face against the mattress at the mere thought of him. My eyes were burning with tears. I attempted to blink them away as I faced Beca, who's face softened at the mere sight of me.
"My brother loves you, Beca. How could you do this to him?"
"Jazz," Beca approached me, only to slap a distance away from me. I don't want her filthy hands on let alone her mouth. She breathed deeply, trying to look at me with naked honesty in her eyes. "I love your brother. I would never do anything to hurt him. I would never cheat on anyone, especially with Dax!"
"Dax? The guy from the video was the guy from the text messages?" I questioned.
"You went through my texts, too?"
I pointed at Fat Amy, "She knew your passcode."
Beca casted Fat Amy a glare, while Fat Amy raised her hands up adding more weight onto my legs. I groaned in agony, knowing that I won't get up after this.
"She wanted to snoop," Fat Amy spoke defensively. "I was only after the twenty bucks. You know how we do that thing every month where I take $20 out of your purse and you pretend not to notice?"
"No. I don't," Beca shook her head, narrowing her eyes at her friend. "Though, I am curious to know how many months the borrowing went on-"
Fat Amy shushed her, standing up while pressing her fingers against Beca's lips. The raven teen huffed in relief, feeling the blood rush to her legs again. The curly brunette noticed that her friend's fingers smell like liquor.
"Let's just focus on your lie," Fat Amy whispered.
"I didn't lie," Beca slapped her hand away.
"What about the internship thing you sneak off to?"
Beca widened her eyes in disbelief. She wasn't the only one. Legacy and I matched Beca, glancing up at Fat Amy then at Beca.
"W-What?" Legacy asked.
"Oh yeah," Fat Amy explained like it was a casual conversation. "You guys don't know. Well, you see Beca dress like Sarah Palin to go to this recording studio and bring people coffee while they jam in their machines."
"You knew?" Beca asked.
"You knew?!" I cried in shock, while attempting to move my legs with little success.
"Well sure, I saw the ID badge when we were snooping in her bag," Fat Amy gestured Beca with a shrug.
"You knew she has a job behind our backs?" I didn't know what shocked me more, Beca hiding the internship or Fat Amy covering up Beca's internship. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I want to dress up as Susan Cooper," Fat Amy reached inside her tight fit shirt, adjusting her bra. "Don't recommend it. Boobs should never be trapped, unless it's for lower back pain. How Melissa McCarthy does it in the trailer? Don't know. I am looking forward to seeing it in theater."
I glanced at Beca who seemed more vulnerable now than after watching the video. She was caught in the lie, but not about the cheating scandal. I silently asked her the truth, and she confirmed it with a nod.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
Beca let out a laugh, "I don't know. I... I guess it's just easier."
"Easier?" Legacy asked. "Not to respect you or your life, Beca, but... I thought living double lives would be complicated. Like Hannah Montana." That name earned Emily a scowl between all three of us. "I-I'm saying from what I saw it doesn't make it easy keeping it from everyone."
"I didn't want to keep this from everyone," Beca stated defensively. "Jesse knows about it."
"Jesse?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, he knows. He was going to be my ride on the first day, until someone..." Beca faked a smile at my way, "Decided to leave the state."
"Not my idea," I retorted, pointing the finger at her. I shifted my legs slightly, causing tingling pain. I breathed it out, until it passed.
"So Dax was your ride?" Fat Amy asked. "In a van and not the actually," She galloped her knees up and down like she was actually riding a horse, silently telling them what she meant.
"No," Beca scoffed. "God no! I wouldn't fuck him if we were the last two people on earth!"
"Is he gay?" Fat Amy asked.
"I - I don't know. With the skinny pants he wore, I believe so."
"Yes!" Fat Amy breathed out her silent victory, which was not really silent.
"What about this morning?" I asked.
Beca sighed, her face flushed in embarrassment. "That... what you saw this morning was not what happened."
"What did happen?" Legacy asked.
"Well..." Beca paused trying to find the best way to explain it. "We were ready to head inside the studio, but I dropped my pen by accident..." Her skin flushed redder. Three of us leaned in with anticipation, dying to know what happened next.
"I reached down his side to get it, only I set off his flare up by accident."
"His flare up?"
"The guy has skinny pants syndrome."
We blinked in disbelief. Skinny Pants Syndrome? That was really a thing? I thought it only existed in Sonny with a Chance, even Legacy called that out excitedly.
"I knew it!" She cried happily. "I knew that SPS existed." She bit her lower lip as if she was fighting the urge to sing that song.
If what Beca said was true, if the gay man with bad hair had skinny pants syndrome; it would've made sense with the kicking and painful oh's.
"What's worse that my hair caught in his button, and I spilled coffee on him and my front. He slammed me against the gear shift, giving me..." Beca tucked her hair over her shoulder, showing off her hickey. Legacy hissed out at the sight, placing a hand on her neck.
Now I know that she was telling the truth. My eyes averted in shame to believe that my friend - Beca - would hurt my brother. Though, I was still hurt that Beca didn't trust us enough with this secret. I chose not to apologize for snooping, because Beca did give us a reason to be suspicious. Her scampering lies brought us all to this mess. This was on her, not me. I was just trying to be the protective sister in this situation.
"You should've told us," I whispered.
"Mostly me," Fat Amy declared. "The skinny girl's number one DUFF - no - make it DAFF - Because I am far from ugly. I am Australian and attractive. That being said I am a great keeper of secrets. I'm like a safe that locks, with a key," She indicated her lips twisting her thumb and index finger like a key. "and the key is stashed up my bum." She slapped herself on the ass.
"We would've been happy for you," Legacy added.
"I wanted to," Beca pleaded with glistened eyes. "Believe me. I swear I wanted nothing more than everyone to know, especially Chloe, but..." Beca sighed, pressing her face against her hands, shaking her head.
"There's, like, so much going on, and Chloe would lose her mind if she thought my sole focus wasn't winning Worlds." Her nose sniffled, raising her hand up, showing off the unwanted tears. "Sorry, it's just now I'm freaking out, because it turns out, like, I'm totally not good enough to be a music producer. Which is cool and fun to know as I enter the rest of my life." She wiped her nose, then wiping her snot covered hand on her shirt. The girls and I couldn't help but feel pity for her. No doubt today at work was a wrecking ball to her confidence.
"Okay, I'm just gonna stop the pity party." Fat Amy sat back down, specifically my legs. I cried out in pain, attempting to push this hippo off me. Attempting. I might as well join Dax for SPS, even thought I am not wearing skinny jeans.
"Beca, you're the most talented person that I know, and I've met three of The Wiggles... Intimately."
We all cringed with disgust at that thought. To think my childhood band having a four-way with Fat Amy was going to add another list to my nightmares. Although, it was debatable whether I would rather dream that than Pieter as my phantom. Why do I have dreams about him? I didn't see his face, but his words and voice confirmed it. Why? Was it because what happened at the dance off, where I couldn't help but feel attracted to his chest hair. Worse, was I attracted to every single part of him, including what's hidden in his pants? My intimate parts throbbed at that thought. The Bellas would never live it down if they knew, let alone Jesse.
I decided to escape by focusing on my current reality. My friend was in need for a pep talk, Fat Amy was the only ones who knew how in her own twisted way.
"Beca, do you know how awesome you are? You're Beca fucking Mitchell. Okay? You're the big B.M. That's you. And you're awesome!"
I nearly snorted at the initials, and could've sworn I saw Beca's pouty lips twitched as well.
Legacy nodded and clapped her hands in agreement, "Tell the truth, Fat Amy. Bring in the B.M."
"And stand up while you're at it," I added. My mouth matched Dax's O shaped mouth, feeling the numbness return.
Beca sighed, "I appreciate the effort, guys." She averted her eyes towards me, "And Jazz, I really am sorry."
Instead of acknowledging the forgiveness, I used the strength that I have to push Fat Amy off me.
"If you guys can keep this quiet for a bit, I would be extremely grateful."
"Why?" Legacy frowned. "I am sure the girls don't mind."
"Perhaps, but not everyone would."
"You mean Chloe," Fat Amy stated it as a statement than question.
Beca shrugged, "She is stressed enough about the Worlds, the community service hours, and rehearsals, and making sure the girls make it to rehearsals."
Legacy, Fat Amy, and I glanced at each other, knowing fully well how Chloe made sure of the last one. The tracker app that contained everyone's number, which Fat Amy happily deleted before putting it back where she found it. No doubt that Chloe would notice, but who cares? I don't want to get stalked. Recently, Chloe took her obsession with this team to a new level. It's funny that Beca didn't mention school in Chloe's list of priorities, because Chloe failed Russian Lit just so she could be a Bella. It's understandable why Beca wanted to keep this a secret. If Chloe found out that I was helping kids alongside a DSM member - Pieter - she would lock me away to my room like Rapunzel.
"She is going to find out eventual," Legacy pressed.
"Yeah, but she doesn't need to know about this... not yet." Beca sighed, "Right now, I need an ice pop."
"Oh, Amy, ate the last one," Legacy explained.
Beca scoffed.
"Hey, Beca needs more than liquor. I have confidence that I am happy to share, and looking at Wednesday Addams over there." Beca blinked when Fat Amy referred her to that gloomy character. "She needs the good stuff. And Jazz is rubbing off on it, right now."
"Get your ass off me," I whimpered, lying flat with defeat welcoming the numbness with open arms. I didn't care if Fat Amy farted her confidence on me at the moment, I can't feel anything on my legs. There was no way I can move until class time tomorrow. If I can't walk then, I would rent a wheel chair.
Beca shook her head, backing away, knowing what Fat Amy was referring too.
"No. No. That's okay. I'm good."
"No, I think you need it. Legacy, you know she needs it, right?"
Legacy didn't respond, not entirely too sure what she was referring to only Beca and me.
I saw that Fat Amy, finally, got off me not that I could feel anyway. I laughed as Fat Amy towered on top of Beca, determined to give her butt confidence. Laughing turned to regret, because I finally felt the stinging needles down my legs. I wasn't surprised if I wet myself from the lack of bladder control.
"No, I don't want butt confidence. I don't want your butt confidence!" Beca cried in between laughter. Legacy join the party, trying to hold her down. "No! I have enough! I have enough! I have enough!"
"We believe in you, Beca!" Fat Amy declared, rubbing her ass then tried to pat it against her cheeks. Tried.
A/N: Another chapter down. Hope you enjoyed this. Finally, Jazz figured out Beca's secret. Will she manage to keep it for her friend? Sorry there wasn't much Pieter/Jazz moment, but I did add the dream. Fear not, he will make his official appearance in the next chapter.
This chapter is showing awareness in a way. To be honest, I thought SPS (Skinny Pants Syndrome) was only for Sonny with the Chance, until doctors confirmed it on ABC news online. They are a danger to your health and your legs. So beware of those pants... for they are skinny!
Special Shoutout to Little Luna for reviewing, also special thanks to the readers for taking the time to read, favorite, and follow this story. You guys Rock!