A/N: Sorry, I haven't updated in a while. I have finals till the end of June. I've been taking so many extra classes, so that means extra finals. Yay! ): Well, anyway, someone asked me to space out the writing, so here you go. Do you like this format better?

"Jenny!" Her mother called from the other room.

She didn't answer. "Jenny!" She called once again, knocking loudly on the door to her room. Jenny had been under the covers of her warm blankets all day; she didn't want to get up. Up meant thinking, doing, she didn't want to do, she wanted to sleep.

Jenny was wearing Dan's old baseball T-shirt. No, he wasn't actually on a team; it was from a Yankee's game he had gone to when he was eight. The shirt still smelled like him, like Brooklyn. The Brooklyn she missed, the simplicity, familiarity of the city. She got up from the bed, hearing the loud knocks.

She opened her door, seeing her mother standing there. Alison was dressed up, a dress that made her look way younger, her hair curled to perfection and just the right amount of makeup. She looked amazing.

"You're still not dressed?" Alison frowned.

"It's almost five, Jenny, in the evening."

Jenny didn't want to discuss anything with her mother, how she didn't feel like waking up. How she was afraid of the outside, afraid of the people. It was pathetic. Jenny hated admitting she was scared, but she was, she was terrified.

"Yeah, sorry." She apologized, staring down at the floor. "I just don't feel well today." I don't feel like myself, and I never will again. She wasn't lying about being sick. I mean she wasn't physically sick, but the ache of guilt in her stomach contributed to her body like an ailment.

Alison stuck her hand out to Jenny's forehead, like a makeshift thermometer.

"Well," She began taking her hand off her head, "you don't feel warm."

"It's more of a stomach thing." Jenny insisted. She was sick to her stomach; just the memory killed her inside. Alison showed a look of disappointment on her face.

Jenny didn't know why she was upset. Alison started to walk away.

"Um, mom," Jenny called stopping her, "you look amazing." She tried to make her happy. She really did though, more than amazing.

Alison smiled. "Where are you going?" Jenny asked. Alison walked back to her, her heels clicked across the hallway.

"Oh, I was just going to head to a friend's house for dinner. I wish you felt better, he would love to meet you."

He, Jenny thought, he. Her mom had a boyfriend? Like she was dating someone? Jenny was confused.

Why was this surprising her, she accepted when her father chose to move on. She needed to support her mother, she was all she had here in Hudson.

"Oh." She said quietly, "Sorry mom." She added. Alison tried to hide how upset she was. She really wanted Jenny to meet him tonight. Jenny could tell from the look on her face, she was upset. This made Jenny feel guiltier.

She didn't want to disappoint her mother, like everyone else in her life.

"Wait, mom."

Allison turned around. "Yes?"

"Um, I'm starting to feel better," she lied, she would never feel better, never be better,"if you give me a little to get ready, I'd love to meet him." She said, smiling.

Who cares if she wasn't happy, her mom didn't deserve not to be. Alison suddenly looked very excited.

"You sure?" She asked.

"Yes mom. I'm sure." Jenny insisted, smiling.

"Okay, be ready at six, we have to leave right then."

Jenny walked back to her room to try to find something to wear. Even if she wasn't happy, she could at least pretend to be, for her mother.

TBC.

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