Bonjour Amigos,

Nothing to say. Not sure about this chapter, so just keep reading, because the next chapters are a lot better.

Jenny woke to a beeping sound in her ear. It was the most horrible sound in the world, now that she was in a warm bed with soft covers next to-

Actually, she wasn't next to anyone.

Jenny sat up, ignoring her phone that read Dan on the screen and stretched. She threw one of Erik's old t-shirts on and padded barefoot down the stairs.

"Hey, Jenny," Erik said, leaning over a pan and watching it sizzle. "Want some pancakes?"

Jenny grinned. "You can cook?"

"Of course."

"Since when?"

"Since I came here and had nothing better to do- Shit!" he murmured, turning the tap on and throwing his fist under the running water. He shot Jenny a sheepish smile. "Okay, so, I'm no great chef or anything-"

"I'll say, look at these!" Jenny shrieked, pointing to the smoking pan.

"Shut up," he grumbled, turning the stove off and tossing the melted mess into the bin.

"How 'bout I teach you how to cook, oh wise master of the kitchen," Jenny smirked while taking the pan from his hands and setting it on the table.

Erik watched her, intrigued. Jenny took his hands and helped him crack the eggs (which he still managed to do unsuccessfully). She helped him flip the batter (which somehow ended up smeared along his cheek) and finally, Jenny drizzled the honey over the golden pancakes and added a scoop of ice cream. Erik grinned, digging into his breakfast.

"This is- The best- Jennifer Humphrey- Mm-" Erik murmured between bites.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," was her reply.

The days past in a hazy, beautiful blur, full of (Jenny's) great food and hours lying by the fire. Erik read a lot, while Jenny sowed. Some days they were silent, and some days they played tiggy just for the fun of it.

There was one thing bringing her back to reality, though – Dan. He kept calling and calling and calling, until Jenny almost threw her phone at the wall. One day, after his forty-ninth call, Jenny picked up with a sigh.

"What?"

"Is that how you answer your phone, J? You're so rude-"

"Shut up."

"Oh real mature, Jen."

"Real mature saying I'm real mature."

"Real mature saying I'm real mature saying you're real mature."

"Oh get a better comeback!"

"You stole it off me!"

"I did not-"

"You know, I didn't call you just so you could yell at me for no reason-"

"Get on with it then!"

"Jeesh! Calm down! Anyway-"

Dan rambled on. Jenny only caught onto a few words.

The phone slipped from Jenny's hand. It didn't matter – she didn't want to hear the rest of it anyway. Jenny merely stared at the ground, only vaguely aware that Erik was somewhere behind her. There was no feeling in her body, only a slight, cold numbness.

"Jenny?"

She didn't hear him.

"Jenny!"

She didn't respond.

"JENNY!" Erik yelled, shaking her thin shoulder restlessly.

Jenny looked up at him with wide blue eyes, ones that tore up immediately.

So this was it.

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