Alright here's what happens
Oh and This is Marisa.
They don't know when it happened they don't even know how it happened, all they know is that they are in each others arms kissing. Unfortunately breathing was a must so they had to break apart no matter hoe much they didn't want to.
"Wow." Jessica said while gasping for breath.
"wow is correct." Jeff said.
"Hey getting kind of hungry do you want something to eat?" Jeff asked
"That would be nice, what did you have in mind."
"I know a great restaurant not to far from here."
"Let me guess it's a surprise."
"You guessed it."
When they got into the car they decided to put music for the rest of the night.
When they were in the car Jessica's phone started ringing it was the song If You Seek Amy by Britney Spears.
When she answered she heard a silent sob,
"Mom..." said a shaky voice.
"Marisa sweety whats wrong?" Jessica asked worriedly
"Mom its gone its all gone" Marisa said
"Whats gone?"
"Everything... the diner, the house everything is trashed." Marisa said in between sobs.
"Marisa ok calm down ill be there right away."
Jeff looked worried and disappointed at the same time.
"Whats wrong?" Jeff asked.
"I don't even know but i got to go home Marisa was hysterical."
"Ok we'll be there as soon as possible."
Jeff tried to get there fast without going past the speed limit. When they got to Jessica's house cops were there and Marisa was sitting on the ground with her head in her knees crying with her best friend comforting her, or trying. Almost everywhere on the house it said 'SLUT', 'WHORE' and 'BITCH' and 'GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM WHITE TRASH'. Jessica was near tears herself and Jeff was just in shock 'Why would anyone do something so terrible'Jeff thought. Jessica went straight to Marisa ran straight into each others arms.
"Mom this just part of it." Marisa sobed.
"What do you mean?"
"Mom the diner its ruined"
Jessica's eyes popped out of her head.
"Jeff we got to go to the diner."
"Alright lets go."
Find out what the diner looks like and trust me you won't be happy.
