Author's Note: You guys are rocking my world with the reviewage! How could I keep from writing? Anyway, enjoy this chapter. I try to give Bonnie a little bit of a soul and Jimmy a reason to be with her, you know? Really the feel I'm going for with that relationship is Jim and Karen from The Office.

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Chapter 5: Memories

Julie wandered quietly into her old bedroom and put her bag down. She smiled and ran her hands over the furniture. She loved this room. It was painted a lively shade of purple that she and Jaime had picked when she was four. There were Red Sox and Bruins posters on the wall, in addition to snapshots. She smiled and looked at them. The shot of her, Steve, Taylor and Brett before the Park Street junior prom, her and Portman at her junior prom, pictures of her and Carolee, in head to toe ZBZ pink from Greek week at USC, a picture of her and Jimmy at her sweet sixteen, dressed in the horribly of the moment ice blue gown that Tammy had made her. She laughed and touched it affectionately. She thought about those two kids, laying on a hotel bed, scanning the radio to pick their song. She closed her eyes and tried to see what that version of Julie and Jimmy would think of them now. She knew what sixteen year old Jimmy would say about the guy she saw in the park the other day. The first thing he would get on about would be the hair. Jimmy's hair was cropped short. He hated keeping his hair short and neat.

"So," Cal said, walking in and leaning against the door. "When was the last time you talked to your mother?"

"I talk to Jaime almost every day," Julie shrugged, "It's just I'm not talking to my mother, I'm talking to my employer. There's a marked difference." Cal put his arm around her. "Dad, I'm so afraid I'm turning into her. I had to struggle to get it together to come up here this weekend."

"Honey," Cal said, "You're not Jaime. Look at Steve and Tammy. She never had friends like that." She nodded. "And she and I would both be kidding ourselves if we thought that what we had was anything like your relationship with Jimmy. Have you called him since you got home?"

"I ran into him," she shrugged, "and his girlfriend." Cal sighed. "Since when are you on the team for me and Jimmy to get back together?"

"You seem unhappy," he said, "Jimmy's never been my first choice for you, but you were always happy when you were with him." Julie smiled.

"What does Stephie want for dinner?" Julie asked. "Does she have a favorite?"

"She wants her big sister to be at dinner," Cal shrugged, "she got that. You don't have to cook anything."

"I want to cook her something," Julie said. "What about lasagna? She likes my lasagna."

"Lasagna's good," Cal nodded. "Speaking of your culinary skills."

"Dad, don't start," she shook her head.

"You were only supposed to work for Jaime until you had the money together for a restaurant." He said. "I can't imagine you're short for start up capital."

"I'm not," Julie said. "But I do like what I'm doing, and well," she sighed, "I mean, I can't quit on her dad, not since…" she sighed, "when was the last time you talked to her?"

"A few months ago," he frowned, "why? What's going on?"

"Josh moved out," Julie said.

"He's moved out before," Cal laughed, "he'll be back in a week." Julie shook her head. "Really?"

"He bought a house up in LA," she shrugged. "It's over. She needs me."

"OK," Cal said, "two more years and then I'm up your ass about that restaurant do you understand me?" Julie laughed.

"OK Dad," she nodded.

"Hello," Tommy said answering his phone.

"Hey," Diane said on the other end. "I'm bored, come over."

"Di," he groaned. "You can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" She said innocently.

"You know," he said. "Calling me up for sex when you're bored. We broke up a year ago."

"Oh blah blah blah," she said. "Who said we'd have sex? Maybe I just want to watch a movie."

"You can watch a movie by yourself," he said. "And if I go over there, we're going to have sex."

"What makes you so sure?" She mumbled angrily. She hated when he acted like a know it all.

"Because you have some kind of complex," he said. "You get bored you have sex, that's how we got together. You got bored, we had sex. Either get back together with me, or quit it with the booty calls."

"You're no fun," she said. He laughed. "Please come over?" She whined. "I promise to be good, I promise!"

"I'm not coming over," he said. "You can keep begging, it won't happen."

"Ugh, fine," she said. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," he sighed, "I just got in from work, I'm picking up Kelly from the airport early tomorrow."

"I didn't know Kelly was coming into town," Diane said. "Can I come for dinner? Your Mom makes the best stuff when Kelly's there!"

"Diane," he said, "you broke up with me, you don't get to come over to my house and eat the good food my mom makes when my sister comes home, and demand that I come over to your apartment and have sex with you at your whim. Those are girlfriend things, and you're not my girlfriend anymore."

"So, if we do that getting back together thing that you were talking about," she said, "I can eat your mom's fried chicken, and we get to have sex?"

"That's kind of the deal, yeah," he laughed.

"Hm," she said. "You're really not that good at the sex, but the chicken might make up for it."

"Well that's sweet of you Di," he said. "I'm going to hang up."

"No don't," she said. "I'm sorry I made a joke, I'm just worried, about it, the whole getting back together thing." Tommy sighed. "Come over and we'll talk about it."

"I'm not coming over," he said. "We can talk about it now."

"You know it's not the same." She whispered. "I miss you."

"How could you possibly miss me?" He said. "We talk like four times a week."

"I don't know," she said, "I just do." He sighed.

"I miss you too," he said softly. "Why'd we break up again?"

"I didn't want to move to Minneapolis," she sighed.

"Right that," he sighed. "And now you're here anyway."

"Yup," she said. "So the reason's kind of gone, plus we have sex all the time anyway."

"Yeah."

"So, basically, it's like we're back together," she reasoned. "Just not like, officially."

"Yeah."

"So do you want to come over and make it official?" She said.

"Nice try," he hung up. He groaned and fell back on the bed. Diane might be the most infuriating girl ever. He was completely in love with her, and he had no idea if she felt the same way back, because she wouldn't say it.

Elena sat in bed with her laptop going through some old pictures and things and she saw an IM from Tommy.

Di wants to get back together

She sighed and typed back.

So do you. Quit dragging your heels.
Sorry, forgot who I was talking to for a minute.
What is that supposed to mean?
The girl who took Dean Portman back 17 times.
Shut up. Be nice or I'll switch sides and start supporting team Diane booty call.
Fine I'll be nice
So what's the block? Still that whole she might not be in love with you thing?
Yeah, and she's Diane, even if she was I doubt I could trust it
Oh God, enough with the angst Thomas, really.
Right, so when's your wedding?
Signing off, I swear!
You're bluffing. She signed off. Brad crawled in to bed with her.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Tommy's being a pain in the ass about Diane," she shrugged.

"Did they get back together?" Brad asked. She shook her head. "So what's the problem?"

"She's Diane," she laughed. He kissed her. "Hi," she said.

"Hi," he whispered and kissed her again. "I feel like I haven't seen you in like a month, what's with that?" She giggled.

"Hey," Elena said as Brad starting nuzzling her, "I was thinking about something,"

"What would that be?" He asked and kissed her. "Because I was thinking about how sexy you look in my old Yale sweatshirt."

"I was thinking about our wedding," she mumbled. Brad sighed. "I was thinking that maybe I won't have a maid of honor."

"Why would that be?" He asked.

"Because," she said, "Tommy should be on the altar at our wedding." Brad smiled, "And Dave is going to be your best man right?"

"Right," Brad nodded. "I'm not sure how that affects Tommy."

"What if Tommy was my best man," she said. He looked at her. "Like Dave stands up next to you, and Tommy stands up next to me. He is my best friend."

"I think that's a great idea," Brad kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Do you want to set a date?"

"I still think we should wait until after Scooter and Kelly," she said. He nodded and they kissed again. "Brad," she whimpered. "I love you." She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes as he made love to her.

"Your parents hate me," Tammy said, banging a plate in the kitchen, cleaning up after a very cold dinner with his parents at his house. Steve chuckled. "It's not funny."

"They don't hate you," Steve smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"They do a very good imitation of it then," she whispered.

"You're just," he stopped, "different, than what they expected for me." She cocked her head. "Don't make me spell it out, please."

"I'm not Julie," She sighed. He nodded.

"Especially now that she's single," He shook his head, "They don't understand why she and I don't just make it work." He laughed. "Like Julie and I didn't give that our full shot when we were seventeen." Tammy looked down, "I love you Tammy, regardless of my mother's opinion." She nodded and he kissed her. "Besides your parents don't love me either."

"Well that's just because you won't marry me," she shrugged. "There's no big mystery there." He laughed.

"I think won't is the wrong word to use there," he said. "Maybe, haven't yet would be more appropriate." She smiled.

"I guess," she shrugged. He smiled and kissed her. "We should have stayed at the Gaffneys, Julie made lasagna."

Jimmy sat at his desk trying to study. He drummed his pencil against his notebook in rhythm to the music on his I-Pod. He stopped. He was clearly distracted and not getting any work done tonight. He sighed and walked over to his book shelf to put the text book he'd been working from away.

"Shit," he mumbled, after knocking a pile of books down. He started picking them up and smiled seeing one of the tons of copies of The Outsiders he'd been given by people over the years was open. He picked it up and looked at the page.

Our hair labeled us greasers, too--- it was our trademark. The one thing we were proud of. Maybe we couldn't have Corvairs or madras shirts, but we could have hair.

He rubbed his head. He'd cut his long shaggy hair off at Bonnie's request, she'd said it made him look like "a real adult" having the short hair. He thought of the time junior year of high school when he'd had to cut his hair off because his soccer coach made him and Julie had said he didn't look like himself anymore and that she missed playing with it. He laughed, that was one of the things that he missed about Julie, the playing. Bonnie was rarely playful. He picked up the book and put it back on the shelf, next to the copy of Pride and Prejudice that Julie had given him for Christmas the first year at Eden Hall, and the copy of The Tempest she'd given him for his seventeenth birthday. His beat up personally signed copy of Tell Me About The Girl was in that area too. He leaned against the wall and stared at them.

"James?" Bonnie walked in, "hey. What are you doing?"

"Hm?" He looked at her, "just thinking." She nodded and sat down next to him and scanned the shelf. "What are you looking at?"

"You have like ten copies of The Outsiders." She laughed. He laughed too. "Is that why you named the dog Ponyboy?"

"Julie named the dog," he said. She nodded. "She used to tease me about still being obsessed with the book."

"Why is it your favorite?" She asked, dropping her head to his shoulder. Moments like this were why he fell in love with her. She just got things, she could follow a conversation really well.

"I was reading it when my mom died," he said softly. She looked at him. "For school. She had me read it to her." She kissed him. "I haven't thought about that in a while. I haven't," he stopped. "I haven't missed her in a while." They kissed again. "Bonnie," he whispered.

"I'm sorry I've been being a bitch," she said. "I feel really dumb for acting so insecure." He laughed.

"It's OK," he said. "I knew it would pass." She smiled. "Look, the next couple of weeks are going to be super weird. I need to know you're not going to freak on me again."

"I can promise to try," she said.

"That works," he nodded. "Just you know, you have to spend a lot of time with my sisters. And if you dump me after that, I'll understand. They're scary."

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