A/N Ok I've added this in because its funny, its something Jamie would do and because it comes in use later on, so enjoy!

Chapter 13 Laundry theatre

Jamie watched in delight as the dryer spun round and round, her little face glowing as she randomly giggled and clapped her hands, the laundry staff didn't mind the young girl being there, as long as she didn't get in the way. Jamie hadn't so far, she would just sit on her chair and watch the clothes, when one dryer stopped she moved onto another one until they had all stopped. Every now and then she would gasp with horror or clap her hands cheering at herself. They wanted to ask what she was doing but work load and Jamie shushing them prevented that. By the time meal time came round, Jamie was on the last dryer and her little eyes were practically glued to the clear plastic. Jamie was litterly on the edge of her seat as she watched the clothes go around.

"So this is where you're hiding"

Jamie took her eyes away from the dryer long enough to look at Punk, even Jamie could tell that something big had happened, while the dryer took a breif break she looked to her friend, pulling up a chair.

"You ok Punk-man, you look really upset"

Punk shrugged as he sat in the chair, he wasn't quite sure what he was feeling right now, after the screaming match with Maria, he was officially single again. "I broke up with Maria, she was cheating on me, with four different guys"

"Wow. That is so not good news, I'm sorry"

Punk shrugged again, he still wasn't sure what he was meant to feel.

"Question" "Maria is the pretty girl that came in my room"

"Never mind" Jamie blushed, she had connected the rest of the sentence except the obvious, who the hell was Maria. "Can I just say that you don't deserve a girl like that, you can do way better. Hey you should go out with Raven!"

Punk had to laugh, her innocence just made it better, and after what Raven pulled he had no interest in going there. Jamie however may be a different story, Punk mentally shook that away, it was too dangerous to be thinking that, not when it would be suicide on so many different levels. "No, I don't think that would work Jamie, but its a nice idea"

"Yeah you're right, she's a bitch and she don't like people much." Jamie patted his hand comfort, Raven had done that to her alot and it always cheered her up or at least made her feel better. "If this helps at all Punk, we will find you a great girl, and I promise you, she won't be a whore, or a bitch. Hey you should go out with Storm!"

Punk laughed again, "I think I might just be single for a while Jamie, but its nice that you want to help"

Jamie beamed at him as the dryer started up again "Ooh its on!"

"What exactly is on?" Punk asked looking at the clothes spinning around, Jamie seemed completely enthralled, all he could see was different garments making the circle around the heating metal.

"Laundry Theatre! Its the best show ever!" Jamie said excitedly, "See that shirt doesn't know that his socks are cheating on him with that bra, and the sheets are in a bitter divorce battle with the pillow cases, oh oh oh! And that pair of underwear is actually gay and in love with that bandage"

Punk let out a howl of laughter, it made him feel better about everything that had passed, only Jamie could make something like watching a bunch of clothes getting dry, fun. For the next twenty minutes he watched with Jamie and by the end of it, he was actually curious about what was going to happen 'next week' (or tomorrow as it were)

"That was the best ending ever, I never saw that coming, that sheet killing the socks and I hope the pillow cases come out of their coma"

"I have to agree with you Jamie, I've only seen Laundry Theatre once, but I am hooked"

Jamie giggled as she moved the crutches in time to his footsteps, "I love Laundry Theatre, me and my sister used to watch it alot but since she's not able to watch it with me, I've had to follow it on my own"

"How come your sister can't watch it with you?"

"She's in the big house. I don't know what that means but I know that she can't leave it, but she calls me when she can"

"Why is she in the big house?"
"I think she killed two people, but don't trust me on that, I wasn't really paying attention, it was my Dad that said it and sometimes all I hear from him is blah, blah, blah"

A normal spoken sentence like whats the time? Jamie's sister had killed two people and he couldn't help but hope that it was the two people that put Jamie in the hospital in the first place.

Punk walked her back to her room and made sure she was in bed before he made his way back to his room.

When he got there he instantly got into his bed and shut his eyes. He couldn't help the tiny shred of hope, now that Maria was history maybe he could make his way towards Jamie, he knew he shouldn't be thinking that especially since there were so many things wrong with it, but he found himself not trying very hard, he couldn't deny it, there was an attraction towards Jamie and he wanted to push a little bit further.

A/N I bet you will never look at your washing the same! LOL LT! It comes in handy later on...trust me! Onwards good people!