There were moments with Jenna, and those moments were usually all the time, when Charlie wasn’t sure she should laugh or cry at Jenna’s expressions and reactions. Usually she just rolled her eyes and got back to the book in her hands, but this time she was empty handed, and had actually agreed to be exposed to Jenna’s bubbly personality. “And how exactly is screaming in my face helping to relax me, Jenna?” She wasn’t sure she had heard her, since Jenna was now looking like one of those statues outside museums, gazing into the future with a look of contentment.
“Well, if you must know, it’s not a spa ‘cause that would just be DULL.”
Oh, so there went the chance of at least getting actual relaxation, Truth was, Charlie could use a good backrub. All the time she spent bending over the pages of a book and standing behing the cash register had given her a serious tension in her shoulders, and she would love some professional to rub oil on her back and massage her to heaven. But apparently Jenna thought differently. At least she was beginning slowly, from what Charlie could tell. Not that this was reassuring. She was probably saving energy for the sky-diving she had planned.
“Tonight is all about you, don’t worry. I won’t get you drunk or high or whatever your mind has concocted.”
Well, at least alcohol was thankfully out of the menu for today. After the Comic Con incident, Charlie had promised herself not to touch a drop of the dangerous substance. It made her smile that Jenna had actually thought about her and wasn’t trying to push her to do things she didn’t want. “OK, at least give me a hint. Is it close? Does it involve animals? Am I dressed appropriately? Is it gonna hurt?”
Jenna sighed and addressed her questions as bluntly as she possibly could, “Yes, no, yes and no.” she replied. “Just trust me on this one okay?” she whined, a bit disappointed and hurt on the fact that Charlie didn’t rely on her to do what she had promised. “Like I said, this a night of relaxation.” she said plainly, “Nothing more, nothing less.” she reassured her for the last time. After her statement, on queue, the elevator door opened to the lobby. She slowly let go of her arm and trailed her hand down to hers, lacing them together as she led her out of the elevator and to the lobby.
“I would give you a hint, but it would ruin the surprise and we wouldn’t want that do we?” she glanced back at her and gave her a cheeky smile in a desperate attempt to calm her companion’s nerves and lighten the atmosphere. She led her through the glass doors out of the building. As they got out, her smile grew wider when she saw her ‘54 red Chevy pick up across them, waiting for its owner for their next escapade. “Charlie…” she started as she walked towards her beloved vehicle. When she was only inches away from the car door, she turned to face her. She leaned on the car with her arms folded across her chest, a smug grin adorned her face. “…this…” she pointed the car with a kick from her heel to the tire, “…is the Jenna mobile.” she introduced her beloved vehicle properly with full on pride.
She leaned forward and stood properly, unfolding her arms as she did so. “It’s a bit dingy in appearance, sure…” she pointed it out it’s flaws, the rusting paint job, few dents here and there and some cracks on the windshield. “…but it gets me where I need to go.” she shrugged, biting her bottom lip as she showed her undeniable affinity with the vehicle. “Anyways, hop on soldier.” she said as she opened the car door behind her, “After you mon cheri.” she said with a wave of her hand.
Cooper looked at Jenna closely, trying to read her expression. She seemed surprised, which was exactly what he’d been expecting, seeing as he was about as sexually active as an earthworm. Actually, that wasn’t true because he’d heard that worms could be crazy horny motherfuckers and that wasn’t him. Rocks probably got more action than him, really. But he was kind of bizarrely proud of himself, and even if the thing with Charlie wasn’t incredibly serious, he was pretty sure it was ongoing.
“If I tell you who it is, you have to swear up and down not to tell anyone, Jenna. Like you can’t tell a single person. I like her and I don’t want to jeopardize it.” He decided to leave out the fact that he’d already jeopardized it himself through his less than prudent sexual crisis regarding Stephen. Telling Jenna he had some kind of bisexual thing going on moments after dropping the sex bombshell was unfair and would probably shortcircuit Jenna’s brain.
He hesitated and looked at his best friend, smiling sheepishly. “It’s Charlie,” he said after a moment, grinning at her. “Charlie!”
“If I tell you who it is, you have to swear up and down not to tell anyone, Jenna. Like you can’t tell a single person. I like her and I don’t want to jeopardize it.”
“Mums the fucking word Coop. Now tell me.” Jenna demanded the answer out of him, a bit antsy as she thought about who might his friend’s new lover be while waiting for the answer. “It’s Charlie,” he said after a moment, grinning at her. “Charlie!” he repeated her name once more, not quite believing it himself. Her mouth opened agape, “Charlie?!” she repeated her name, shocked and puzzled at the exposure of his mystery girl. She closed her mouth by pushing her chin back, covering her mouth with her hand afterwards. This might be the first time in years that Jenna had just become completely and utterly speechless. Charlie, of all people, her. It’s not that she had anything against the girl, she’s her friend as well to start with, at least that’s what she thinks they are. And she is quite nice, if the universe is kind enough to let you catch her in the right time. So what was eating Jenna?
Finally, after digesting everything that had just happened, she managed to let out one word out of her system. “Wow.” she said a bit muffled from her hand. She removed her hand on her mouth and stared at him, still a bit dazed from the revelation. “Oh.. okay.” she said in acceptance of the situation. “Umm…” she chuckled nervously, “Since.. since when did… umm.. you guys happened?” she asked him more about his new found infatuation, wanting to hear everything from the man himself.
Will reply to Cooper for the meantime. Charlie and Aaron sorry for the wait. I’m just too exhausted to function properly right now. I would reply tomorrow and would be super crazy active on Saturday (calm your tits, it’s Thursday night here).
How was he supposed to answer that?
It had been an action packed few days, at least for him. He’d gone from being fairly lonely and isolated to kind of inundated with activities- between ‘visiting’ Charlie at the library and having Stephen over the night before, he hadn’t really had much time to himself. Then again, he never did, but neither of those activities had been for anyone else. Well, maybe fooling around with Charlie had started that way, but it certainly hadn’t ended that way.
He didn’t know if telling Jenna was a good idea or not. He loved her, but he didn’t think she’d take too well to him fooling around with Charlie. It was kind of out of the blue. He shrugged and leaned back on the couch, looking at her and smiling slightly. “I had sex.” He didn’t have to tell her who it was with or how it had happened, just that it had.
Because it had, and it had been fantastic and great and perfect and he couldn’t just keep it to himself. “I had sex, Jenna,” he said again, grinning broadly despite himself and looking at her. “Can you believe that?”
“I had sex.”
“I’m sorry, I might have misheard you there Coop.” Jenna said, not quite believing what she had heard coming out from her friend’s mouth.
“I had sex, Jenna.” he repeated again, giving her sometime to digest everything. She leaned back a bit, staring at him with her eyes bulging in complete and utter disbelief. “Wow.” she said, unsure on how to respond to his statement. “Can you believe that?” he asked her, unable to believe it himself. “No, no I cannot.” she answered honestly. It wasn’t like Cooper lacked allure or anything like that, it’s just that, among her peers, Cooper would be the last person she would think that fooled around. Maybe it was a special girl? He wasn’t that kind of guy, as far as her memory serves her. And if you ask anyone who knew him on him being some notorious sex god, they would die from laughter in mere seconds.
“Wow, I did miss a lot haven’t I?” she said half jokingly, chuckling afterwards. “Who’s the lucky girl Coop?” she asked him subtly, not wanting to pry too much on her friend’s newly found infatuation.
Cooper took the cupcake without protesting but immediately set it back down on the coffee table, not really feeling all that hungry. It was rare for him to eat his own cupcakes, anyway, unless absolutely pressed into it or he forgot to go shopping and discovered that the only thing he had in his house that was edible was cupcakes and rainbow-colored sprinkles. That happened a lot more often than one might think.
“You moved?” he asked, looking surprised despite himself. “When? Jenna, you should have told me, I would’ve helped you! Do you like your new place, at least?”
He felt kind of hurt that she hadn’t bothered to tell him. It was stupid and petty, though, so he kept it to himself and curled up on the couch beside her instead. He loved Jenna a lot- she was like a sister to him and her company was something he seriously appreciated- but sometimes she could be a little scatterbrained when it came down to it. He’d become accustomed to it, though, and loved her all the same. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks,” he said, smiling slightly. “I’ve really missed you and I guess now I know what you’ve been doing.”
Cooper’s expression after Jenna had brought out the news killed her, she could have had called really, but on her defense her mind was preoccupied at the time being so a lot of things had slipped away, vital or not. She gnawed her bottom lip, letting the guilt sink in. She hated this toll he had on her but how can she not cave in? He is her best friend after all. Thick and thin, through and through and numerous cliches that the media had spewed out, that’s what they were and will always be.
“Aww, Coopsie, stop making that face!” she whined, pulling him closer to her as she did so. “I’m sorry.” she sincerely apologized with no baby talk, pouting, or any of that crap—it was short, sweet and to the point just like it should be. She slowly pulled away, with a soft smile on her face. “I missed you too Coop and your cupcakes.” she said slowly beaming up again. “And about my place, I love it, how can I hate it?” she asked him rhetorically for the fact that she never did place herself if it does not satisfy her need for ultimate bliss. “Henry helped me move.” she nodded, “You know the guy from the toy shop?” she reminded him, hoping that the information she had given was efficient enough for his memory to work with. “He was such great help since well, you know how much of a pack rat I am.” she rolled her eyes, chuckling at her own fault.
“Anyways, the place is great!” she beamed, the enthusiasm from the first day she had gotten her apartment still evident. “You should come by sometime.” she invited him, “It’s been a while.” she said, the realization that the both of them had been apart for so long had hit her afterwards. As much as she cannot fathom the span of time they were apart, he was right, it has been weeks. Both of them had the littlest idea on what has been going on in each other’s lives, which was a first since they were inseparable, well that was until she had moved from the other side of town. Of course they kept in touch but with Jenna moving like a lightning bolt and Cooper preoccupied with, well, pretty much everything— they can’t seem to meet halfway. But now that she’s back, their saga can ensue.
“So, how have you been?” she asked him with her eyes set only on him as she gave him her complete undivided attention.
Sawyernation? That was a new one. He’d picked up on Jenna’s habit of giving her adventures silly names already—and could sympathize; he spent a lot of time brainstorming cause names—and he figured he’d end up finding the real definition of Sawyernation soon enough. He usually didn’t like surprises, but the nasty shock he’d gotten earlier was enough to put him in a surreal head-space. It was easier to let go of his obsessive need to know all the details and plans when it still didn’t quite feel like any of this was happening.
He glanced at the stack of newspapers scattered across the back seat, and he had to quickly look away. His own face looked back at him from the papers—a dozen or so copies of his biggest failure, which would probably end up being a bullet through the head of his political career. He sunk further into his seat, trying to keep his breathing even. It was shitty enough when he managed to push the memories of the article to the edge of his thoughts; he didn’t need to see it screaming up at him a dozen times.
He grabbed the other two bags and started rummaging through them, trying to distract himself as Jenna took off at break-neck speed again. It was mostly full of snacks—chips and chocolate, soda and (thank Christ) alcohol. But what caught his attention was the lighter. He raised his eyebrows at Jenna.
“So your plan is to get me drunk and commit arson?” he asked conversationally.
“Pfft, no of course not, silly backson!” Jenna giggled at his query, shaking her head as she did so. “You already have this psuedo activist reputation established by Suzy Writeshit, I’m not going to worsen it by making you a psuedo activist arsonist.” she said coldly, spewing her name like venom in her pallet. A few seconds of silence had taken over them both before she had completely analyzed all the words she had left for him to ponder on, “Well that was a mouthful.” she said her bluntly, chuckling afterwards on her petty realization.
“Anyways, I told you before—” she whined to him with a hint of annoyance in her tone, “—no questions.” she reminded him, placing her right index finger on his lips, her focus still on the road, never wavering. Silence took over afterwards, giving him time to digest the situation he had agreed to properly and for her to spare innocent drivers from her road rage. Luckily enough for Aaron, there were only a few cars on the road. Translation: only a few potential accidents may and hopefully may not, happened during the road to Sawyernation. As they passed the sign that bidded them farewell, ‘You are now leaving Sawyer, thanks for stopping by!’, she broke the silence with a sigh in an attempt to open up the conversation once more.
“If it isn’t clear enough, man of the hour—” she started, christening him with a new nickname as well, “—my only plan for today is for you to forget all about that wannabe journalist Suzy myhairisonfire Writeshit.” she rolled her eyes, unable to control herself on holding her aggravation against the conniving journalist. “Nothing else but that.” she said softly with sincerity evident on her tone.
I am so sorry for not replying for what, three or four days? Most likely I missed a lot too right? Okay, thousands and thousands of pardons. I haven’t even communicated with the new characters except Cooper. I’m replying to EVERYONE today and will continue to and not when I can. Okay when I can in the sense if I’m home, so expect productivity from me starting today.
So there, other than that, fill me in to what I have missed and the like. Thanks for being so understanding!
Jenna had the grip of a boa constrictor or an octopus, whatever held on tighter, and Cooper didn’t even have time to process what was going on before she was crying on his couch. Dazed and somewhat confused, he stood quietly in his hallway for a moment, his mind deciphering what she had said since she entered the apartment. Once he was fairly sure he knew what she was on about, he grabbed a tray of chocolate cupcakes from the fridge, along with a Coke, and walked over, sitting down next to her.
Most people wouldn’t put up with this, Cooper reminded himself as he set the food on the coffee table. But he loved Jenna- genuinely loved her- and couldn’t imagine a world where she wasn’t one of his best friends. Besides, she was fun but, in a sense, lonely the way he was. Everyone seemed to move on after a while for both of them.
Cautiously, Cooper slid an arm around her shoulders, tugging her against him and petting her hair. He wasn’t very good at the whole comforting thing, but he was at least going to try. He kissed her on the temple, squeezing her gently. “Um… all I’ve got is chocolate cupcakes. But… are you…” Cooper paused, attempting to figure out the polite phrasing of his next question. “Are you having your lady days? Because I have tylenol if, uh… If that’s the problem.”
Jenna opened her eyes and looked up at him with her eyes of doe, breaking into fits of giggles at his little theory on her, “No—” she giggled some more. “—but thanks for asking, I suppose. I appreciate it.” she smiled softly and straightened herself up. “I actually just came here to see how you were. ” she shrugged, “Oh and I have some…” she trailed off, the aroma of chocolate interrupted her thoughts. Sensing that it’s near, she turned her head and followed the scent. She gazed down at the coffee table and saw a tray of Cooper’s famous chocolate cupcakes and one cold refreshing glass of coke, waiting to be devoured by her.
“Aww, I missed these!” she quickly beamed, slowly returning to her old self. She picked up two cupcakes for them both. Unable to resist the temptation of the cupcake, she took a huge bite of hers before offering him the other cupcake in her hand. “Want some?” she said, her voice a bit muffled from the food that was in her mouth. Not taking no for an answer, she handed it to him before he spoke, knowing that he needed this as much as she did. “You’ve been working all day Coopsie, you gotta be fueled by something.” she said as matter-of-fact as she continue devouring her cupcake. She chewed thoroughly first before speaking up once more, forming her words carefully as she did so.
“So—” she swallowed, “—like I was saying I have some news.” she smacked her lips before proceeding to her ‘big’ news. “I don’t live at the other side of town anymore.” she smiled, trying to hold her excitement. “I moved here downtown near the bicycle store!” she exclaimed. “Isn’t that great?” she asked him, bouncing a bit on his couch, a jolt of energy reviving the Jenna he knows and loves.
Charlie heard her before she appeared through the door and shook her head. Yep, this was going to be an interesting night no doubt. A moment later Jenna came out the door all but running (ugh seriously, that girl had the energy of ten condensed suns) and as soon as she looked at Charlie she stopped dead on her tracks, eyes widening comically. Charlie’s hand shot up to her hair, the fear that she had unknowingly burned them off hitting her for a second. She hastily took her hand down again and crossed her arms defensively. “Wowzers? I hope that’s a good thing.”
When Jenna poked hrer forehead, she flinched and took a step backwards, scrunching her eyebrows. “Nothing, Charlie is perfectly fine, and is standing right in front of you. Can we please go now and start this night of horror?” She didn’t mean to sound bitchy, but she knew Jenna all too well. This night would most likely include drinking, loud music, a crowd of people and something that could send them either to the hospital or in jail. She grabbed Jenna from the arm and dragged her to get her moving, waving her finger in front of her face. “I really hope you remembered that I told you to keep the crazy in check tonight right?”
As they were crossing, she made sure to smooth her hair with her hand a few time and straighten her coat. She was gonna need a whole lot of composure to get through the night.
Jenna escaped her grasp and suddenly stopped on her tracks. “I’m… I’m sorry, what?” stared at her with her bewildered green eyes, unable to fathom her statement about her expectation tonight. “Night of.. of… Horror?!” she said, her voice rose as she said the last word. She scoffed and placed her hands on her hips. “On the contrary, straight haired Charlie, this would be THE MOST RELAXING NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE.” she raised her arms and stretched it out on the open air. She placed her hands on her hips, doing a superman stance while staring of into space as she indulge in the brilliance of her masterplan set out for them both tonight.
For a split second, she forgot that there is someone behind her, making her jolt as she turned around. “Jesus!” she shrieked at the sight of her, placing her hand on her chest as she tried to calm herself down. She chuckled afterwards and shook her head, “I need to get used to that.” she referred to Charlie’s new do. She walked back to her, leading the way this time around as she linked her arm to hers. “Well, if you must know, it’s not a spa ‘cause that would just be DULL.” she rolled her eyes, not helping but to groan at the idea. She lead her to the elevator, taking everything slow, not wanting for her to feel that they got a ticking time bomb on their hands and only have mere seconds to disconnect it before everything else go kaput. As much as she wanted to go down running to the stairs like always, she cared for Charlie’s welfare more.
She knew how tedious her job can be at the bookstore. Even as it pains for her to even accept the horrid truth, not everyone in Sawyer likes to venture on to the world of literature. There’s a lot of places you can go to in this small town, the local bookstore’s not really on the list of the must see’s. People nowadays are just too busy to unwind and escape through paperbacks. Now, it’s not like she thinks that Charlie doesn’t care about this predicament, it’s just that it pains her to see that she stopped trying. First of all, everyone knows that Charlie’s not a people person and for her to enlighten people to take on the wonders of books requires—well, not hating 90% of the Sawyer population. That’s why now, she’s in a rut. She appears to be pushing a lot less effort to stand for her passion and Jenna just can’t let her friend’s passion falter that easily. So like she faced this predicament like any other predicament in her life, and that is through an adventure.
When the elevator door opened for them both, she went in, pulling her in with her. Still grasping her arm tightly, she went on rambling about tonight’s trip. “Tonight is all about you, don’t worry. I won’t get you drunk or high or whatever your mind has concocted.” she reassured her. “And no, I won’t say where we are going—” she turned her head to face her, staring at her with a stern expression on. “—all I’m going to say right now is you’re going to love it.” she squealed, her cheery expression kicking in as soon as it vanished earlier.