you can call me jazz ;

ѕнє'ѕ тнє gιяℓ ωιтн α ƒαιяутαℓє ƒα¢є; вυт нєя мσυтн ѕ¢яєαмѕ ℓιкє α ωσℓƒ'ѕ.

[the-colossal-dork-blog]

Will smiled awkwardly, but it didn’t reach his eyes as he scratched his head. “Well, I mean I did just kind of rip that door off it’s hinges….” he nodded at it, hovering on the edge of revealing just how wrong things really were. “I mean… maybe the hinges were old… guess I don’t know my own strength,” he laughed hollowly, trying to think of some way to help calm the girl down when in truth, he had no idea what was happening to her. 

“Hey, come on…. your parents love you, and… well it’s not as though they can exactly blame you for… whatever his is,” he stalled, slightly uncomfortable. He rubbed the back of his head again, biting the inside of his lip. “I know… it’s ok to be scared. There’s got to be something you can do. someone will be able to help,” he suggested - even though he was drawing a blank at who, or how someone might help.

[jazlynisms-blog]

“Sure.” Her own voice sounded more sarcastic than what she would have wanted. “Okay. The guy I met a few days ago can rip doors off in the blink of an eye.” Jazz paused, looking up. “Can things possibly get weirder? Of course they can.” She rambled on her own, trying to drown fear in a flood of words - and failed.

“Anyway, my parents are absolutely not the point.” she cut, her tone progressively lowering. “Thank you. I don’t even know why I’m treating you like this - I don’t know.” Jazlyn whispered.

[the-colossal-dork-blog]

Will looked from Jazlyn to the torn off door still in his hand, “Because I… n… nevermind,” he frowned, a little thrown - he hadn’t meant to startle her, but if she wasn’t going to question the fact he’d managed to rip a door off it’s hinges, he wasn’t going to push his luck. He grimaced slightly as she explained it probably wasn’t something the doctor’s could explain - she was probably right, he’d never seen anything like that before. 

“It’s ok,” he smiled gently, stepping slightly into the room, before stopping and trying to balance the door back where it should have been, “Uh… there. It’s fine, but listen… it’ll be ok. Weird things like this, maybe they happen more than we… I mean you, realise? And I’m sure your parents won’t care. There’s nothing to be ashamed of if you have some sort of… skin condition?” The man folded his arms across his chest, before seeing her shiver. “Are you cold? Do you want a jacket?”

[jazlynisms-blog]

“What? Tell me anyway. I-I need to focus. On something else.” Jazz begged, her eyes beginning to drift between Will and the door. Only now did her brain start to work as it usually did. She frowned, before her eyes locked on him again. “Please don’t tell me you did something weird-ass that nothing can explain, like...just like this!” Her voice rose to more high-pitched tones, as she moved back, nearly ramming the desk behind her.

“Oh, of course. Of course they won’t mind their second daughter getting in trouble too.” Her voice was sardonic, dripping with irony. She shook her head. “I’m fine. Keep your jacket - I’m not cold, I’m scared, okay? Anyone would be.” At least, that was what she tried to tell herself.

[aliadamsen-blog]

She heard a shriek and recognized the voice, and bolted toward it. “Jazz?!” Had the other girl found the guy who’d gotten her sister pregnant? Was she mid-murder? Was she being murdered? So many options flew through Ali’s head as she ran toward the sound, but that made it worse.

No, not again. She was feeling fine, but the closer she got to the screaming, the more panicked she got. She couldn’t breath again, it was a chest constrictnig type of panic, and she didn’t know why. She wasn’t even there yet, she didn’t even know what was happening! She stopped, trying to control her breathing, trying to force herself to keep going toward Jazz.

it should have been easy. Her friend was in trouble of one sort or another, and Ali needed to be there. It was simple, it was her basic philosophy on life. She was needed and thus she was there. But she had a hard time forcign herself forward when every step worsened the panic. “Jazz?” She called hesitantly, taking a deep breath and stepping into the room to find Jazz alone, but not alright.

“What the hell?” She said, her curisosity overriding the panic for a second and allowing her to move closer, but once she was there the panic rose anew. “Jazz, are you alright, does it hurt?” It seemed a logical thing to ask, right?

[jazlynisms-blog]

As she looked up, the sight of Ali was one of the most relieving Jazz could find at the moment; sure, her friend didn’t look much more relaxed than she was, but it was still better than trying to peel her skin off with her fingernails, which was both painful - and pointless, as her fingers didn’t even scratch the scales. “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been thinking of for the last ten seconds.” she breathed, her eyes meeting the brunette’s. “Oh my God, Ali, don’t tell me I’m also turning into some tiny Godzilla or something, I can’t see my face-” Her voice broke, the perspective being what it was: not reassuring at all.

“It doesn’t hurt.” she stated, outstretching her arm and keeping her wrist as far from her chest as she could, as if it could stop the emerald-green scales from spreading further. “Actually, it feels like...like it’s a part of me. Like I was born with it.” Her breath slowed down a little, as she realized it did nothing to her - except, of course, keep invading her normal, human flesh. She laughed nervously. “Is it normal if I start thinking this shit is natural?”

[the-colossal-dork-blog]

Will stared at the redhead, waiting for a response, but when it came, it only struck panic into his heart. Staring from his hand -still outstretched, to the reeling door, he froze. How the hell was he supposed to explain that?! “I… I… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.. I-i… “ He heaved a releaved sigh when she spoke again, and he tried to turn the attention away from himself. “What’s wrong?” He asked, stepping forward slowly.

When he saw the scales, Will baulked, his eyes widening. “What the….” he whispered, frowning in complete confusion. “Have you… you need to see a doctor? When… when did it start?” He fumbled for something to say, something to do but in truth he ad no idea where to start. Eventually he just stepped forward again, and offered her a weak smile. After everything this week had been bringing him; all the confusion, the fear, the complete lack of understanding anything, he finally opened his mouth and spoke the words he’d been needing to hear. “It’ll be ok, don’t worry Jaz, you’ll be ok.”

[jazlynisms-blog]

“Why are you even apologizing?” She blinked, momentarily forgetting her fear. Was was Will trying to excuse himself for something he had nothing to do with? It was only her. Her and weird skin problems. Jazz took a deep breath, trying her best to calm down and not accidentally kick the boy in the head - though he wouldn’t be the one hurting then.

“I-I don’t think this counts as regular problems.” she staggered, slowly covering her skin with her shirt’s sleeve and trying to think about something else than the scales that were starting to cover her shoulder now. Hopefully they’d stop there - if she was lucky enough. “Thank you -thank you, I needed this.” the girl muttered, trying to smile. “I doubt you can do anything for it - just explain to my parents why their daughter will never come out of her room again out of shame.” She tried to joke, but her voice broke; and she clutched her arm against her chest again, shivering.

[aliadamsen-blog]

Now that she was calm she was able to offer a half-laughing, entirely grateful smile up at Jazz. “You’re the best, have I mentioned that lately?”

“Are you sure?” She asked pleadingly. It would explain so much of how she’d been feeling and acting today. “No! That’s the thing, literally nothing’s happened since I left the library yesterday. I just woke up and all of a sudden I’m like the poster child for extreme PMS.” She said, talking a little faster as she rattled off her not-an-explanation explanation, but she stayed calm. Jazz had a nice effect on her, the girls needed to start hanging out more often. “I can’t think of anything that’s happened, seriously." 

[jazlynisms-blog]

Jazz patted her friend’s back. “Nah, I’m not. But thanks.” Since she wasn’t really good with helping her own family, the least she could do was find out what was wrong with Ali lately. “I’m pretty sure you can’t just become bipolar if nothing happened in the meantime. If you want some psychology major to confirm, I’ll find one.” She frowned. “Though there’s the whole library thing. Something weird happened to a girl there. D’you think any of your problems could have something to do with hers too?” Now that she thought of it, maybe all of it had connections to the rest. “Anyway, as long as it doesn’t turn yo crazy, we’re okay. What does it do, exactly?”

[the-colossal-dork-blog]

Will was in a classroom, abandoned except for himself, who was sat in the middle of the circle he’d cleared in the desks. He’d managed to get in andsit down alright this morning, but only by being incredbily gentle… he didn’t understand. Now when he did things the usual way he would, turning on taps, opening doors, picking things up, it was as though everything was made of the most fragile substances. It all broke.  Gingerly he tried reaching out towards the pen he’d put on the desk, feeling slightly relieved when he managed to move it into his hand without the sound of shattering plastic. Turning his attention to the paper on the desk, the brown-haired man took a deep breath and stretched his arm out. A the letter tore through the paper, scarring the wooden desk beneath it, and Will grimaced - it looked like he’d be taking audio recordings of his lectures for a while yet. B this time the paper held, just, deeply scored by the line of the pen as Will tried to be even more gently, barely touching the pen to the paper at all.

He made it to D before he heard the shriek through the corridor. There was a loud snap as the pen crumbled into shards of plastic in his hand. Launching himself out of his seat, Will burst out into the corridor, leaving his bags, and the desk that had buckled under his hands as he stood up, behind him. “Hello?” He called, pacing slightly up and down the corridor, peering into the empty classrooms he passed, Most of them were empty, just full of dust and unused furniture, but eventually he peeked into one, and saw a girl he recognised. Throwing open the door, leaving it groaning and hanging by one hinge, Will stepped inside. “Jazz? Did you hear that? Was that you?”

[jazlynisms-blog]

Half of Jazz’s brains stayed focus on her skin, the scales spreading over the flesh, making their way to her shoulder now. She suppressed the need to keep scratching it, considering she didn’t even feel her wrist and forearm under the green gird. The other half made her look up and her mouth hang open at the sight as the half-hanging door. The vision had the benefit of stopping her scream immediately. “What did you just do?”

“Was me.” she confirmed in a deep breath, a sob building in her throat. She hated feeling like she wanted to burst out in tears, especially in front of someone else, but it looked like her body didn’t give her much of a choice now. “I-I don’t know what’s happening. Turning into a fucking lizard for all I know!” She pulled her left sleeve up, the scales clearly detaching themselves over the skin. “How am I supposed to get rid of this?”

[the-colossal-dork-blog]

“Only because you’ve never been on the receiving end of one of her rants about your social life,” Will shot back, tipping his head to one side - he loved his mom, sure, bu when she didn’t get that lying on the sofa and watching films was your idea of fun, it could get pretty grating. “It would be going a lot better if I could get my laptop to work… or could remember all my data from the top of my head?” He grimaced - in short, it wasn’t going at all. “How does one even research a portfolio?” He asked, genuinely curious

[jazlynisms-blog]

“Most likely.”  Jazz agreed. “Though mine doesn’t complain much. I don’t even know if she knows what I do most of the time.” It was usually pretty cool, not having your mom on your back all day long. But when you could sneak out at midnight and not return until morning, it could be a little problematic. Maybe being the middle child kept the rants away, since the first one and the youngest always had more interesting things to talk about. “Sure. Well, I wish you good luck to either remember everything or wait until it potentially gets repaired - I’d help, but combining being crap with computers and not knowing a thing about mineral datas doesn’t.” the girl grinned. “I’m not researching a portofolio!” she laughed. “I’m more like, trying to find some ideas. Inspirational quotes, pictures and all that jazz. Unfortunately, it often turns to looking at things that are not related to it at all - well, can’t help myself.”

[dorotheapalmer]

“I…” Thea was at a complete loss for words. It wasn’t happening, was it?  “Well, I didn’t touch it but…” Surely, the glass couldn’t have shattered out of the blue for no good reason. There had to be a logical explanation. Somehow. “Maybe it just… I don’t know… maybe… ugh”, she exclaimed loudly, running a hair through her locks helplessly. 

Such things were not the norm; such things did not happen unless it was in some thriller movie. But this was reality, laws of physics and all that jazz, so there literally not a good reason for the glass to shatter - the windows were shut, she had checked, there had been no earthquake as far as she could tell, the table was pretty sturdy by the looks of it… There was not even one reason.

“I’m sure there is some logical explanation”, she said with a small shrug. There had to be one even if she couldn’t quite see it. It was late, she was tired but that didn’t negate the need for the world to function like it always had, right?

[jazlynisms-blog]

“Oh please no.” Jazz muttered, as she reached the table from which the glass had fallen and examined it. No strings, nothing. Actually, not a single object that could’ve pushed it off the surface. She wasn’t usually into that supernatural business, but now everything seemed a possible option. 

She took a deep breath, tapping her fingers against the wooden panel. “I absolutely hate saying this, but have you ever considered it might be you?” As far as she could tell, the glass was real, its sharps laying around, making the floor a mess. “I mean, no lightning, no earthquake, and everything there” -she nodded towards the table- “is secured and stable. That leaves the one foolish option.”

“Just please don’t mistake me with some mad scientist...but if we consider the possibility that either you and I made this happen - mostly you, though, since you were closer - we could give it a try.” she offered with a nervous smile, trying not to start screaming out loud.

[aliadamsen-blog]

“I walked out- oh my god I’m gonna fail I walked out Jazz, I don’t even- it wasn’t- I was doing well it doesn’t make any sense!” Jazz touched her shoulders and she suddenly wasn’t panicky anymore, she wasn’t half crying and hyperventilating, even though her eyes were still brimming with unshed tears. She was worried, she was concerned and nervous but not panicked. It was easy for the other girl to unclench her shoulders, she wasn’t tesnse anymore, at least not desperately so. She closed her eyes, opening them again and wondering if Jazz would think she’d lost her mind with her sudden calm. “I think I might be turning bipolar.” She said with complete seriousness. “Can you get spontaneous bipolar disorder is that a thing?”

[jazlynisms-blog]

“No- no, you’re not. You were feeling bad, maybe you’re sick - I’ll tell ‘em, okay? Just calm down. In the worst of cases, you’ll retake it. Just don’t look like you’re perfectly okay.” They had to understand, didn’t they? Jazz let go of Ali’s shoulders once those were still again, and allowed herself to catch her breath. “As far as I’m concerned, spontaneous bipolar disorder is not a thing. You’ll be fine. Now, what the heck happened? Did you do anything weird in - like, the twenty-four past hours?”

[aliadamsen-blog]

“What the hell is wrong with me?” 

[jazlynisms-blog]

“What happened, Ali? Weren’t you supposed to be taking a test right now?” Jazz had caught up with her friend in the corridor, as she was alone, intending to talk to her - but apparently, the brunette wasn’t really in the mood right now. She grabbed her shoulders, making Ali look at her and locking eyes with her. “Okay. Breathe. Keep calm. And tell me what happened.” She tried to sound as motherly and reassuring as she could, pressing the girl’s shoulder and making her slowly lower them, decrisping them. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

[dorotheapalmer]

(x)

How dare they! How dare they write things like that about her mother, she thought angrily, flunging the newspaper on a nearby table. Her mom was a respected reporter, she did not lie. Not ever, not all so how dare was this woman write things like that! Thea was simply fuming. This stranger didn’t know her mother, couldn’t know how much time and care she put into all her investigations…

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by sharp sound of shattering glass, which evoked a gasp from the girl. She whipped her her head in the direction it had come from and saw a broken glass, pieces of it lying all over the table, chair and carpet, with no one and nothing close enough to have broken it.

“W-what? How did this happen?”, she muttered to herself, nearing the ‘scene of the crime’ to have a good look at it.

[dorotheapalmer]

[jazlynisms-blog]

Jazz had finally managed to fall asleep on one of the kids’ bean bags. She couldn’t tell how long it had been, but when she opened her eyes again, the lights were flickering above her head, as if some ghost was trying to communicate with her through morse code. “I can’t read morse.” she heard herself reply before she realized she sounded completely stupid. The girl rubbed her eyes. Surely she was still a little asleep somehow.

She clumsily made her way to the upper floor, searching for someone awake, as a sound of broken glass almost made her jump to the roof. “Goodness” she muttered, before walking directly to the source of the noise. Who the hell dropped glasses in the middle of the night like that? Her thoughts came back to The Conjuring again.

“What - what happened?” she asked, yawning, pointing to the shattered glass on the floor. Her eyes widened. “Oh please don’t tell me this happened without you touching it. I’m not in the mood for anything creepy right now.” 

[devlinlivius-blog-blog]

Devlin jumped when he heard a voice. There was someone down here, after all. That made him relax a little, though, at least creepy music wasn’t just playing by itself in the basement. That would have been awful. The makings of a horror movie, even. 

“Marvel is my dog. A German Shepherd. Have you seen her?” He asked before realizing how rude that was. “I’m sorry. My name is Devlin. I should have introduced myself first.” 

He was too worried about his dog to do much more than introduce himself, though. He had plenty of questions, like what she was doing in the basement listening to music at this time of night for one thing, but the most important question had already been asked. Without his dog, he wouldn’t be able to go home when he got off work at 3. 

[jazlynisms-blog]

A dog? Oh. Okay. That made things suddenly much clearer. Jazz felt kind of stupid for believing Marvel was a person. Of course, people weren’t just named like that - or she had clearly been missing out something about the world. “I’ve no idea of what a German Shepherd looks like, honestly” she replied, slightly embarrassed. “But I did see something moving when I came down here. It freaked me out. Could be your dog?” She remembered nearly screaming because something had run past her, and her feeling of stupidity increased.

“No worries. I’m Jazlyn.” she smiled, although she was more and more sure he couldn’t see it anyway. “I could help you look for your dog, if you want to.” After all, he was blind and she was not. Surely he could use a pair of eyes.

[aliadamsen-blog]

“Oh please like you should talk you and your siblings are like model gorgeous.”

“Ooh, everyone loves a good mystery. Especially film majors right?” She laughed, seriously considering it for a moment before she was distracted by thoughts of snorkeling. “That would be so awesome! I’d love that.” She said, falling into thought about exploring around the Great Barrier Reef finding fish and playing with turtles. That sounded like something she could be happy doing. But- “What if I didn’t love it forever though? That’s always the catch, what if what if. And I…. have no clue what polyvalent means, forgive me?” She said, making a wincing face.

She groaned loudly, pretending to gag. “oh my god they’re so domestic it’s ridiculous and disgusting and I hate them and I’m jealous but I’m not.” She nodded in agreement with Jazz’s opinions. “Exactly! Like I’m perfectly happy on my own, doing my thing or trying to find my thing, and then they come along and make me question all my single happiness. Jerks.” She laughed.

Her expression went horrified. “What?!” She shrieked, lucky that they were mostly secluded away from the others. “That bastard! We need to hunt him down and like, kill him or geld him or at least maim him a little.” She said, huffing angrily. Granted, she didn’t know Carla all that well, but she was the sister of Jazz, who was Ali’s friend, and people didn’t mess with Ali’s friends without her getting worked up about it.

[jazlynisms-blog]

“Is this a compliments contest? Bring it on.” Jazz grinned.

“Suspense! Drama! Doubts! All things that make a good movie...if you know how to handle it, which I don’t.” she sighed. “But there’s a really high chance they’ll know way better than us how to make something actually interesting with it.” After all, the last time they had decided to show some students’ work, the girl had been pretty amazed. A horror movie-themed evening would probably make her want to crawl back into her bed. “Well...think about it! Beaches, palm trees, waves, viva la vida. If you keep thinking with what ifs, I’ll give you one. What if we all die this evening and we don’t get to do anything? You’re welcome, for the pessimism.” She winked at Ali, a smile spreading over her features. “Polyvalent means, in this case, someone who can do and does different things. You could never get bored of it, maybe.”

“Aren’t they?” Jazlyn sighed. She made a -falsely- disgusted face, looking as if she was going to puke. “But I do recognize I’m jealous. The day I get a boyfriend - or a girlfriend, won’t mind - they won’t be done with hearing from me. I’m going to repay them for all the cute kisses and cuddles on our couch.” she added, looking desesperate. 

She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, that was my reaction too. I’m all for killing him, unfortunately, I’d have to find him first, and I’m not sure the police will appreciate. Sure, they don’t get slaughter house scenes everyday, but you know...” She had seriously considered ending him - at least socially. But things like that needed more thinking. “Calm down. I’ll find something deliciously evil to do.”

[jazlynisms-blog]

Her day had begun...pretty normally. Rushing to the kitchen, carefully ignoring her parents’ face, grabbing a few toasts, an apple and running away. Jazz didn’t want to stay home longer than needed, and did nothing to hide how relieved she would be when she’d finally get hold of her own apartment. If they hadn’t realized she didn’t want to see them anymore, now was clear enough.

“Fuck it.” she muttered, holding a hand to her forehead. Since yesterday, the day she had returned from the library, exhausted and blinking at the sun, her headache hadn’t gone away. Actually, it was getting worse, as if it was spreading to her own body. What the hell was happening? It didn’t feel like sickness - just an ill, feeling of uncomfortableness she couldn’t get rid of, even with swallowing as many aspirin tablets she could without making things worse because of it.

At the break, she found an empty classroom and leaned against the cold wall, her breath short. And suddenly the pain was gone, leaving only a fresh feeling from her head to her toes. Her first feeling was relief, indeed. Finally. She looked down at her shaking hands, and couldn’t help but letting out a cry. Fortunately, the corridor was empty, because she wasn’t about to calm down. Not at all.

Her palms and wrists were growing green, emerald-like scales, that began spreading on her forearms and towards her shoulders. She tried to rub it off, but it felt like - well, it felt like real scales, as if she had touched a snake or a lizard. “Oh my God.” she muttered under her breath, trying to not panick, which seemed the most difficult thing ever at the moment. “What the hell. What's happening to me?” she shrieked.

[the-colossal-dork-blog]

“There’s probably about a million blogs about it… my Mom always tries to tell me about tips she’s found online anyway,” Will shrugged, his big shoulders rolling easily, before he reached up, stretching his arms out. She just liked to be involved, he though, so she could still feel like his Mom. “I guess so… I’m supposed to be examining these different samples of rocks, looking at their composition, how they are made up, what’s in them, what rock grains there are… it tells us about how the rock was formed. What, er. What brings you in here?”

[jazlynisms-blog]

“I like your mom.” Jazz commented with a smile. “Looks like life with her is pretty easy.” Sure, it wasn’t like hers could easily help her with anything, except modeling and lending her some magazines she had grabbed at some random stand. For anything else, doing things on her own was okay. “How is everything going so far? I’m pretty sure I won’t understand the half of it, but let’s try it.” the girl laughed. After all, it couldn’t hurt. “Well...you know that feeling, when you’re trying to get things done and you end up procrastinating it? Well, replace things by ideas researches for a portfolio, and basically, you’ve got the reason why I’m here.”

[bethanyramirez]

“Yeah, I hope so. Could be climate change, I suppose, causing changes in weather patterns and freak weather and stuff. Still, something feels weird about this,” she mused, half talking to herself now in that way she did whenever she was trying to figure something out, “Maybe it’s just the electricity, static and that.”

“Erm, I can try, but I’m not a massive reader. I think there might be a recommended shelf over there somewhere-” she gestured towards a shelf across the seating area from her desk “- stuff the other librarians have enjoyed, that sort of thing. What sort of thing are you after?” For someone whose job gave them unlimited access to books, Beth’s knowledge of them was shockingly limited to two genres - fantasy novels and books on theoretical physics.

[jazlynisms-blog]

Jazz was tempted to simply answer anything that can lift my spirits. She would’ve been ready to read some kids books, with pictures taking the whole page’s space and only a few words each time, if it was something naive, cheerful and optimistic. She would’ve taken the most sugar-coated and cliché novel ever. At least, those had the benefit of making her laugh. 

“I’ll take a look.” she promised. Right now, she just felt like she was embarrassing the librarian, and the feeling was awkward. “I kind of like everything, honestly. Fantasy, sci-fi - anything would be good.” She gave the girl a tiny smile, trying to silently tell her she was really sorry for not remaining silent.

[aliadamsen-blog]

“Oh I am.” she agreed, making model-y faces at Jazz for a few seconds before laughing. “They thank you for your appreciation of their genes.” Her mother had passed a while ago, when Ali was just entering high school, but she often replied as expected to idle comments. Besides, her mom WOULD have been appreciative of her genes being appreciated, so it was all basically the same thing.

“That’s fair. As long as we all make it ‘til morning, I could go for a nice distraction in the form of creepiness.” She laughed. “I’ll have to go make a film major friend, let them in on the secret. Or I could just hang a note on the door of one of their classrooms?” she idly wondered aloud, half kidding. She flopped so she was half leaning on Jazz in a show of exasperation. “That’s the thing! I don’t even know what I want. I could tell my family I’ve decided I want to major in snorkeling and they’d be happy because I just made a decision. But I hate committing to just one thing for the rest of my life, it sounds so final. What if I get bored? What if I don’t like the job itself? What if I wasted all this learning for nothing?!”

“Uhg, tell me about it. Jack said the same thing. I’ve been spared having to see them too much lately, but don’t you just hate how adorably disgusting they are? Makes the rest of us feel like friendless losers.” She laughed, completely kidding about that one. She didn’t consider anyone in her life losers, but it spilled out in a joke and it was funny so she didn’t bother pointing out it was a joke; Jazz knew her well enough to know she was kidding. Her laughter died in a split second at the last comment, though. “What’s wrong with Carla? Do we need to sic the boys on someone?”

“Oooh sounds awesome I can’t wait to see! Can I come to one next time with you?" 

[jazlynisms-blog]

“But you’ve got to recognize your family’s genes are pretty good.” the girl laughed. She hadn’t met all of Ali’s siblings, only Jack and Brianne, but considering the three of them, she was ready to bet the rest of the family was good-looking too. As for her parents, she had only caught a glimpse of their dad one day, and never talked. 

“Hang a note. It makes it look mysterious.” she chuckled. Jazz did know some cinema majors - but barely. Anyway, not enough to show up and suddenly suggest they use the library as a film setting. It would be terribly awkward, and she’d probably want to bury herself in her garden later on. “Well, snorkeling could be fun. You could get to travel to Australia, and spend your days in the Great Barrier Reef, teaching people.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I guess it’s about having a vocation for something. Like, you just feel like it’ll never bore you, because doing it makes you happy. Maybe you’re just taking some time to find one. But if I find some polyvalent job, I’l let you know.” 

“He’s bringing her home for dinner on some evenings. Can you just believe it? And Mom and Dad are so happy, like they’re the golden couple or something. They’d have a heart attack out of happiness if the two of them announced their wedding.” She rolled her eyes, pretending to be completely disgusted. “In fact, they’re shoving their cuteness in the face of my single status, which tears my conscience apart between I need no one and but it would be fun.” the redhead added with a laugh. Her face turned serious again, as she talked about Carla. “Jerk of an ex she had. Got her pregnant. Disappeared from the surface of the earth.” she sighed, trying to make her tone not-too-bitter.

“You can come anytime, honestly. It’s not like, something private at all, except if the interviewee disagrees.”