I Like Doing Hoodrat Stuff with my Friends || Kennedy & Jesse
Although Kennedy had approached Jesse with the intention of ending their friendship for good, he had found a way back into her steely heart once again. Kennedy had a thing for loyalty - it was something she was always searching for in others, the one thing that separated the real people from the trash. Money can buy you a lot of things - almost everything these days in fact, but it can't buy the close ties that were afforded to those who didn't have much to give in the first place. On the side of the tracks Kennedy was from, a place where money was scarce and therefore there wasn't much to give, the only thing they had to show they cared for someone else was loyalty. And in that regard, she and Jesse were loaded.
From the first days of their friendship when they boarded the school bus together to now, Jesse and Kennedy had been forced to fight the same demons. Both stuck with parental figures - or lack there of - that needed to be taken care of, they both harbored more responsibility and lack of love than any young adult should. Similar circumstances had banded them together, allowing them to make it through elementary and middle school with someone to lean on. Kennedy could remember the multiple times Jesse had saved her from the older guys at school, convinced they could take advantage of her in a drunken state because of her bad reputation - because she 'wanted it' or 'asked for it' by the way she spoke and dress. Kennedy had always known that if she was ever in real trouble, Jesse would be there for her. He was the solid base she needed that had allowed her to grow into the incredibly strong and resilient woman she was now.
And for a moment, she thought she had almost lost him. She had to be sure that Jesse hadn't purposely sold to her mom - that he hadn't been willing to hurt Kennedy for the sole purpose of profit. He had helped her get her mom home dozens of times, both of them supporting her from each side after she took one too many lines to numb her for a night on the job. Now that she knew that Jesse hadn't directly sold to her - that he had sold to another dancer at the club who had in turn given a cut to her mother - that trust she so desperately needed from him, that trust she would never tell him met so much to her was restored. Grabbing the bottle of bottom shelf tequila from the cupboard and slipping a tattered band t-shirt on over her fishnet stockings and bra she set out for the Cliffs. She and Jesse had discovered their private spot years ago, the spot where the abandoned lighthouse stood overlooking the harbor. Nobody ever ventured up there and in that place, looking over the entire town, she and Jesse felt like they were above everyone. Spotting him leaning against the darkened tower, she held the bottle proudly above her head, a bag of limes in her other hand and a salt shaker in her bag "Guess who brought the goods? Snakebites are on your bottom bitch tonight." She laughed as she sauntered towards him, bumping her hip against his as she unscrewed the bottle cap. "I've missed you lately Morris, you must be as busy as I've been lately since I haven't seen your face around. Business picking up?"
