Jaye stays up late, for a specific reason. In her pajamas, she puts on shoes and goes outside and hangs out by the side of her cabin to make a phone call.

( ring, ring )

Jaye has been trying to ignore her phone. It keeps going to voicemail, and then ringing again an again. It's getting annoying, so by the eighth time, she finally picks up.

( yay phone )

Hi. Jaye's hungover. Not a shock. And there had been drinking and kissing- hi, Rory and introducing Buffy to boykissy and watching her date make out with himself and telling Sam something she maybe shouldn't have. And the only reason she says that is because Sam didn't go all "Well, when you're ready to tell me what's really up..." She isn't used ( Read more... )

Jaye spends her early morning being really really careful. Like, taking off her shirt-that-has-not-been-glued-to-her so she can use it as a guard between her and anything she might touch. The shirt is the barrier between her and the clothes she's planning on wearing (and a thorough glue search of them), the wall, everything. This was probably not ( Read more... )

After photography, Jaye comes back to the cabin, because it is pretty there and who the hell needs sunshine? Pfft. What? She's being productive, if anyone's paying attention to what she's doing.

It can not already be Wednesday. She is having fun. It is pretty and happy here. And the girls are cool, too. Not that they're not pretty, but whatever ( Read more... )