Everybody Changes: 3/?
Title: Everybody Changes
Author: kellou24
Based On: TV Series
Rating: PG-13 (For Now)
Pairings: Jenny/OMC, OFC/OMC, Blair/Chuck, Eventually Nate/Jenny
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl. If I did Nate and Jenny would already be together.
Summary: 5 years can change a person. Right?
Previous chapters: http://kellou24.livejournal.com/tag/fic:%20everybody%20changes
I was abruptly awaken from an amazing dream involving Robert Pattinson, chocolate syrup, handcuffs and me by the sound of banging and cursing coming from the kitchen, which could only mean one thing.
Ana was cooking again.
The girl may have many talents but cooking is not one of them. It’s a hazard to your health.
I glanced over at the clock and couldn’t help but want to kill my best friend. The bitch knew I wasn’t a morning person. And why the HELL is she cooking at 6:30 in the morning anyway?
I got out of bed with a sigh of regret and slipped on my robe and slippers and started the trek to the kitchen. I navigated my way through boxes and saw over the bar Ana cracking an egg into the blender with cut up fruits and vegetables surrounding her. She had her long brown locks up in a bun on top of her head with stray pieces around her face and she was wearing a flannel pajama top with matching shorts and pink knee socks on her feet. She must of heard my footsteps because she looked up and gave me a mega watt smile.
“Morning Minnie!” She exclaimed happily with way too much pep in her voice for this early in the morning. She has to be on something. Probably crack.
“Morning,” I said unhappily, sitting down on one of the stools and hunching over, my head resting on my arms. I jolted up when she suddenly started the blender. After about a minute she turned it off and poured some of her-whatever that is into a glass and took a sip. I could barely hold back my grimace at the sight of that green mulch my friend had just ingested.
“Want a shake?” Ana asked presenting the shake like Vanna White would present the next letter to the puzzle.
“What’s in it?” I asked cautiously.
“Some beer, V8, apple peelings, pudding, butter, ranch, 2 eggs and mountain dew. I call it The Annihilator.” She stated looking proud of herself.
“No thanks.” I said with thinly veiled disgust in my voice. She just rolled her eyes, told me I’m too close minded for my own good, and went back to her disgusting creation she called a shake.
She came and sat in the chair next to me and we talked about non essential things while she finished her drink.
“So how’s your hot brother?” she asked slyly.
“Uh would you please refrain from saying that?”
“What? That your brother’s a total DILF?”
“Yes. You always do this. Do you know how awkward it is for me to hear about your obsession with my brothers abs?”
“Look you should blame it on our first meeting. From that moment on I was hooked.”
“You know you have a boyfriend right?”
“Please, he’s just there to get me through the lonely nights.”
“Whatever.” I said before changing the subject from my friends crush on my brother. “So when do you want to start unpacking this crap.” I said gesturing to the boxes cluttering our apartment.
“Now’s good for me.” she said standing up and walking to the boxes. I had no choice but to follow her.
We each got a box and sat down on the floor. I opened my box and started going through the contents of the box. Most of it was knick knacks that Ana had bought when we were sharing our first apartment so I decided till Dan came over to install the shelf to start on another box. I pushed that box aside and right when I reached for another one I heard a laugh from Ana. She was holding up a picture that we’d had taken from the first day we officially became friends.
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Halloween 2010
I opened the door to the master bathroom and quickly stepped in hoping to get a second alone. I didn’t want to come to this party but according to Dan, who by the way only had one good friend in high school, I needed to make friends. Hypocrite.
I closed the door behind me and walked to the mirror. I looked in the mirror and observed the changes since moving in with mom. I was still deathly pale as always. The most noticeable differences would be that I’d gained a little weight so my boobs were bigger and I didn’t look like I was going to blow away, I’d gotten rid of the black eyeliner in favor of a more natural look and my hair isn’t platinum blonde anymore. More golden like my natural color. I ran my hand threw my hair and took out the mouse headband. I was just about to readjust it when I heard a sound behind me. I turned around and looked but saw nothing. I was about to shrug it off and turn back to the mirror when I heard the sound again. It was coming from the shower. I moved forward and grabbed hold of the curtain and yanked it back to see what was making the sound.
Sitting in the tub was a crying brunette wearing a Harley Quinn costume, face paint and everything. You could tell she’d been crying because her face paint was running down her face. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and I couldn’t help asking what happened.
“My boyfriend.” she replied in a monotone. I motioned to see if I could sit on the other end of the tub and she moved her legs to accommodate me. I sat down and we just stared at each other for a second.
“What did he do?” I asked cautiously.
“He was just trying to push me into something I wasn’t ready for.” She stated looking up at the ceiling.
“Sex?” I asked to be sure.
“Yeah”
“Did he try to force you?” I asked looking over at her to catch her expression. She pursed her lips, met my eyes and slowly shook her head yes. I bit my lip and pulled out my cell phone.
“Who are you calling?” she asked watching me punch numbers.
“Texting my brother actually. I’m going to have him come and pick us up.” I said pushing send on my message. “Now we wait.”
“What’s your name?”
“Jenny.”
“Mines Ana,” she said before continuing. “So Minnie mouse huh?”
“Yeah. Used to be obsessed with the cartoon. Why Harley Quinn?”
“My boyfriend was the joker.”
“Ah.”
We sat in silence for about two minutes avoiding each others eyes.
“So how long till your brother gets here?” She asked curiously.
“About five minutes.”
Just then my phone rang with Dan’s name flashing on the screen. I picked it up and told him I was in the master bathroom. We both stood up, got out of the tub and she went to the mirror to fix her makeup. She had just got her makeup fixed when there was a frantic knock on the door. I opened the door to see my wide eyed brother who immediately upon seeing me grabbed my shoulders and frantically looked he over.
“What happened?!” He asked terrified. I guess I shouldn’t of texted him ‘Guy was a little handsy. Come help.’ Oops.
“Well so this guy dressed as the Joker was a little forceful to m-” I stopped short watching Dan take off running downstairs. I looked back at Ana and she was looking at me with a shocked expression which immediately changed to terror when we heard a crash downstairs. We both took off running downstairs and reached the last step only to stop short at the sight of my brother beating the shit out of some guy dressed as the joker.
“Hey babe! Looks like Cooper’s finally getting his ass kicked.” Said some guy, also dressed as the Joker, putting his arm around Ana’s shoulder. I looked at her and she mouthed ‘wrong guy’ to me.
Shit.
“Dan!” I yelled frantically. He looked up at me with a look of pure rage on his face, blood on his knuckles aim fully poised to hit poor Jason Cooper again. “Wrong guy.” I said giving him an apologetic smile and nodding my head to the right Joker. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and immediately dropped poor Jason on the ground, who let out a groan of pain when he hit the floor, and walked determined towards Ana’s boyfriend. Upon seeing Dan walking towards him, the guy took his arm off Ana’s shoulder and put his hands up in surrender. Dan threw one punch and everyone in the room heard the sound of the guys nose breaking. He fell on his ass holding his broken nose, which was gushing blood making an interesting contrast with the white face paint.
Everyone in the room could only stare at the scene in front of them. Two Jokers, bloody, lying on the floor in pain and my brother standing in the middle of the scene, shaking out his right hand.
Suddenly Dan cleared his throat and looked at me before motioning to the door and walking out. I looked over at Ana only instead of her eyes meeting mine with the same amount of incredulous shock in our eyes, I saw her eyes following my brothers form with one hand over her heart and an expression of, what can only be described as awe, on her face. I rolled my eyes and grabbed her hand to pull her along with me. We were almost to the door when someone with a camera stepped in front of us and quickly took a picture of us before running off. Now I’m pissed. I wasn’t even posed right!
I pulled her along behind me and found my brother leaning against a cab door. He opened the door for us but before I got in I asked one more favor of my brother.
“Dan you see that guy with the camera and the glasses?” I asked innocently pointing over at the guy who’d just taken my picture. He nodded. “Well he’d taken some inappropriate pictures of me earlier an-” He took off running before I was even finished and I couldn’t hold back my triumphant smile, getting in the cab and putting my arm around a still swooning Ana’s shoulder.
It was good to have a brother who jumps to conclusions.
Sometimes.
A/N: So what did you think? Do you like Ana? What about Dan kicking ass? Tell me what you think