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    Jess — Plan B; pt. 98

     

    Having driven with both mom and Bette, I think the right choice had been made. At least in terms of speed.

     

    I didn’t want mom to think that we weren’t listening to her, though, so I made ambulance noises.

     

    She didn’t appreciate my effort. But since I was the patient, I knew she wouldn’t hit me.

     

    Okay, I knew she wouldn’t hit me because she doesn’t hit me. I still knew I was getting an extra pass.

     

    Trust me, I’d have gladly skipped the chance to make ambulance noises.

     

    All I wanted was a cookie. Or a few cookies. It’s the eve of school being over. That should be a night to celebrate, right?

     

    Geez.

     

    So, what do I get instead?

     

    I get freaky mom. Doctor Porter. And a trip to the emergency room.

     

    That was kind of funny, though. There I was with mom and Bette, and people kept asking questions about my insurance and stuff, except they’d look to Porter for the answers.

     

    At least getting mad was taking away a little of mom’s freak stuff. Just a little, since she was also kind of freaking about having to answer all the questions.

     

    After a while, I just went to lie down, which really wasn’t possible since they had all those seats that were kind of butt-shaped and all stuck together. But I did my best. After a while it wasn’t hurting quite as much, but geez it still hurt.

     

    Mom got the paperwork set, and Porter shuffled between the two of us, supporting mom and asking if I was ok.

     

    What I really wanted was some drugs. Instead I got another Doctor Porterism, ‘drugs could mask the symptom.’ Yeah. They could make it stop hurting. That’s why I want them!

     

    Geez.

     

    I can’t catch a break today for nothing.

     

    It was a short eternity before someone finally called us in. Mom and I headed towards the exam room. I think Porter wasn’t quite sure what to do, she was kind of hanging out by the uncomfy chairs. So I nudged mom who motioned to Porter. I might need her to run interference should mom start freaking again.

     

    Mom is, overall, somewhat calm. After all, she didn’t put the calls out to Aunt Alice and Aunt Shane, as she’d normally do when some minor mishap occurs. Not that those happen often, but you know, life just occurs sometimes.

     

    The hospital stuff wasn’t too bad until they decided to do x-raying. That hurt again. And then, reduction. Reduce what? Not pain!

     

    On top of it all, I didn’t even get a cool cast out of the deal. Splint. All I got was a splint. The cast comes in a couple days and until then, I can’t take a shower.

     

    Aargh!!

     

    How am I supposed to hang around with Luis if I can’t take a shower?

     

    It’s a conspiracy to make me a nun. Mom must have told them that rule.

     

    Somewhere along the line, when the Bettester was being a little too cheerful, it made me really just not want to do anything. Like, give more blood to the vampires. Like I said, my blood, not so cool.

     

    But then Bette offered to make me breakfast. I agreed if for no other reason than to watch mom watch Porter in the kitchen.

     

    What a lousy night. Should have been a celebration. Should have been cookies. Instead, I got a splint.

     

    The pain pills aren’t bad, though. They finally gave them to me, and they’re kind of working.

     

    Home, driver, I’ve got some important sleeping to do.

     

    (tbc)

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    Comments

    1. Funny chapter, Jess is a cut-up. Before you end this please give us some loving stuff between Bette and Tina and get them permanently back together, PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE. Make Jesse like Bette more and accept her as her other mother. Thanks for the post.

    2. Aww poor Jess, she just wanted some cookies, but at least everything’s okay. I know I’m not one to talk since my own writing has kinda stalled but PLEASE don’t end this, I don’t think there can be a resolution to this story in 2chtps unless they’re really long chapters. Who am I kidding? I just don’t want this to end. With the way the S3 spoilers are coming I need to at least have an idea that in the end everything between Bette and Tina works out! Plus, I love Jess!

    3. I didn’t like the sound of just stopping at 100. 200 chapters would be great just to see Jess get to Porter and her Mom. This was funny and cute,Porter excuse me Dr porter took over. thanks

    4. First thing first…you said that you would continue to write even if you finished this story, right? Good. I won’t whine then. Now, Jess’ inner dialogue is just brilliant! There has been evidence of Jess slowly emerging maturation over the course of the story, but you have never waived from the core that makes Jess who she is. That slightly acerbic, sarcastic and self-deprecating bent that makes her observations so acute. You balance the soft and edgy sides of Jess with such finesse. Without benefit of a complete dossier on either Tina, Bette or Jess we are still able to understand the essence of who they are. The humor that you imbues this chapter is delightful and just what the situation called for. Again, brilliant.

    5. I understand about this story concluding, am relieved to read that you will continue this story line. For me, i’d love to see the Jess/sex-ed theme continue. lots of laughs there.

    6. This story seems to be coming to a natural conclusion. I’d rather end it when it feels right than force it to continue. Doesn’t mean I won’t do more with this idea, by any means.

    7. Great chapter. I enjoy your story. I would hate to see the story end, but you have to do what you feel. But know this…as long as you write, I will be reading. Looking forward to more.

    8. When I looked at the title, I suddenly got a bad omen, coz the number is too close to 100. But now I feel like maybe to do some adjustment to the hundredth digit or to add some trivial zeros to the end is a better choice to end the story. What do you think? =)

    9. You can not stop this at 100, one theirs too much to still wrap up,like really getting B&T together, and then we still need some lovin stories about them. Too funny about Jess, just knew it had to be something she did.

    10. i love jess, i laughed the whole way through the story, geez, can you be any funnier? if you’ll stop at ch. 100 consider a sequel or another story, please

    11. great chappy:) I’m glad all is well, for the most part. Hmmm chapter 100. I don’t think you should end there, but that’s only because I’m infatuated with your writing. If you end there, you have to PROMISE to write another story, otherwise I’ll shrivel up and die. keep writing. I’ll be reading.

    12. If and I mean IF you end at 100 chapters…………..PLEASE give us more Jess and parental interaction. I just love your writing and how you’ve developed these characters with your own unique style. I could beg and plead if need be!!!!!!!

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