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    Story written on December 18, 2005 by Manda L..
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    Complete. Jenny’s point of view as she goes to dinner with Carmen. Somewhere between season 2 and season 3. No spoilers though. It’s a complete work of fiction. WARNING: There is some violence and a character death. It’s very angsty.

    "How did I get so lucky to know someone like you?" She barely whispers, being caught up in the moment as well.


    She’s in pain Jenny. She’s confused. She’s vulnerable. Don’t do this to her now.


    "***** it." I say aloud before putting a shaky hand on her cheek and leaning in, pressing my lips softly against hers. My heart beats faster and then stops as she wraps her arms around my neck and accepts the kiss, countering with a harder, more passionate one of her own.

    *****…Shane is going to kill me if she finds out.

    I can’t do this. This is wrong. Oh God, I don’t want to stop. But no, this is wrong. I pull Carmen from me and realize that there are hot, wet tears streaming down her face.

    "I’m sorry." I whisper in shame, putting my head down and avoiding eye contact. I can’t help the smile that escapes from the corner of my mouth as I hear her sniffle cutely. She backs away, sticking her hands in her back pockets, looking up at the sky and biting her bottom lip.

    "*****! Why does this have to be so fucked up?" She shouts aloud to no one. I look around and realize that we are completely alone on a darkened suburban street. I don’t recognize any of the houses or cars. We had been walking and talking so long that we got lost. This sudden uneasy feeling washes over me, making me feel sick. Carmen doesn’t realize anything, but I can see she’s calming down. She sniffles (so adorably) again and wipes the few stray tears away.

    "Hey, I think we’re lost." I say with a half-laugh, trying to hide the fact that I’m nervous. As far as I know, we had walked straight so if we just turned around, we could probably find our way back. Hopefully.

    I look at my watch. 12:33 a.m. Wow. We had been walking for longer than I realized. "Maybe we should try to head back."

    Carmen looks around and finally takes in her surroundings, realizing herself that we’ve completely strayed off the beaten path. "Oh…*****." She mutters, looking around. I start back, bending my arm and motioning for her to move along with my head. She smiles a little, moves to me, hooks her arm around mine and we walk.

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    1. I can’t belive that this is your first TLW fanfic.That was intense,angsty=brilliant. I love the way you potrayed Carmen and Jenny, you clearly know them as characters. Awesome job, nothing but the best praises for you:)

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