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Jessa Van Zandt

"It's just another chapter in my life I'd really like to skip."

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a character in “Outcast Boulevard”, as played by fauxreality

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Name - Jessa Van Zandt

Age - 18

Gender/Role - Girl One. (:

Occupation - Street musician/Waitress

Appearance - Jessa is short, there's no denying that. She only reaches about 5'0, and that's if she's really stretching. Style wise, she'll wear whatever she can get. Which leaves her with a lot of baggy t-shirts, a dangerously short pair of shorts, and a pair of pants. Of course, she has her work uniform too. Clothes are expensive and she doesn't have money to waste. Her hair is medium length and brown. There was a point when she dyed it blonde, but her hair has since grown out. As for the haircut, she keeps it simple and cuts her own hair. There's a few layers in the front, and she makes sure he bangs are an appropriate length, but that's it. Her nose is pierced with a silver hoop and so is her tragus. She has a tattoo of a heart on her right, middle finger. When she's not working her old acoustic guitar is almost always with her. She's extremely pale so she tends to avoid the sun, sun burns are her worst enemy. Of course, every time she goes out she always manages to get a little pink.

Personality - In the beginning, she was very shy. She refused to talk to anyone and kept to herself. She didn't trust, and to this day she still has trust issues. She is constantly second guessing herself, whether it's about her talent or just her every day decisions. Jessa is almost always on edge, looking over her shoulder, especially when there's men around. Other than her anxiety, once she opens up she can be a sweetheart. When she likes something, she'll put her whole heart into it. Whether that's baking (which she isn't very good at...at all.), or arts and crafts, or music. She likes to help people and tries to be a good listener, despite not being a very good talker.

Likes - Music, rain, thunderstorms, Swedish fish, baking, singing, reading

Dislikes - Biological family, most men, alcohol, peanuts, hot days

Fears -
- Most men, do to her past, and spiders.

History - Once upon a time there was an heiress to the Van Zandt Hotel fortune....No, really. Jessa grew up in a very rich and very well known family. She was never one for the spotlight. Her parents were judgmental of her, and everyone else they had in their lives. Not that they were home long enough to ever judge her in the first place, and when they were it was constant screaming all the time. Her brother, eight years her senior, was not the best person to be around twenty four/seven either. It started out as small things, a drunken, grotesque flirtation, a slap on the ass. But then things got violent, he would hit her, and threaten her. This was all when she was still very young, only twelve years old. She got scared and had no idea what to do, or who to talk to. She was alone. So when he sneaked into her room one night, and brutally molested her, she had no one to turn to but herself. This was the beginning of her cutting/burning addiction. She would take a metal clip, warm it till it was just hot enough to burn, and would stick it on her stomach. There were razor blades, too. The abuse continued for years until she finally found herself running away for days on end, and finally leaving on her seventeenth birthday to live at The Firehouse. She's been there for a year now, and just as things were starting to look up she peed on a stick and two little lines changed her life yet again. This time it only took minutes.

So begins...

Jessa Van Zandt's Story

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"Carbs are good for the soul. Especially on days like this." Jessa said with a comforting smile. She might as well be happy now that other people were here. No need to bring people down who were already dealing with their own shit. It seemed like everyone that lived here was having one of those days where nothing went right. Even Skyler and Aspen - who should have been home by now, but were not. That was a little concerning, but she brushed it off. People came home during all hours of the night at this house.

"I don't think drugs will fix anything this time." She told Greyson with a shrug. "But what does it matter anyway? He's just another guy." Those words stung to say, but what evidence did she have to prove he was any different? To make her statement a little lighter she added: "I'll just be a lesbian or something." And she laughed.

It was then that a child appeared in the kitchen. A small child, one who could be easily crushed by a falling bookshelf or something. Jessa's jaw nearly fell off. Kids and The Firehouse just didn't mix. There were drugs, glass, pointy objects, and absolutely nothing that would interest a toddler. It had just waltzed right in there like it owned the place and obviously like it knew Grey. She stared from the grown adult male to the miniature version of him. Why the fuck was there a two year old in the kitchen with a bandaged arm?

"Greyson, there's a baby in the kitchen. Why is there a baby in the kitchen?" She glanced over at the numerous empty beer bottles and half smoked cigarettes. Oh, and the vast amounts of hard liquor everywhere else. Could a kid even breathe in here without dying or seriously injuring itself? "Maybe its not a baby. Just a young looking...dwarf. Tell me its a small dwarf of legal age and that we're not going to have child services bust in here like the Kool-Aid man. I mean, it already hurt its arm. This is not a safe place for children." Of course had whispered this all to Greyson so the kid wouldn't hear. Funny, she was so freaked out about the little kids safety while she was planning on aborting her own tomorrow.

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Greyson laughed, despite not believing her 'he's just another guy' thing. He wasn't going to jump to conclusions. Maybe they didn't love each other like people would in a mature, non-screwed-up relationship, but something obviously happened to send her to kitchen, eating problems away. Hmm. Was he doing the same thing? Carbs did make everything better, though, he did agree with that. And Grey also liked any kind of sour candy. If he wasn't here dealing with things, he'd probably be at the nearest gas station taking some. Er, he could buy it, but money shouldn't be put to waste on candy, now should it? Grey listened to her next statement and smiled some more. He couldn't imagine anyone at the Firehouse being gay or lesbian. Maybe it was all the drugs and hooking up that seemed to go on. Thinking about it, he wondered if either of those things could've led to the tension between Zack and Jessa.

Having sex obviously worked out perfect for him and Emma.

Suddenly the look on Jessa's face made him go cold on the inside. What the hell? He heard little foot steps, saw Colby come right up to him out of the corner of his eye, and exclaim 'tada!' Was it making the situation weird that Greyson was so silent? He didn't even want to look down at the little boy, holding out his newly bandaged arm for the world to see. "Uh," he mumbled, backing away from Jessa a few steps and running his hand through his hair again. If he made the ordeal go any longer, she'd probably suspect something was up. Hell, he'd be thinking something weird was going on,too.

Fuck, why wasn't Emma watching him? Greyson couldn't help but get a little frustrated at the situation. Colby was apparently running about the place as if he were a native. H wasn't. He couldn't handle himself around here. Crap, he hadn't answered Jessa. Wait, was he suppost to know if a kid was in the Firehouse or not? He could very well deny knowing anything. But that would bring up just as many questions, like, 'why are you lying, Grey?' He took the little boys good arm and forced a rather shaky shrug. "I- I-" what was he suppost to say to her? It seemed everything regarding Emma and Colby turned his mind to dust and eliminated any speaking ability he had. And, honestly, he didn't plan on telling anyone, not this early. He would've liked to get his own shit together before this happened. "I know him," there, that was vague enough, right? Grey lead the kid out of the room as quick as he could, making his way toward the bathroom.

"Emma, I don't know w-" he looked up to find not just Emma, but Zack, in the bathroom, him staring at her, she was cleaning. "Dammit, who the fuck else is here that I don't know about?" he shouted, not meaning to broadcast his thoughts like that. It just slipped out. But he was tired of so many surprises.

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What the hell? was the first thing to pop into Zack's mind. It was like a weird De-Ja-Vu, the same kid, the same girl from earlier, but they were together? Zack barely had time to process anything before the little boy raced out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Was he just tripping out? The girl apologized for being in the way and all he could managed to mumble was a quick sorry. He hadn't meant to intrude on the girl, but he was really confused as to why they were there. Bringing a child into a place like this? It wasn't exactly the brightest idea, especially considering the girl was standing over the stash of drugs in the floor beneath her.

Zack quickly glanced at his hiding spot before hearing Greyson's voice shout behind him. It startled him enough for the lanky boy to turn around sharply. It must have been Grey who knew the two unusual guests that were in the bathroom. It must have been an awkward sight, Zack standing there all bugged out, no shirt, smoke hanging from his mouth, seemingly staring at the girl. Zack' palm went to his forehead. Leave it to him to appear like a sexual deviant when he was really staring off into space. No one seemed to noticed him really, the girl was intent on Greyson. She looked nervous, though who wouldn't be in a place like this. She seemed far to normal for the drugs, the liquor, the sex and everything in between that happened there.

She quickly said her goodbyes to Grey before giving Zack a shy smile and scooping the little boy in her arms. The little boy began to wave to Grey as the girl began her decent down the stairs. It was already nightfall, Zack noted as he peered down the hall. He hated to admit it but it was much more dangerous outside now than it was in her, especially for a pretty girl like her and a young child.

Before even thinking he called out to her "Hey, wait! his voice began, forgetting he was attempting to not let Jessa know his presence. He lowered his voice "Look, I don't know you but it's too dangerous for you to be out in a neighborhood like this. I mean, uh...especially with the kid," he nodded towards the boy. "You should stay here the night, at least for the kid's sake." He noticed an uncomfortable Grey standing beside him before Zack dug his elbow into his ribs as a not-so subtle hint. He had no idea what relationship Grey had with the pair, but even he had to know it wasn't a good idea to leave at this time. It was pretty ironic, Zack's mind came back to life, that he was worried about this child more than his own.

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Grey wasn't expecting Emma to pick up the conversation the way she did, ignoring the shouting and acting as if they were, what, old friends or something. Then again, it would be out of character for her to yell back at him. He doubted she'd do it in front of Colby. Grey kind of stood there, letting whatever rage he felt at the moment go away. Zack even jumped a little at his words, turning around like the Tazmanian Devil from Looney Toons. Grey let Colby's arm slip from his hand. He hoped Colby wasn't startled, at least. It wouldn't make anything better if he ended up scarred from Grey's shouting. Plus, it wouldn't be good for him to go repeating words like... well, like the one's he said. Should he apologize? It was too late for words as Emma gave him a quick - meaningless - hug, and picked up Colby. It was dark outside. Tyler was at CVS. Where were they going to go? He had never gotten the chance to ask her if Tyler had a place out here or if they had chosen to stay in a hotel. Then again, who would bring their kid to a place like this?

It may have looked nice outside, but Grey was convinced even the most decent people in the city had something illegal going on behind closed doors. Definetely not a place for Colby.

It was a good plot, though. Didn't necessarily explain the kid, but it made him and Emma look like friends. She gave him her number and that actually surprised Grey. With all that had happened today, he didn't think she'd want to pursue this any further. All she needed to do was tell him, right? Let him know he had a kid with her, then drive home once she knew nothing was going to come out of the visit. Honestly, Grey didn't want anyone to get stuck out here like him and everyone else. Especially not an impressionable kid.

"Later, Colby," Grey half-heartedly waved the little boy away. And he didn't even have to say anything about their leaving, not that he planned on it, but Zack seemed to take charge on everything. Inviting Colby and Emma to stay the night. It was the right thing to do, anyway. Zack elbowing him in the ribs reminded him of that. The fact that Zack seemed to handle this situation also reminded him of Jessa, sitting in the kitchen. Did Zack plan on handling that? He was about to shoot him a look when Emma interrupted his thoughts. She didn't want to stay? Even he knew it wouldn't be good for the two of them to be out on the street. Well, walking out on the street; he assumed they had a place somewhere else to stay.

"No, stay," he responded, looking around the Firehouse. They'd find somewhere for them. "It's really no trouble."

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Jessa had been eavesdropping for quite sometime at the bottom of the stairs, smoking a cigarette like nobodies business. She would watch the end light up red and orange, then glance back up the stairs. When it became clear that the girl would stay, she casually walked up there. She knew Zack was there, and part of her was terrified to climb the steps, but she didn't want to be in the kitchen anymore.

"You can stay in my room if you want," Jessa offered. It was clean and drug free (her stuff was hidden everywhere but her room) and as long as the kid didn't bust her guitar she wouldn't have a problem. "I'll probably go out tonight." She added with a shrug. If she ended up not going anywhere she'd just sleep on the couch. It wasn't a big deal.

She purposefully avoided looking at Zack. Something was bothering her, but she didn't know what. So like everything else today, she blamed it on the pregnancy. That had to be it, anyway. She smiled at the other girl. "I'm Jessa, by the way. I probably should have introduced myself first," Jessa cheerfully. "I've kind of been eavesdropping. Sorry about that."

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"I'm Zack," the boy replied, grasping Emma's extended hand and shaking it. He shifted his weight onto his other legs as Jessa casually climbed the steps. He knew she would find he was here eventually, but not this soon. He sighed and put his cigarette out in an empty pop can (OOC: is it soda can in the U.S?) near by trying to avoided looking at Jessa. If Emma and the little boy would be staying here, the least he could do was not smoke around them.

As Jessa offered the girl to stay in her room, Zack looked over at Greyson. His face was a little pale and he looked extremely tired. Zack felt bad that he had been so distant from the others lately, he didn't have a clue what was going on in their lives. He exhaled deeply and and turned to the slightly tall boy beside him. "Grey, come chill with me for a bit," Zack said quietly nodded his head towards his bedroom door.

He turned his attention towards Emma, "I'm gonna steal Grey for a bit while you get settled in." Zack motioned for Grey to follow him without trying to look at Jessa but caught a glimpse of her as he turned away. Even completely stressed out, Zack still thought she was beautiful, her long hair draped over her shoulders and her tired eyes still sparkling. His stomach instantly twisted as he walked towards his room and pushed open the door. He knew it was his fault everything had fallen apart between them. He had commitment issues, to say the least, but he missed her. The wild things they used to do together, their carefree attitude; Zack longed for that again.

Greyson followed Zack into his bedroom and shut the door behind them. Zack opened the small window in his room and went over to the little nightstand. The least he could do was see what was up with his friend. "Hey, come sit with me," Zack said patting the bed as he sat down, joint in hand. He watched as Greyson made his way over to the bed and made himself comfortable. The two were pretty close so Zack didn't mind as Greyson sprawled out on his bed while Zack curled himself comfortably next to him. "Want to do the honors?" Zack said holding out the joint and a lighter.

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Emma smiled at the girl walking up the stairs. She was really pretty, like she could easily be one of those girls who looked perfect when she woke up in the morning with out an ounce of effort. Emma couldn't help but wonder if it had ever been Greyson's bed that she woke up in. "I'm Emma," she said and laughed a little, "but you probably already heard that from downstairs." There had been no expectation of privacy in an open hallway, so she didn't care that the girl had been eavesdropping. If you could even call it that, Greyson had been pretty loud at points. Besides, it was her house.

Everything seemed to be going okay for the time being. Greyson had calmed down a little, and his friend's seemed nice. The fact that he was okay with her staying was encouraging too. If he was willing to wake up another day with Emma in his life, then maybe he was considering letting Colby in too. They were kind of a package deal now anyways. She nodded at their walking away. It wasn't like she owned Greyson or anything. Far from it actually.

"Is there any chance I could put the little guy down somewhere for now?" Emma said as the boys walked away. If Greyson and his friends wanted to sit around and have a drink or something, she wouldn't say no, but she would need to put Colby down first. Not to mention that it would be a lot easier for him to stay asleep if he was in a quiet room. Colby was never much fun in the morning if he didn't get enough sleep.

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Jessa opened the door to her bedroom, that stood opposite of Zack's, and motioned for the girl to walk inside with another smile. "It's nice to meet you, Emma." She seemed like a genuinely nice girl, one that Jess could see herself being friends with. Maybe she would stick around tonight, just so she would have someone to talk to that wasn't of the male gender.

"Before you go in there, I should probably warn you that I'm kind of obsessed with music. So, yeah. I've got posters all over my walls." It was like she had wallpapered her room with them. They were from various bands and artists, nearly all of them were autographed or were actual pictures of Jessa meeting them. Naturally, they were all taken before she moved into The Firehouse. When she had the time to run around and meet celebrities when she felt like it. But she never regretted leaving, nothing was worth going back to that Hell. No thing.

"You can put him on the bed. I don't really have a crib or anything." Jessa bit her lip, putting her hand over her stomach without thinking about it. The word crib shouldn't have been emotional, but it was. Knowing that her little baby wouldn't have a need for one after tomorrow. In fact, there wouldn't be a baby. Why did this have to be so hard? Why couldn't it be easy? Zack didn't seem to mind that she was going to abort it. Why couldn't she be like him? So utterly ducking careless. She could feel tears welling in her eyes but she brushed them away and replaced them with a smile. "He really is too cute, you know. Your son is."

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Emma followed Jessa into her bedroom. The room was literally covered with posters, it was actually kind of impressive. She didn't realize it at first, but Jessa was actually in most of the pictures. Now that was impressive. "You've met all of these people? That's amazing!" Emma said looking around the room. She'd met maybe one or two celebrities at concerts over the years, but no where near this many.

As Emma laid Cody down on the bed, Jessa commented on how cute he was. Emma watched as Cody slept. He really was pretty adorable. "Thanks," she said, "I like to think I did pretty good. Well, except for the whole teen pregnancy thing of course." She laughed a little bit, even though the joke probably shouldn't have been funny. Especially not after the way her life fell apart with the pregnancy. That didn't seem matter though, there was no reason to fall apart all over again thinking about it, why not stay light hearted about everything, right?

She hoped Jessa wouldn't really go out tonight. With Zack and Grey somewhere else, that would leave Emma alone. Normally being alone wouldn't really matter, but in just didn't seem right to sit around in Greyson's house by herself.

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Jessa shrugged at Emma's comment about meeting all these people. "My parents are kind of a big deal." She said, her voice riddled with resentment towards them. If they had actually been parents, maybe she wouldn't be so fucked up right now. At that point in her life, the staff at the Van Zandt hotels had been more of a family than her biological one. Now she had The Firehouse and the people in it, and she'd choose them over anyone else, any day of the week. Even now, when her life seemed to be tearing apart at the seams. "But it was pretty cool, meeting these people all the time." She added, her tone was clearly lighter this time. "Like I said though, I'm totally a music junkie."

Jessa tensed up when she mentioned teenage pregnancy, she was only eighteen. This girl didn't look much older than her. "Is teenage pregnancy really so bad? I mean...do you...do you ever regret having him?" She asked, sitting down in the middle of the floor, making sure to be quiet for the baby's sake. She patted the ground next to her, inviting Emma to sit next to her. "I don't know if I can do it." Jessa was biting on her lip again, like she always did when she was nervous. She didn't even realize she said can instead of could.

She definitely wasn't going out tonight now. Even though she felt like running off and getting wasted, she wasn't going to leave Emma by herself. What kind of horrible person would do that? She thought back to Zack, leaving her alone at the park. No, he had every right to do that. Didn't he?

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Well, everyone else seemed to like Emma and Colby. Jessa finally walked in the hallway, but it probably wasn't that hard to listen in the kitchen and get interested in what was going on. She offered to let Emma and Colby stay in her room. That was pretty nice of her. Grey would have to thank her later. Plus, he didn't have to introduce anyone to anybody now. It was like everyone else was handling his issues for him. Hey, they were doing a good job, though, so he didn't mind. Before Grey could say anything, Zack invited him over, and it's not like he was going to refuse. He'd already caught up with Emma and Jessa, it wouldn't hurt to see how Zack was doing. The two had been a lot closer than this before. Maybe it was just time making them drift apart slightly, despite living in the same run down 'house.'

Grey walked into Zack's room and layed out on the bed, folding his arms behind his head and watching as Zack moved about the room. First opening the window, then coming back to the bed with a joint in hand. Grey had to laugh at that one; Zack always had something good around, and he wasn't going to pass it up. He hadn't smoked, inhaled, snorted, or drank anything in a month or so. Not a health freak or anything, Grey just liked to wake up with a clear head and actually be aware of what was going on around him. Deep down inside, he kind of hoped everyone else in the Firehouse would cool it, just a little, with all the drugs use. But he wasn't any of their parents, and didn't plan on preaching to them about their drug habits. He already had his own kid.

"Hell, yeah," Grey took the joint and the lighter. Lighting it was such a familiar feeling, along with actually smoking it. Grey pulled it away from his mouth and passed it over to Zack, raising an eyebrow. No reason to beat around the bush. "What's up with you and Jessa?" he asked. From the scared look she had only moments ago to the look he gave her just now, he wasn't sure what was going on. Yeah, the two hadn't spoken, but it didn't feel like they hated each other.

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Emma laughed, "Can go through with it? Are you planning on getting pregnant?" She shook her head as she sat down on the floor. "I think I love him too much to regret it, but I can't say it wasn't hard. My parents kicked me out and as helpful as he tries to be, I know my brother wants us to move out as soon as possible." It wasn't like Emma to just spill her guts like this. She hardly did it to people she knew, let alone complete and total strangers. "I definitely don't regret it though. You're never alone. Whenever you're having a bad day, there's always one person who can make you feel better."

It was true. Regardless of how upset she was, Colby always managed to make her feel better. He could take one of the worst days and turn it upside down with his ever present smile or bubbly little laugh. He did make it hard to find a boyfriend, not that Emma had tried very hard. Every now and then guys had tried, but she had found something wrong with all of them. There was always a reason not to go out with them.

Emma panicked a little bit when she realized just where this conversation would most likely lead. How would she respond when Jessa asked about Colby's father? She couldn't just come out and say it was Greyson, but lying would make everything more difficult later on. If there even was a later on. Emma wanted to keep that possibility open though. Be vague she thought, tell the truth, but don't let any of the details out. That would work right? It had to. There wasn't another option.

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"What's up with you and Jessa?" The words Zack didn't want to hear filled his ears. He sighed out the smoke he held in his lungs. Should he tell Grey? They were really close after all, but would Jessa freak if she found out? And wasn't it selfish to spill his guts to Grey when clearly he had shit going on to? Zack took another hit off the joint before passing it back to the tan boy lying on his bed. Zack leaned back on the wall and stretched his legs out on the bed.

"I don't know man, I fucked things up with her." Zack closed his eyes and rested his arms on his knees. "I mean, we had a thing going and we ended up, you know, fucking, but I shouldn't have. You know how I am with girls." It was true, Zack had never had a real relationship with anyone before and Greyson knew it too. He didn't know how, not since his parents abandoned him. All he ever knew was exactly what his father had showed him through example, bring a woman home, fuck her, then never see her again. That's exactly what he'd been doing up until he met Jessa; Sleeping with woman far older than him while higher than a kite.

Meeting Jess had set something off though. Zack wanted to help her escape the awful abuse at home and have her enjoy her life. He introduced her to hard drugs, loud music and a wild lifestyle. Sex, drugs and rock and roll essentially. It was the only he knew but he wanted her to be happy, he wanted to do anything for the girl he loved. Instead of making things better things seemed to be running out of control. Zack didn’t understand how to be in a relationship. He felt as if now, he didn’t know how to protect Jess from anything. Especially this pregnancy…

Zack shook his head. "I'll figure it out," was all he offered. He didn't want to burden Grey with his problems right now. Grey looked pretty worn down himself. "Enough about me. I haven't seen you look this bad in a while." Zack reached out and set his hand on the boy's tan forehead. "What's going on with you? Is it that girl and her kid?" Zack looked at him raising an eyebrow. He may be high but asking his friend about his problems was better than dealing with his own for the time being. "Tell me, I'm worried about you."

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Jessa looked at the floor uncomfortably, playing with the threads of the shaggy tan carpet. "There definitely won't be any trying ever." She explained to Emma. "I'm just not the kind of girl who could ever have a baby." Her stomach twisted into knots. She hated herself for saying that, and hated herself for not being strong enough to handle her pregnancy like a responsible person would do. Like Emma had done. She tried to imagine herself holding her baby, and it was heartbreaking. But she kept all those emotions off of her face.

"So he's like your mini best friend then?" Jessa joked, a warm smile on her face. Emma's love for her son was touching and it only increased her own guilt. But she had to go through with the appointment tomorrow. It was for the best, or that's what she kept trying to convince herself of. "You seem like a really great mom. Your son is lucky."

"I bet he has a great dad too." Certainly the dad must have stayed around, right? Emma was pretty and nice enough to be around, the kid was cute...Jessa didn't see any reason for the guy to leave. It wasn't like she was a drug addict with a sketchy past and a drug dealing boyfriend. Funny, Zack had seemed like her knight in shinning denim once. Now they could barely talk to each other.

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Emma smiled. "Yeah, it was definitely unexpected." she said, thinking back. She had always wanted kids, though not until much later on in life. There were just too many things she still hadn't gotten to try yet. Well, that, and the fact that she could barely take care of herself, let alone a child.

She nodded at the best friend comment. He was like a mini-best friend who couldn't even comprehend any of your problems, forget help you with them. Still, she wouldn't trade him for the world. "Thanks." Emma said. It wasn't easy being a mom. There were way too many diapers to be changed for starters. She wasn't complaining though. Somehow the upsides managed to outweigh the bad.

"I bet he has a great dad too."

The words weren't exactly a surprise, although somehow Emma had still been hoping they wouldn't be said. She stayed silent for a moment, planning out her answer very carefully. She had already decided against lying, but it wasn't lying if she just omitted pieces of the story, right?

"Yeah, I bet he would be a pretty great dad." Emma said, still deciding on where to go next. "Stupid little me broke up with him, and wished she hadn't, all before I even knew I was pregnant. I should have known. I mean, I was already a couple months late by then. Getting pregnant was just so far out of the picture that it never even crossed my mind, you know?" Everything Emma said was completely true, and she didn't think any of it seemed to imply Greyson in the least. Every day up until the baby came Emma wondered how she could have been so blind. She looked through pictures, finding little bulges that didn't exist here and there. All the while telling herself that maybe if she had paid more attention, things would have turned out differently.

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Grey stared up at the ceiling, listening to what Zack said after he re-positioned himself on the bed. They ended up fucking, huh? Well, Grey couldn't say he was surprised. Not only did he know how Zack was with girls, he knew how everyone in the Firehouse was, and most relationships here didn't end without something going on. But people could change a life style if they really wanted to; they showed people like that on TV all the time. If Zack really wanted to treat women differently, Grey was sure he could. And if he treated them differently, maybe he'd find a better chick he'd want to be with. Though, it wasn't hard to see how hung up on Jessa he was. He actually looked legitimately upset about them having difficulties. Then Zack suddenly brushed the conversation off, putting a hand on Grey's forehead and asking him about Emma and Colby. Really, how was he supposed to help Zack if the kid didn't even want to talk a little more about his issue? "Don't use that same excuse, man," Grey interjected, even if the topic had changed from Zack to him. He hoped Zack knew what he meant - it didn't matter how he was with girls, he just needed to put in some effort and change.

"But, yeah," he nodded, figuring there wasn't any use in lying. "It's got something to do with Emma and her kid, Colby." He laughed slightly, not really sure how to put the words together. Should he just tell Zack? It was him, after all, and Grey's situation with Emma seemed to be calming down. And they'd want to know eventually. Why some girl and her kid knew Grey, and had showed up out of the blue. Then again, if he told Zack, would he have to tell everyone else? "She's just my crazy ex, coming back to talk about things." Grey raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "well, I guess she's not crazy, but, yeah." Grey cracked a smile and thought about it. What harm would come in telling Zack about what was really up between him and Emma? Maybe that would even get Zack to tell him what was really going on between he and Jessa.

"You know what, fuck it, that's my kid," Grey didn't know why he said it, but he threw his hands up and he felt fine. No buildings exploded, no kittens died, and he was still alive. He even had one less secret to hide, and he didn't even have to tell Zack he left Emma. Grey didn't exactly think that piece of information would make his 'you can change yourself' case any stronger. "I feel free," he smiled. One person down, four more to go. He wondered what Jessa and Emma were talking about, too, since he was sure something would be brought up about him and Emma's relationship. Wait, was Emma okay with other people knowing?

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Zack was listening intently on what Grey was saying. So Emma was his ex then. It made sense, how he was acting then. Zack knew what it was like to be uncomfortable around someone you previously had a relationship with. Zack nodded in agreement with Greyson's words as he puffed on the joint that was slowly shrinking. The thought of who Colby's father hadn't occurred to him until Grey through up his hands. "You know what, fuck it, that's my kid."

"Sorry, what? I thought you just said your kid, but it must be the drugs screwing with my hearing," Zack turned his head in disbelief to stare and the tanned boy. He examined him with his eyes. A smile slowly appeared on Grey's face. He must kidding or a whack-job, otherwise he wouldn't be smiling like that. At least in Zack's mind, that was the only explanation for the boy's ridiculous reaction. Unless he had always known about having a child, but he wouldn't have kept it all this time from Zack would he? They were best friends. Surely this must have been recent news to Grey.

"I feel free," were the only words Zack's tall friend uttered afterwards. Zack's mind was running a marathon for the third or fourth time that day. His best friend had a kid? That he didn't know about? When was he even with this girl? Did she leave him or the other way around? Then it hit Zack like a freight train. He had a child too. An unborn, but still alive child. Growing inside Jessa no less. His mind froze as he thought of the tiny life he had created. Could he really let Jess go through with the abortion? At first he thought it was his only option but a feeling was tugging at his heartstrings. He didn't want to be an awful father, but did that mean he didn't deserve the chance to prove himself worthy?

Zack snapped his mind back to the situation at hand. "You're serious aren't you?" Zack's eyes softened as he looked right into Grey's to make sure he wasn't lying. But much to his dismay, he knew his friend was telling the truth. "I won't say a word," Zack spoke quietly. He shifted on the bed slightly and grabbed onto Greyson's forearm. "I need to tell you something too, but I have to hang on to you or I might float away." Zack's mind felt like he was detached from reality, his stomach twisted into a knot. Suddenly he felt nauseous again and leaned over the bed, gripping onto Greyson harder, expecting to vomit but instead all that came out was word vomit. "Jessa's pregnant with my baby."

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Emma nodded as Jessa spoke. Up until the whole narcotics, prostitutes, and drug dealers' part. Her thoughts wandered back to Greyson. Which one of those categories did he fit into? That didn't sound much like the Greyson she had known. Sure he was a wild, but prostitutes and drug dealers? Maybe she hadn't known him as well as she thought. The decision to get an abortion was making a little more sense though. If she really couldn't take care of a baby, then why have one? Besides, this didn't seem like the ideal place to be pregnant anyways.

The room slowly filled with the beautiful tune coming from Jessa's guitar. Emma hummed along as the girl strummed quietly. It reminded her of when she was little. Back when Tyler used to play a lullaby on his guitar to get her to fall asleep. There had been words once, but all she could remember was the melody. Emma had always wanted to learn, but she never had the time or patience. Something else always came up, and eventually she just forgot about it entirely. Where had Tyler's guitar even gone? He hadn't played it in such a long time.

"Oh no, it's fine." Emma said, glad to be talking about anything but her own problems. "My day was, interesting I guess. Somehow I ended up here, an unexpected surprise." She laughed. Everything seemed to be an unexpected surprise nowadays. It kept things interesting.

Turning the attention away from herself, Emma went back to Jessa's dilemma. "I would talk to him about it. You might both think it's what you want, but I think you should be sure before you go through with it. It's not exactly the kind of decision you can undo later on." It seemed like silly advice. They could always just make another baby, couldn't they? Then again, it wouldn't be the same baby. They would always have that first baby in the back of their minds, wondering who it might have become.

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Grey couldn't help laughing at Zack's reaction to the news. It was weird, though, how Grey seemed to feel more at ease telling it than Zack was by hearing it. He knew Zack had turned to stare at him, taking a break from the joint he had nearly finished. Was it that hard to believe? Then again, Grey didn't bring many girls around the Firehouse, and he didn't tell anyone about Emma until now, so maybe it was hard to believe. He thought it over, a tight smile growing on his face. Either way, it was funny how Zack reacted. "I wouldn't lie about this, bro," he shrugged as Zack thought it over. He probably had a million questions, wondering why Grey hadn't told him earlier. If the positions were flipped, he would wonder the same question. Then again, there was something that Zack wasn't telling him. If they switched roles, what would Grey get thrown into? He stopped thinking about that when Zack quietly mentioned he wouldn't tell anybody, and Grey was thankful for that. He'd find a way to tell everyone in his own time, if he ever got around to telling them. Sometimes it just wasn't as easy to talk to everybody as it was to talk to Zack.

When Zack grabbed onto his forearm, Grey looked over at him, slightly worried. He might float away? He didn't look as calm or mellowed out as Grey thought he'd be, and it was alarming, honestly. He'd re-positioned himself, looking sick. Like whatever he was dying to say - or dying to keep from saying - was a virus that had invaded his system and was making him weaker. Without warming, he made Grey's thought come to life as he leaned over the bed, about to throw up. Grey sat up instantly, using his free hand to grab Zack's shoulder and keep him from completely falling over the side of the bed. What was up with him? Was he really sick? All that time he was gone today; had he gotten some bad drugs? The answer came all too suddenly.

Grey almost let Zack go completely. Him and Jessa? That's what all the tension was about? He remembered his friend hanging there and grabbed him again, unsure of how good a hold Zack really had on his arm. Jessa was pregnant? That would really explain what he saw earlier, her eating away her pain in the kitchen. He shook slightly, resisting the urge to call Zack stupid, careless, irresponsible, something of the like. Everyone in the Firehouse may have been close to the same age, but Grey felt protective of all of them, and hated when they screwed up, when they got stupid drunk, when they were close to over dosing, or just too dependent on the drugs they blew their money on. Sure, Grey wasn't a saint, but he took it personally when they got themselves into trouble. This was no exception. Or was it? He wasn't yelling, just silently letting whatever frustration he felt melt away in it's own time. Zack was 'sick' enough as it was. Yelling was not going to help him. He really needed someone to talk to, someone who'd help. Grey really wasn't there for this part of his relationship with Emma, but he could almost relate to the overwhelming rush of surprise, the new responsibility. It must have been scary now. At least Colby was two, and Emma had something going for her. Zack and Jessa were pretty much thrown to the sharks.

"You need to go talk to her," Grey told him, begging slightly. He pulled Zack back onto the bed. He didn't think he'd throw up, or at least hoped he'd have enough speed to get out of the way if it happened. "She's convinced you hate her, and I know you don't. You can't walk off like I did, go talk it out before you wreck your relationship." He grabbed Zack by the shoulders and looked straight at him. For a split second, what he had accidentely let slip out registered in his head, but Grey shook that thought away. It didn't matter. He wasn't sure what Zack and Jessa planned to do with their kid, but Grey hoped they could at least work things out between them. Keep their friendship, or whatever that had, intact. He really didn't want to see them end up like him and Emma.

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Looking into his friends eyes, all Zack saw was a look of seriousness. Grey was right, he needed to talk to Jessa before he let everything slip away. The last thing Zack wanted was for Jess to feel hated. She'd already felt like that her whole life, he needed to be the one there fore her. Zack blinked down at the floor as he tried to process Greyson's words. His chocolate eyes fixated on a CD case that lay on the ground.

Grey's shaking voice made Zack look at him from his peripherals. Zack knew him, he wouldn't have walked out purposely on a child, Grey was to noble for that. Himself, on the other hand, had been acting like a complete coward. The brunette's lack of focus was shattered when Grey grabbed him a hold of his shoulders and stared into his eyes. Zack's glossy, red eyes looked back at him as he nodded, giving the sign that he would talk with Jessa.

As Zack began to rise from the bed in hopes of crossing the hallway, his legs immediately gave out from beneath him. He fell to floor with a thud. The dizziness that filled his head made the room spin before him. Zack reached to his face and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Blood. The sticky red substance appeared over his hand. He must have his jaw directly off the floor. Zack lay his head back on the floor, it was clear to him that the joint had been the last straw for the day. This was not an unusual occurrence for Zack, he body was wracked with drugs and it refused to keep moving.

Above him, Zack saw the outline of Grey, hovering over him. He couldn't make out words he was saying and all Zack could mumble was "Tomorrow." Grey would know what he meant. He would talk with Jess tomorrow when he could stand. He wouldn't be the coward his father was, he would be a man and make everything right. Those were the last thoughts that drifted through Zack's mind before his tired eyes closed and he fell asleep.

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"I wish." Emma said, glancing at the guitar. Jessa was a good singer, and an excellent guitar play. Out of all the things a person can learn to do, singing always seemed like one of the hardest. It always kind of seemed like one of those things you either could or couldn't do.

She was glad to hear that Greyson wasn't too into drugs these days. Or at least, not as much as everyone else around here seemed to be. He always was a good guy. Emma nearly jumped when she heard the thud down the hall. She would have been up and running in to see what happened in seconds, but Jessa barely even flinched. 'Over did it'? Again? Was it really that normal for people to just crash like that? It was concerning how little worry there was in Jessa's voice. What if someone was in the process of dying right now? If there were really as many drugs in this house as everyone said, it seemed like a likely possibility. Besides, it would be better to check and have everything be fine than it would be if something actually happened and nobody did anything about it.

Emma was about to ask if they should go check and see what happened when Jessa moved on. Not even another thought about it. She was right of course, this was not a place to raise a baby. Somehow kids manage to get their hands on everything. Having drugs lying around would be a disaster waiting to happen. It probably wouldn't be too hard to clean the place up a little though, assuming everyone else who lived there was okay with it.

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Zack groaned into his arm when the sun spilled in from his window, waking him. He attempted to shield his eyes with his arms before reaching over to grab a pillow. Instead, his hand felt the warm body lying next to him. Zack was momentarily confused before he moved his hands to see Greyson curled up facing the opposite direction. As he made himself lift up his head, he felt a dull pain from his mouth. Zack touched his lips gently. They stung a bit but the damage wasn't too serious. Figures he'd end up crashing so hard after everything that had happened the day before.

He attempted to climb over the sleep boy without waking him. After successfully climbing out of bed, Zack grabbed some fresh clothes and headed towards the bathroom. He made sure to quiet his steps in case anyone else was still sleeping. A loud yawn escaped Zack's mouth as he slid into the shower. It was already steamy in the small room, someone else had already gotten up. If it was Jessa, it would give Zack the opportunity to be alone with her for the time being to talk with her. The idea wasn't his most favourite, especially after just waking up, but it couldn't wait any longer. His most comfortable boxers and jeans were all he decided to throw on for the time being as he made his way down the quiet hallway.

A faint melody could be heard coming from the bottom of the stairs. Zack knew it was Jessa playing her guitar downstairs. It was one of the many things he admired about the girl. He heard soft rustling from Jessa's room. That's right, he silently remembered Emma and Colby in the room adjacent to his. The events of the previous night were a haze as Zack had trouble recalling them. He quietly entered his room to discard the dirty clothes when he remembered what day it was. Grey had to get up for work and so did Jess. He shook his head, he'd have to wait until after Emma and Grey left before he could talk to Jess more privately. Making his way over to the bed, Zack placed both his hands on Grey's arm and began to shake him softly. "Hey bro, you need to get up." It was times like this Zack wished Greyson wasn't a deep sleeper, though he was surprised he himself was up. On a normal day he'd be sleeping until afternoon.

After waking his tired friend from his bed, Zack made his way downstairs. It was time to finally bite the bullet and talk to her, no matter how hard. He made his way into the kitchen where Jessa was making toast. "Mornin'..." he said before wandering to the fridge and pulling out a beer. He popped off the lid before wetting his lips with the cool liquid. "Hey Jess, I think we should...talk."

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Aspen woke up to a dull throbbing dead in the center of her head. She slowly opened her eyes to allow her to adjust to the sun that was shining bright, and directly on her face. She had been sleeping against the wide stump of an oak tree near the river. She had remembered walking off yesterday, and being quite upset and troubled by something. She gingerly massaged her temples before getting to her feet, and found that standing up only made the pain in her head intensify. She got such a head rush, she nearly fell to the ground, but quickly grasped a tree branch to steady herself. She took a deep breath and put a hand to her forehead, it was rather hot. This always happened to her when she was stressed, she got quite a few fever-like symptoms along with some nasty headaches. She really wasn't feeling like she was in shape to move or go anywhere, not even back home, but she knew once she got there she could take some medicine and then see how she felt. Looking on the bright side, at least she happened to have a day off today.
She trudged back to the firehouse, dragging her feet while her mind raced with thoughts about all she had heard about yesterday. Of course, she just couldn't stop thinking about what she had heard about Skyler, it was some of the worst news she had ever gotten and she was completely baffled about how he could just be so mellow about it, and expect her to do the same. Didn't he see how much she cared about him? Aspen sighed in frustration as she kicked a rock across the ground. She would be completely lost without Skylar, and she just refused to stand there and watch him slowly die of cancer when it could be prevented. He didn't seem to want to fight it, but she'd have to give him a reason to. Maybe if he understood how much he meant to her he'd realize that he can't just let this happen to himself... And if he agreed to accept a little help, there had to be some way to get him the treatment he needed, Aspen just couldn't imagine that being untrue.
She was so deep in thought that she actually walked right past the house and a few moments later, realized what she did and turned around heading back in the right direction. She went through the front door, hearing some people talking in the kitchen. She couldn't quite distinguish their voices but she went to the kitchen anyways, just wanting some company, any at all. But when she appeared in the entrance, she saw it was Jessa and Zack standing there, and she realized that they too probably really needed to talk, just as her and Skyler did.
"Uh, I'm sorry..." Aspen said, starting to back away. She had dark circles under her eyes and her hair was messed up, obviously she had just woken up after a long night. She looked over her shoulder before returning her gaze to them, "Um, have either of you guys seen Skyler recently?" she asked.