gentle burning bruises

[Jennifer Wilkonson]

blow the smoke right off the tube

kiss my gentle burning bruise
the delicate blue orbs of a jennifer wilkonson look-alike were dusted with
the black smoke that was her make up. underneath the dramatic mask,
the skin was fair and delicate and no where near the dark colour that the
blonde would do each morning and take off each night. underneath all the
black, she was jenna, that canadian girl who had the worst luck with love.
however, jenna was hidden behind layers and layers of self-denial and the
cruel over-compensation for pain. instead, she was the seventeen year-
old with a little too much angst to handle. this angst was not much of a
surprise if you had known the hufflepuff for very long, for she had more
than enough reasons to be a teenager with angst. between the break up
of a family, her twins cancer and being cheated on repeatedly, jenn had
the right to give a few 'f*ck you's or some other disrespectful actions
going externally. in the past jennifer had internalized so much of her pain
and there was only one thing that she had left to rely on, for she had, not
without pain, learnt that people were not to be trusted.

trust was a thing rarely gained and easily lost when dealing with jennifer. at
least, after she had realized her own failures in trusting matthew reed with
something as delicate as her own emotions. they had kept their relationship
secret and jenn knew that on some level she didn't want to be with him or
that she wasn't ready to. the smoky-eyed-girl also had not been prepared
for the heart ache that matthew had caused. the emotional wound had
quickly festered into a deep, bleeding physical one when she had erupted
at him like a feral volcano. where her eyes were lined with black, instead
had an angry pink that matched the red in her face from the offense that
she had taken from him. the delicate eyes turned to stone as her mind
played the image of her boyfriend being together with another, while he,
with futility, tried to explain what had happened. matthew had said that
this girl had lured him in, like a singing siren to a listening man. however,
jennifer refused to blame this girl, although she would never like her,
should they eventually meet. jennifer and matthew had the commitment
to one another, not jennifer and this girl, so why should she be enraged
with someone who hadn't claimed to have been in love with her?

as jennifer recalled, it had not been her first time loving another, but she
knew, just like every person who had been in love knew, there was a true
difference between the two. this difference was sam prince, her best friend
in the whole world. sam and jenn. jenn and sam. you could rarely find one
without the other but the smoky-eyed 'rebel' was without her dear friend,
only replacing him with another. this friend, instead of sam's blue eyes, had
silver ones and a long neck and a curvaceous body that she held in her arms
like a sweet child. this friend, was alice. alice had frets and a hollow belly that
jennifer's fingers danced around with while she sang under her breath.

looking down at alice, which had been named after alice cooper, a man who
she often matched her make up to with much coincidence for alice had been
named prior to this phase in her life. he had been named many years before,
even before she had first held a guitar in her flimsy arms. jennifer had been
a fan of alice cooper and now it just looked like she was one, instead of being
the preppy girl that she had been. now, this former-preppy girl sung a song
that had been spilled onto a page with her own ink. "take me I'm alive,
never was a girl with a wicked mind..."


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[Matthew Reed]

I'D TAKE ANOTHER CHANCE, TAKE A FALL
TAKE - A - SHOT - FOR - YOU

and i need you like a heart needs a beat
BUT THAT'S NOTHING NEW​

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and so christmas came about once again, bringing with it the usual cheer, excitement
and that last minute frenzy of buying presents. he wasn't sure about the cheer or excite-
ment part but he certainly was with the majority in last minute shopping. except, this
time it wasn't exactly his fault. he had been pretty busy living it up in new york, gigging
around in clubs and bars all the while, trying to promote his new album. he never really
got a chance to think about what to get for his family. however, he knew it was no excuse,
he ended up in brightstone every year just a couple of days before christmas and he knew
he would have ended up here regardless of the circumstances. oh how he hated this time
of year. the young man struggled to find something for his two siblings and parents annually
and it made him regret not getting gifts for them while he was in new york. it was his home
now, the big apple. filled with muggles of course but the wizarding scene was thriving,
gathering with it all sorts of creative folk from all over the place. it was perfect for a new
indie rock band starting off, no? although that was a fair reason, the reason he told to most
when they asked, the real reason was, that sadly there was nothing for him in new zealand
anymore. yes, there was his family, a few old friends, but was he really expected to linger
around while his sisters were at school? while his parents worked? it certainly was no place
for an aspiring rockstar. above all else though, he didn't have jennifer wilkonson anymore.
one of the main reasons he stayed in new zealand for so damn long. he hadn't spoken to
her since the day she found out. found out about the drunken mistake that - although
lasted a few more nights - meant nothing. okay, so he was a complete ass for doing that
to his love and best friend but with four shots of tequila and a hot desperate brunette
throwing herself at him, he couldn't really resist. he regretted every moment of it ever
since and not even having the option to simply talk to his best friend anymore hurt him the
most. it took the nineteen year old a while to get used to the situation, weeks, months.
being so close to someone to then only to have them disappear entirely was never easy.
even now, sometimes, he would feel the urge to share some of his exciting news with his
old lover, but that just wasn't possible.

it was as if cupid himself had placed the pair of exes on one of the quieter streets of bright-
stone for it had seemed far too in sync with the nineteen year olds thoughts, to have the
girl he was just thinking about appear on the sidewalk after months of absolute zero
contact. she completely and utterly stunned him, stopping him in his tracks. she always did
have a certain hold over him but not having seen her in so long, multiplied this power by
thousands. she looked so calm as she sang to her cat, alice, he so easily recalled. he didn't
want to disturb her, entrude in her life again, but he didn't want to just walk away either.
there was an electricity that burned through him, nervousness perhaps? or maybe that of
a rekindled fire? his heart raced in his chest at lightening speed but still not a move was made
by matthew reed as he stood and stared at jenny. she hated him and for good reason. was
there any point in making himself known when he would just open the wound, on both sides?
he continued to observe her through his aviator sunglasses while deciding what would be
his best decision, his best selfless decision. he wanted to hear her voice so bad, he wanted
to hold her in his arms again, he wanted to have her sweet scent on his clothes once more.
and so that was it, his decision made that easily. with the street drained entirely of people matt
wasn't cautious about interupting someone's shopping when he shouted across the street
to the tall blonde with the black eyes, "jen-ny!" the second syllable of her name was spoken
with regret and worry and his deep voice quivered. not only he had not spoken her name in
so long, but it seemed to only hit him what he was actually doing. his hand scratched his
stubbled cheek out of irratation, something he always did when he was nervous. he wanted
nothing more than to flee the deserted street, apparate back to new york and pretend none
of it had happened. but he had been living out that plan for the last ten months and it had
lead him no further. it made him think that maybe, just maybe there was a slight, tiny
possibility that this foolish risk, was a good idea?
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[Jennifer Wilkonson]

blow the smoke right off the tube

kiss my gentle burning bruise

"...but everything looks better when the sun goes down, i had everything,
opportunities for eternity, and i could belong to the night," jennifer sung
with her voice as dark as ever, matching the equally as dark lyrics that s
he had written. the song had been written about what she felt when mat
thew reed had broken her heart by cheating on. little did she know, that
person was watching her as she sung and played the guitar. in fact she
hadn't the slightest notion that she wasn't the only one on the quiet bri
ghtstone street. until matthew called out to her. immediately she snapp
ed her head up and looked in his direction. an icy glare was shot his way
before she stood up to her full height and then some due to her heels and
walked towards him to tell him off. he didn't live in new zealand anymore,
he shouldn't be here and he shouldn't be trying to talk to her either. sure
jennifer still loved him but was too hurt to admit it, he had cheated on her
and she reserved the right to be mad at him. drinking was no excuse to the
hufflepuff. sure it lowered inhibitions but it allowed him to do something that
he wanted to do and clearly not with her, not that she would have done it,
she wasn't ready for that and likely wouldn't be for a while, not that
he would ever get the chance to do that with her now.

standing in front of him with her hand gripped tightly around the neck of alice,
jennifer was quiet for a long five seconds. her eyes met his and allowed him to
soak in the changes as she did for him before she snapped, "what do you want,
oh wait, i know what you want! you disgusting, pathetic jerk. i hate you!" right
now, jenn did. there was a fine line between love and hate and that line, was a
few too many shots of tequila. jenn furiously stared into his eyes, her own blue
orbs no longer soft but hard and vicious, as if she was aiming to hurt him, just
the way he had hurt her, which had been too much for her to bare. but now
she would have to ignore him more, for he was staying where she was beca
use that was his home, as well as jessie's and she just couldn't move back
in with her mom and baby sister. "please tell me you aren't moving back,"
she said as her other fist clenched and turned her knucles white while she
waited for his answer, hoping that he could just go back to america and s
tay away from her forever!

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