The Aniversary Throw out.

So It was the three year Anniversary of my blog. The winner of the giveaway is......


Dawn Martin-Smith  congrats chika :)


Ok that is taken care of. I was thinking I may just put Muse chapter by chapter up on this blog. Would that interest anyone? I want opinions. Please comment below.


This week's post is more of  the untitled story I have lovingly called Shit Storm..but that is a REALLY BAD name. and more from Jen's POV..


Enjoy.


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“Oh hey Jax” Acknowledging him for the first time.  Storm pales and parts her fingers to peek at Jax who is trying to stifle a grin.

“I didn’t think I could see you blush any harder, but you are almost purple right now.” Jax’s blue eyes twinkle as he smiles warmly at her. If I didn’t know better I would say he is just as enamored with her as she is him. Interesting.

“Oh fuck just kill me now.” Storm mumbles from behind her hands. With a loud huff she drops her arms, crossing them over her chest,  glaring at me. I know she loves me, but right now she is plotting my murder.

“Well you too have fun. I have a meeting to attend with a potential client. Storm I had an extra key to the suite made, hang out the DND sign if you want privacy.” I wink at her and make my way to the exit. When Storm’s eyes widen in realization, I know she understands my motive. Maybe if I can just get this girl laid she wouldn’t such a Debbie Downer all the time.

Storm excuses herself and follows me out of the venue.  I brace myself waiting for her to shove me, but she doesn’t . Once the doors shut behind us she keeps walking so I keep stride next to her.  A fountain in the lobby stops her procession, as she whirls and sits on the edge.

“You don’t have a meeting do you?” She looks at me grumpily. I can’t help but smile back at her.

“I can’t lie to you can I. No, I just wanted you to enjoy some time with that beast of a man. He sure is a feast for the eyes.”  Trying to look as contrite as possible, I scan her face. Storm has never been this angary with me. I mean, I made her mold her “lady bits” and mercilessly flirted with the artist. Surely that has to be worse than what just went on.

“I love the crap out of you friend, but you can’t keep doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Throwing me into uncomfortable situations, and expecting me to magically turn into you.”

I regard her once more. She almost looks like a kicked puppy as she speaks. She is hurt but still wants me to love her. How could I not love this girl. The simple fact that she wears her heart on her sleeve is enough to make anyone want to be in her life. Suddenly, I feel horrible for placing her in an awkward position. However, I know that she can be the girl she puts on paper, if she would just stop hiding behind her insecurity.  Tough love seems to be the only answer to this problem.

“Look, Storm. You are one of the few people I let close to me because I know you truly love me.  No matter how badass you claim to be, the whole world can see that you are a good person. You fight for those who are less fortunate, and always protect the little guys. This is what makes you who you are. Your beauty is in your soul, and in your case, your soul is visible on the outside. Stop telling yourself you are not good enough. Let loose and enjoy your life. People want to be around you. JAX wants to be around you. “ I motion toward the convention hall we were just in to show her he is hovering by the door looking concerned. “If you would just take a minute to look around, you would see that people gravitate to you. Leave they bad ass bitch M.O. to me, I have it handled. You just try to enjoy yourself.” Nodding toward Jax, who is tentatively approaching, I pop a kiss on her head. “I have to go meet that client. (wink) I will see you later for drinks.”

Storm stands and hugs me, whispering in my ear. “Thank you, for everything.”

Turning away I throw a hand up and shout. “I will text you later bitch, go buy a dress, we are going clubbing.”  Not waiting for an argument I round the corner to the lobby.