over protective, nah ` [ jensen ]

[brandon peter westley]

` brandon peter westley `

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Ug, why did he agree to not drive his car. His wonderful, fabulous, loved car was sitting in front of his apartment. He could sware it was frowning as its 'parent' ducked down into a bright yellow taxi. Just the color disgusted him, too bright for his taste. But he did promise not to drive the Impala to her house. Jensen was his sister, she had the right to be concerned. He wasn’t exactly the most sober dude in the world. He had hesitated at coming over to her place to see his little sister in this sort of state. But he had control over his mind and he waited a bit in his apartment to sober up. There was a dull throb in the back of his head, the sensation of alcohol not has definite on his senses. In fact, he was a bit subdued as he slammed the taxi door shut. It felt awkward being in another car, and he was missing his Impala already. However, he did not miss it enough to disobey his sister's wants. She was definitely explode on him if he showed up with his own car. He was pretty sure he could of driven down to her place. Or, at least, a little bit sure. She obviously didn’t care how 'sure' he was. He was wearing his normal garb, nothing flashy. Then again, he didn’t need to wear clothing that stuck-out to get attention. Saying that he was a little attractive was a huge understatement. He was stunningly handsome. And the 'best' part was that he was completely aware of it. Many people chose to ignore that fact, but he used it to form quite an egotistical personality. He was handsome and he knew it. It was just that simple. But just on that fact, it made him such a jerk it was hard to get along with him. He only had choice friends, and he was very picky who he chose as his comrades. Everyone else he was just too much of a jerk-off to get along with. Plus, the fact that he was known for 'snapping' because of his anger made some people hesitant around him.

But he was pretty good with his sister. They were pretty close, and always will be. But he hadn't seen Jensen for what seemed like forever. However, he was still a bit hesitant for one big (or really, tiny) reason. She got a dog. To put it simply, Brandon hated dogs down the very cutest puppy. Then again, he really didn’t like animals, period. Pets were just not his thing, and he just disliked them beyond belief. But there is no way he was going to refuse his sister just because she got a stupid dog. Even that couldn’t keep him away. Eventually, the cab driver turned around in his seat. A accusing and demanding look was on his features as he stared at Brandon as if he was some sort of fresh meat. His soft green eyes flickered back and forth awkwardly before the ugly cab driver spoke, "Where'd 'ja wanna go?" he said. His voice was gruff and almost hard to understand, putting a meaning toward the New York accent. Brandon pulled a half smirk and half scow l as he gave the man a once over. A stinky, gross, and completely stupid man. But weren’t most of them like that? Or, at least, Brandon had yet to find a cab driver that was clean, let along good looking. His short temper was flickering up in him, the few beers in his system not really helping him keep his composure. " Brighton Apartments,"

Brandon replied briskly, his voice curt and harsh to get his point. The cab driver was smart enough to catch his drift, and he turned around in the seat once again. Brandon gazed longingly at his old Impala as the tiny yellow taxi revved into a noisy start. The car smelled distinctively of alcohol and cigarette smoke. The little tree air freshener dangling on the taxi driver’s top mirror barely even helped keep the smell down. So, as the car backed into the traffic of the nyc, Brandon's fingers moved to roll down the cab window. Fresh 'city' air flooded his lungs thankfully, and he smiled a bit more contently as the cab grew less stuffy.

The cab drive was a bit excruciating, and soon even the open window couldn’t hide the horrible stench. The more he thought about, the more he realized that it wasn’t the car. It was the taxi driver. What, did they live on the street or something? He smelled like dead sour ass. A pretty good definition huh? Eventually the yellow taxi pulled up in front of Brighton Apartments, and stopped quietly right in front of the entrance. Brandon shifted towards the door, his hand moving to the wallet in the back pockets of his jeans. '30tah little ones' the taxi driver spat stiffly as Brandon relinquished the money into his greedy little hands. But as the taxi driver counted, he realized that it was 35 instead of 30. But it wasn’t like he was going to tell Brandon. Dirty scoundrel. Luckily, Brandon knew the amount of money he had given over; and as he pushed the wallet back into his jeans he replied gruffly, "There's an extra five in there for some soap. Do yourself a favor and get some bucko"[/color]. His words caught the driver off guard as he pulled out of the parking spot. Unfortunately, somebody’s car was parked too close and the yellow taxi left a definite scratch on the paint. Ouch. But the taxi driver didn’t do or say anything, and as he sped down the street his head was turning a bright shade of red in frustration. Only Brandon would say such a thing. But he was pretty straightforward, didn’t hide what he truly thought. He let it all loose.

It was raining oh so slightly as he jogged up the stairs into the apartment building. Another rainy day in New York; not much of a surprise. Ruffling the collar on his thick jacket he opened the gate and walked right in. Brighton Apartments huh? Pretty flashy. His place wasn’t even close to the bright and happy serene feeling that the apartment building radiated. ”Room 031”[/color] he said to himself as he began climbing the stairs with ease. His eyes darted down the numbers as he reached the hallway, keeping his eyes peeled for his sister’s room. The sound of the rain coming down heavier pitter-pattered against the walls of the apartment, giving it an eerie echo. Eventually, he found her room as directed. 031He hoped it was the right one. Wouldn’t it be interesting if it wasn’t. Pulling his jacket down slightly, his free hand reached up slowly. He knew that behind these walls held the deadly creature, beast, the dog called Ben. His knocked a little two loud on her apartment door, smirking slightly as his knocks echoed down the empty hallway. His fist met the door three times in a loud rhythmic pattern before dropping his hand down to his sides. Just to announce his presence even more, he spoke again. ”Hey, Jen, its me. Brandon”[/color] he said, leaning into the door with hopes that she could hear him. He only hoped the little dog was retrained. Oh geeze. He could only hope that he didn’t smell like alcohol, or looked lie lack of sleep. But that wasn’t going to happen, wasn’t it? He looked kind a beat up, kind a defeated. Kind a tired.
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[jensen marie westley]

{ jensen westley !

all you want is what you can’t have
and if you just look around man
you see you got magic
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little jensen westley had gone into a small cleaning fit as soon as she logged off her laptop. brandon would be around soon and she didn’t want him to have any reason to doubt her abilities in taking care of herself. she wasn’t that hormonal, troubled, "i’ll try anything new to get away from this world" girl anymore. that first night they had been in new york had been an embarrassing one. she hadn’t ever properly explained it to brandon, instead she preferred to avoid the topic altogether by one of either going quiet or being bubbly, cute and airheaded. straight after the incident she had been too tired to be bother by her older brother and the hospital staff had ensured he was calm around her or they forced him out of her room. the day he had brought her home was one of the scariest days of her life. all those pent up emotions seemed to have all been released at once and brandon lost it at her. he’d trashed her room and took any pills or bottles of liquid he could find and flushed them down the toilet. he had scared her enough to reconsider what she had done. since that first night in nyc, jensen westley had been clean in terms of drugs. no psychiatrist could have cleaned her up as efficiently as her very own brother had done. she did suppose that getting away from her so called ‘friends’ back in maine had been a godsend too, those people had never been a good influence on the girl.

glancing around the apartment, jensen gave a nod of satisfaction. the place appeared decent enough for the arrival of an almost forgotten brother; not that she would ever be able to forget her brother, it was just a way for the girl to remind her how long it had been since she had seen brandon. "oh ben darling, don’t chew on that." scooping up her new and most favoured purchase she held it up to her face, leaving the slipper the puppy had been chewing at on the floor forgotten. she sighed at the puppy. if there was one thing in the world she craved for more than anything it was her brother’s approval. it was hard to explain why it mattered so much but it did. brandon was the one person in her life who had took care of her, really took care of her. her mother was always to busy drowning in her bottles of alcohol and her father figured that money was all a daughter needed in her life. not that jensen really complained about having the cash to spend, it was just the emotional detachment she felt from her parents. but brandon, brandon had his moment of irritation but for the most part he cared about her and she could tell by the way he treated her. the westley siblings were anything but distant. "uncle brandon is coming over soon and i want him to adore you so you better make a good impression." she told ben with a smile on her face. the little thing just stared back at her like she was some crazy person before glancing back longingly at the slipper. jensen just couldn’t get over his eyes, they reminded her so much of jude. this was probably how jude would look if he were a dog... not that she wanted the best boyfriend she’d ever had to be a dog ! she was just saying. cuddling the animal to her chest, she went to be window and peered out curiously.

a cab pulled up out front and she grinned to herself, she hadn’t expected her brother to go against her wishes but she did know how much he adored his impala and every once in a while he did seem to enjoy annoying her for his own selfish pleasure. she watched on in silence as the familiar form of her brother got out of the cab. even from a distance she could see him bend as if saying something to the cab driver, nothing nice like a thank you no doubt and the way the cab drove away just confirmed her point. jensen pulled away from the window, letting the curtains close in front of her. dropping ben to let him set all four paws on the ground once again she went to the bathroom. staring at her reflection in the mirror, jensen gave her hands a quick wash before patting her hair down. it was so quiet in the apartment and it felt like forever while she waited for brandon to get to her apartment door. the soft pit-pat of the rain outside went unnoticed by the maiden, she wasn’t one to be very attentive to the weather. regardless of whether it was rain or shine, jensen dressed for herself and if that meant she went out on a windy day in a skirt and t-shirt than so be it. of course, jen often found herself regretting her wardrobe decisions while subject to the elements but when indoors she was always feeling great. most dressed for the weather, jensen westley? she dressed for her mood.

and then the knocks sounded. jensen turned on her heel and walked briskly toward the front door. ben lay by the couch with his head cocked to one side and she grinned at the baby dog. she was so proud of him, it had taken her about six to train him not to react to the door. ben was not a guard dog so there was no reason for her to want him to jump at anyone who came to the door. during those six hours she would go out and knock, every time he barked she come in sit and ignore him while every time he didn’t she lavished him with attention and treats. grabbing a dog treat she threw it at him so that the puppy didn’t forget his training. part of the pride she felt was for herself too, she’d googled the idea because she had no idea how to train a dog. come on, jensen hadn’t even known she was meant to name the pet to begin with, as if she knew that training was a requirement too. someone had mentioned it to her and she’d gone home and decided to start straight away. now ben had not only become her pet and companion he was her new project. something to focus on, something to keep her mind busy while she was bored, something to keep her from old and bad habits.

getting to the door she threw it open and grinned at the person who stood there leaning against her doorframe. eyes flicked over him and she had to admit that the girls she had talked to were right. her brother did look amazing and he didn’t need cool clothes to prove it either. shame he scared half the girls with his hard ways and had played the other half at one stage or another. jensen knew that deep down he was a great guy and any girl who was able to get his care and protection would be one hxll of a lucky girl. jensen could only hope he’d find a girl of that calibre and that he wouldn’t push her away or do something silly to ensure she walk back out of his life. "so you made it ok." words were light and she didn’t elaborate. smile faulted just a touch at the way he looked. brandon seemed a little drained as if he’d run ten kilometres or something before coming here. "want some water?" she asked cautiously, moving aside so he could come in.

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` brandon peter westley `

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The two siblings had one rough childhood; that was for sure. Or, at least, Brandon did. His sister's problem's blossomed more as she became older. She turned extremely rebellious, almost crazy while Brandon became more quiet and cold. He hated it every time he watched her make a bad decision, and only made him feel more responsible for it. She got more and more into having these so called 'good times'. Frankly, he blamed her friends. They were probably not the best choice to be hanging out with. They were crazy teenagers running around and having 'fun'. Whether fun was considered sex, drugs, and alcohol; he didn't know. He, truthfully, didn't know how much or how deep his sister was into that kind of stuff. He just couldn't believe she would be that foolish enough to realize that stuff was bad for her. Sure, he was a bit foolish himself. Not long ago he just randomly went out and got drunk. He just kept drinking, as if he didn't realize the damage he was doing. Truth be told; by the end of the night he had been punched in the face and tossed out of a club. Luckily, while he was trying to settle his drunk mind on the curb, Cady showed up and helped him out. He was lucky that time. Jensen had been luck too. Brandon had a rude wake up call (literally and nonliterary) when his cell phone rang one night. He almost didn't answer it. It was the night after him and his sister had arrived in New York. But he did. And man was he surprised when he was told that his sister had passed out cold at some strip club. Within seconds he hopped into his car and went to retrieve his sister. People were just staring, neither doing anything or calling anyone. They were just staring. He had to control his anger so much that evening it wasn't even funny. He, alone, drove his sister to the hospital and admitted her into the emergency room. Drugs and Alcohol they told him. A perfectly horrible combination for suicide. He couldn't and wouldn't believe it was true.

But after recovering from her so called 'overdose' in the hospital she told him everything. She was just trying to have fun. Turns out his sister really was that deep in shit. Maybe Brandon exploded a little bit, maybe he over reacted. But he marched right back to the house and got rid of everything. Any kind of pills, alcohol, everything. He was being a bit of a hypocrite, but he really didn't care. It was hard for him to through away the alcohol that he was so addicted too as well. But he did it anyway. When his sister finally left the hospital, his house was 'stone cold turkey'. He could only hope that removing the problem would stop it. For what seemed like forever he kept an eye on her. Sometimes he would even question on where she was going each night. But after a while she seemed as if she was completely 'healed'. If that was even possible. He loosened the 'leash' on her neck and he became a bit less questioning. Eventually she moved out and he was alone again. But at least Jensen was okay.

Eventually Jen opened the door. She looked great. Still the beautiful and stunning sister he had remembered. She looked so happy. Even after her smile faltered when she looked at him and his condition, he couldn't help but notice how happy and comfortable she was. It made him definitely feel good to know his sister was happy. Obviously life was treating her good. "so you made it ok." she said, her voice a bit light. He cocked an eyebrow on his face, giving him a comical and yet quizzical appearance. But instead of replying with some half-smart ass comment, he outstretched his arms and embraced her in a warm hug. It was one of those things that he would only dare to do on his sister. It was just a friendly family hug. He really had missed her, that much was for sure. After a few seconds he pulled away, a sheepish and awkward smile making its way to his features. Holding her at her shoulders he pushed her away lightly, giving her a quick once-over with his eyes. "You look great"

he said, and although he held an apprehensive smile on his features, he acted like nothing happened. He dropped his hands to his sides, peering around her room for a moment before speaking once again. "Anyway, I think I'm permanently damaged because of that cab ride. It was so not worth trying not to get on your nerves"[/color] he said, cracking a joke already. But that was his way to deal with a situation. Out of bad habit, he rose a hand, running his fingers through his short black hair. He did this often, in almost every feeling and emotion possible. Then, the though suddenly hit him. Or really, a feeling. He was aware of a pair of eyes burning at him, questioning. He turned his head slightly, peering over Jen's shoulder to see the 'beast'.

Ben was just lying there, eying him. He awkwardly flickered his eyes back and forth, unable to shake the fact it was staring at him. When Jensen moved to the side to let him in, he moved hesitantly into the room. No matter how many times he tried to ignore the dog; it kept staring at him. Its head was cocked to the side, questioning and curious. Too most people it would be seen as extremely cute. However, for Brandon, it was just annoying. "want some water?" Jensen asked in a well-mannered way. Brandon shifted to his other foot nervously. He didn't reply right away, as if he didn't hear her. "Hmm?"[/color] he asked, distracted by the dog. With a snort he turned his eyes back to his sister. The expression on his face was a mix between a few things, almost unreadable actually. "Err...I mean...no thanks"[/color] he said, correcting himself as best he can. He wasn't exactly the most well-mannered guy in the history of the world. But he got by. He was definitely being weird. It was just a puppy for crying out loud. Heck, he could probably step on it if he needed. But Brandon could sometimes be an over dramatic guy when it comes to things he dislikes. He makes it really clear and really important. "Does it ever stop staring?"[/color] he asked simply, turning back to his sister with a vexed expression.

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[jensen marie westley]

{ jensen westley !

enjoy it while you still have it
don’t look back on life man and only see tragic
because you could be better than that
don't let it get the better of you
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even as a child jensen had never been able to choose between simple things such as vanilla or chocolate ice cream. in the end her parents would lose their patience with her and choose for her. the look on their faces would tell her to shut up or she’d be in big trouble. after years of that kind of treatment the girl got used to allowing others to make up her mind for her or rushing decisions through fear and making a choice she was to regret later on. the company she kept were all about enjoying themselves, having fun no matter the cost. she hadn’t meant to end up in that crowd, she had always thought she had a better head on her than that. but somehow it just happened, though she didn’t really have a good excuse for going into that kind of thing, there were people out there that had it way tougher than she ever did – her very own older brother for example. but she and one of her best friends had gotten into the mess that was to become their high school years. sometimes jensen thought back and wondered what had become of that best friend, she hadn’t spoken to anyone from back home since she left. in fact, she didn’t think she ever told anyone. brandon hadn’t really given her a chance too. the day he could leave; brandon came in, told her to pack whatever she needed and wanted and then whisked her away to new york.

things had improved greatly for her since then. jensen westley had finally made a decision that was good for her – to leave her past behind her, to forget about everything horrible that had happened in her life and to focus on the future she had. in a huge way she had brandon to thank for helping her come to that decision. if it weren’t for her brother giving her a major wake up call who knew where she’d be? and that was a scary thought that shouldn’t be considered since all that would not happen... of course there were those small times when something went wrong and jensen was itching to go out and have a little "fun". but those days were over, gone. she had too much to lose this time around. she never wanted to see the kind of anger that was on brandon’s face the day she can home from hospital. she never wanted to listen to the way he had spoken to her that day either, the disbelief in his voice. she never wanted to know what jude would do if she ever became the girl she had once been. and the friends she kept now, she didn’t want to let them down by doing things they probably never did even if they had considered it. as for her enemies, she didn’t want to prove them right, she didn’t want to see joyous smirks spread over their lips paired with gleaming eyes of delight. no, jensen westley had far too much to lose if she went back to the way she was.

brandon’s hug did not amaze her as much as it may have amazed anyone else. he was her brother, he cared about her and wasn’t afraid to show it. that was the wonderful thing about brandon westley. once you held a safe place in the guy’s heart, it was always going to be there and he’d stop at nothing to make you happy and make sure you were ok. the hard part was getting him to open up his heart for you. jensen was lucky and had a place in there reserved for her; and all she had to do was be born. returning the embrace she smiled into his shoulder for herself. the smile widened at the look on his face after he had pulled away, despite how he showed he cared it was clear he wasn’t always comfortable being that way. which made everything a whole load more special. yep, if you managed to get brandon westley as a loyal, loving boyfriend you were one hxll of a lucky girl. "thank you. i would say the same for you but in truth, i think you need more sleep. or less beer." cheeky statement was given in response to his compliment. a small chuckle was the released by his words about the cab ride. "you’d be singing a different tune if you’d turned up in your impala but i guess we’ll never know. in today’s situation anyway." came her reply as she closed the door and moved off into the kitchen to grab a few snacks and a glass of water for herself.

coming back into the room she amused herself with the sight of brandon and ben, both eyeing each other off. both probably trying to work out the other’s move and how they felt about each other. jensen settled her water and the snacks on the table before seating herself on the couch, motioning for brandon to join her. her light laugh was given in response to brandon’s question and awkward expression. well, that was brandon westley for you. "if you stop trying to stare him down maybe." ok, so maybe playing with her brother wasn’t the best idea in this circumstance but he was amusing her. it was so tempting to call ben over to her but she figured it would be best if brandon was settled down on the couch first cause if ben was with her he would probably remain at the other end of the room. "eat something and talk to me. it’s been forever." jensen suggested to her brother, trying to get him to make his way over to her. there was quite the selection of snacks. for once either she or valarie had managed to go shopping and buy more than enough to sustain them for longer than a couple of days. their timing couldn’t have been better considering brandon was here today and she didn’t want to seem like she hadn’t been eating properly.

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Alone time. He always had a lot of that. It was all on how he felt that day, or how much he had drank. He really didn't like drinking a lot. And he wasn't ignorant to the thing's alcohol could do to you. Sometimes he just couldn't help it. He was foolish, but not stupid. Some people thought he was. Purely on the fact that he couldn't control himself. Some people linked up a short temper with a small IQ. But, truthfully, he wasn't stupid at all. Just, different. Some people would be surprised if he said he got decently good grades in school. He wasn't a straight A student, but he was failing either. He was just a little above average. He could be a slack off, but he always ended up passing the classes in the end. As if he was listening the whole time while he took a nap during class. He was just smart that way. He could remember little things, and would never really forget them. Sometimes they were just little facts, but they could be whole speeches or even math formulas. By no means was he a 'geek' but he just wasn't a retard either. He never picks up books my choice, and its only if he is forced to do so. Even then he rarely finishes them. Then there was a whole other smart his possessed; street smart. But this kind of smart was different all in its own. He knew what to do, where, and when to do it. He new where was the best places, and what was not. He could pretty good at spotting and predicting how a person would be like, or react. He wasn't a push over, that was for sure. Sometimes he could get himself into helpless situations, but that was on rare occasions. And when he did, he normally had to take care of it himself and deal with whatever was going to happen. But sometimes he was in such a bad situation that he had to deal with other people. Most strangers would ignore him, so he would depend on his close friends to save his ass. Most of these situations were post-fight drunk things, where he was beaten, broken, and sick on some curb. Amazingly, it happened not that long ago. He had gotten way too drunk, way too cocky. He ended up sick as a dog with a black eye and bloody nose; kicked out of the club. Ha! That was an interesting experience.

He was smiling a little more now that he was near his sister. He couldn't help but enjoy her being around. Some people hated their siblings, and he couldn't understand how that was possible. They got into fights every once and a while, but he couldn't actually stay too angry at her. If anything, he would end up apologizing on way or another looking like a complete idiot. An awkward and complete idiot. Having him as a friend, he just didn't lididn't loose that opportunity. He didn't like to loose friends. Mostly because he didn't gain many. "thank you. i would say the same for you but in truth, i think you need more sleep. or less beer." she said simply, teasingly. He made a show of rolling her eyes, watching her slightly as she made her way towards the kitchen. But he was keeping most of his attention on the dog. It was still staring him down, like a challenge. Almost as if he was to go over there it would bite off its hands if it had a chance. That was worrying him. He couldn't remember the last time that he touched an animal. Even a dog. Any animal. "Sounds like a good idea"

he mumbled slightly, nodding his head in acknowledgment. He tried to sound a bit interested. Or, at least, concentrating on his sister and not the dog. But it wasn't really working. "you’d be singing a different tune if you’d turned up in your impala but i guess we’ll never know. in today’s situation anyway." He turned to her, smiling slightly as she left into the kitchen. It was funny how Ben's eyes flickered to the side as well, following Jensen as she left the scene. For a few minutes it was silent, the two of them staring at the door. The sound of rustling could be heard slightly from the other door, the sound of snacks being gathered for the occasion. He didnt actually realize how hungry he was until the sound of food met him. Ha. Funny how simple noises could do that to you. Like that one experiment, when a dog was fed at the sound of the bell. As soon as the bell rang again, food or not, the dog with salivate. Funny stuff, and he couldn't even remember were he learned that. Some thing in school most likely. He doubted he had any friends that would talk about that kind of stuff anyway. Ha.

Eventually Jen came back in the room, an amused look on her face at the two of them were still staring each other off. She took a seat on the couch, smiling still as she motioned for him to join her on the couch. "if you stop trying to stare him down maybe she said. She was clearly amused at him. He pulled on a frown at her words. "It's not funny"[/color] he complained, shifting his weight to his other foot. "eat something and talk to me. it’s been forever." He nodded slightly as he made his way over to the couch. He made a decently wide circle as he came around the side without the dog. He still was watching him, and he liked his fingers very much. Pulling his hands out of his jacket pockets, he took a seat next to her. "I'm actually really hungry. But the talking thing, errr, I don't think so" he said sarcastically, reaching out to grab a handful of snacks in his hands. Only by the time he was about to stuff the snacks into his mouth did he realize how rude he was being. Smiling sheepishly, he held the snacks in his hand, as if trying to think what would be the best option. "Err...ya..." he said, obviously out of place. Rude. He was always rude and un-mannered. But every once and a while he would catch himself. He wasn't exactly first class material. With his other hand he grabbed individual snacks into his hand and awkwardly placed them in his mouth. Better then stuffing a handful into his face. "Let's try out this talking thing you were saying. I'd imagine Jude cant be all unicorns and butterflies. You probably have to defend him from all the sluts ya?"[/color] he said, slightly eying the dog on her other side as he turned to her.

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what could be better than now
life’s not about what’s better
all the time while you’re looking away
there are things you can do man
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these past two years had been fantastic for jensen. she’d learnt the value of her own life and discovered things that she could offer the people in her life that she thought she was never capable of giving or being. of course she knew she was able to be a sister to brandon. she’d always played the role of little sister pretty perfectly. jensen had, however, struggled to really form much of a bond with their youngest sibling, jasmine westley. sometimes jensen would find herself regretting leaving the other westley girl back in maine, she had never really bothered to ask brandon why they hadn’t brought the girl along. when one thought about it though brandon had never had the chance to bond with either of their parents, jensen had a business relationship of sorts with their father and jasmine managed to score the affection of both parents. as a child jensen could remember watching her younger sister communicate with their mother and feeling a slight pang of jealousy. somehow jasmine had been able to get through to their alcoholic mother in a way brandon and she had never been able to. as for their father... one could suppose he had given all his aggressive emotions to brandon, his money to jensen and only had his love left over for jasmine to take. for once, getting the leftovers wasn’t such a bad thing. the point was, jasmine had no reason to leave maine; jasmine had always been the adored child, the one who loved being at home and never experienced any problems with their family; jasmine had been the well-balanced child, the one who’d fix all their problems and help the westley’s have a new beginning – somehow though, the two older siblings were excluded from the happy ending. not that jensen or brandon would ever complain for that happy ending had yet to come along...

of course it was a good idea. didn’t jensen westley always have good ideas? well, ok. one could fully understand why another may not fully believe such a statement. this gorgeous brunette’s mind couldn’t always be trusted and for good reason too. however, in terms of her brother and anyone else who managed to find themselves in her affections the way brandon was then her opinion on matters weren’t bad opinions at all.

oh, if only brandon knew how entertaining his reaction to ben was. at his words, in fact, jensen just couldn’t hold the laugh back. "you have no idea how funny this actually is." she said playfully. "loosen up a bit, relax." jensen added as he joined her on the couch. eyes began following his movements much like the german shepherd puppy was from his position on the floor. a brow quirked at his usual way without manners. the guy was the less talk more action type one could say so jensen was patient while she just simply watched him start eating. "he’s all that and more really. and i don’t need to do any defending, he’s trustworthy... even if they’re not." the words sounded convincing enough and she was telling the truth. jensen trusted jude with anything and everything. the girls that she knew were running after him like sick little lost puppies might be annoying but she didn’t have to worry. "how about you? shouldn’t you be watching the sluts as well?" it was just a playful thing but honestly she just wanted to change the topic from jude and his girls to... well, to anything else.

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"you have no idea how funny this actually is." she said, and he frowned in reaction. "Oh, wow, you are so mean Jen"

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes in a dramatic way. It really wasn't that all that funny to him. But, whatever. Right? He was just amazed at how different his place was compared to her's. You gotta be rich right? Brandon really wasn't the richest guy on the planet. After him and his sister came to New York, their lives differentiated. Jensen became one of the rich girls, the post popular and the most glamorous. Truthfully, Brandon didn't know why he ended up as middle class. The lower area too. Maybe it was just her friends, and her boyfriend. Yes! That's what it had to be. She was going out with one of the most prestigious guys in the NYC. Jude. Everyone knew about him. Brandon knew him as a friend purely because of his relationship with Jensen. But they had developed into pretty decent friends. They both trusted and respected each other; and that was all the mattered at this point. But, anyway, Brandon had ended up taking the middle class. He really wasn't that glamorous, however. He wasn't bathing and sleeping in cash, and neither was he wearing expensive clothing or getting limo rides to school. Half the time he drove himself, and his car was anything but glamorous. It was a old black version of a Impala, a 'druggie' looking car actually. Low to the ground and abnormally long, it did stick out in the crowd. It wasn't shiny clean and un-dented neither. However, it was Brandon's 'baby' if you will. He was obsessed with his car just as much as he was attracted to girls. And that was a big comparison. He hated taking taxi's, and thought they were pretty lame anyway. He would either walk or take his car. Not many people in New York even owned a car actually. There was too much traffic and mass-transit for someone to hope to own a car. But still, it was useful in some situations. But, overall, if you to take a glance at him you wouldn't even think he had friends in the upper-class. And you would be surprised that such a handsome guy would not be with the top people in the NYC. But that was just how is life played out.

He was in the middle. He wasn't okay with the fact that he wasn't rich; but he had gotten used to it. So ya. That was just who he was right? Deal with it, and he would be fine. As long a dearest daddy and drinking mommy wasn't here he was content. He could work off his life as a bartender. Ha! The worst thing he had to worry about was gas prices. And rent. "loosen up a bit, relax." she said. She was definitely amused at him, that was for sure. He was still frowning a bit at this. How dare she make fun of his problems! He pulled a weird face at this thought, one that made him appear like he was pouting. She just kinda stared at him as he struggled at finding manners for his food. Ya, she was definitely amused with him. Either that or she was disgusted with his manner. You would think she would be used to his un-mannered life style. Maybe she was. Maybe she was just in disbelief. Or just completely trying not to laugh at him. Soon he had the snacks dissapear from his hand. He reached forward to grab them individually now, holding up the single snack for a moment as if to say 'I'm doing it right now'. Comical he was, and it was hard not to laugh at him. Sometimes he liked to make people laugh. He enjoyed that feeling. So maybe he is a bit of a goof; deal with it. "he’s all that and more really. and i don’t need to do any defending, he’s trustworthy... even if they’re not." she said. Her words sounded truthful enough. But it was clear she wanted to change the subject. Interesting. He knew Jude was a good guy, but a player? It seemed like most of the girls around here either used to be with him, or want to. He seemed like a perfect old gentleman. Not a player. But then again, people could be pretty good actors when they felt like it. But Jude? That would definitely be a very interesting topic to bring up. "Hey, Jude, do you remember Kate?" Ha. Maybe he should say that around Jensen, act completely oblivious. Nah, never mind. He wouldn't dare do that around Jen. She was his sister, and he wouldn't break them up if that was the last thing on earth to do. He loved his sister too much to ruin her life at all. But still. Kate had just so happened to have told him about their past life. Whether it was by accident or not, he didn't know.

He really didn't want to know that at all. "That's definitely good. I think..."[/color] he said. There was so many more things he wanted to say, and it was clear that he was holding it back. Just the pure tone of voice, strained, that gave it away. Or maybe it was his pondering expression that made it clear that he was thinking. Oh well. She wanted to change the subject, for some reason, so he would go along with it. "how about you? shouldn’t you be watching the sluts as well?" Another playful comment to back it up. Nice. Should he be watching the sluts? Yes, and no. He should be watching them because, well, they were sluts. No, because they really couldn't get a hold of them if he didn't want them too. He knew many of them; some as close friends, others acquaintances. It was up to whether you thought being close friends with a slut meant one thing, or another. For some reason he always found company with other sluts. They seemed to float around him. Huh. "Ya, of course. You know, they always steal or stuff when your not looking"[/color] he said comically, his voice laced in the traditional sarcasm. He, out of bad habit, once again ran his hand through his hair, fingers messing with the dark brown strains. "Me and Jude should have like a cage fight over the sluts dont'cha think? I'd probably beat him up in the worst of places. And then you couldn't have him to yourself huh?"[/color] he teased. Oh god he was so rude, so dirty. But that was just him. This was his way of annoying and teasing his sister. Get over it.


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[jensen marie westley]

{ jensen westley !

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jensen was not a mean person. never had been, was hardly likely to become one. in fact, if one thought about it, she was almost like an angel – a fallen angel from the heaven’s themselves. she was such a pure soul if you ignored all the bad habits she’d developed. but those habits had not been her fault when you thought about it in a roundabout way. she was a fallen angel who was confused, didn’t know where she’d ended up and didn’t know how to deal with the change. as a child she saw the world as her paradise, as a perfect heaven she’d come to. as she grew older, she realised her heaven had holes to the devil. she noted how flawed her world was, how tainted reality really was. this threw her little mind into a spin and she just didn’t know how to deal. she sought to company of others who were just as confused. looked for those who could offer an answer to her, wanted anyone who could help her get away. and so the fallen angel was tainted. marked by the world that was ours. she sinned because she didn’t know what else there was. if it weren’t for her ignorance perhaps jensen would still be that pure fallen angel. but who wanted that? it was life and the experiences that life brought us that changed us, matured us, turned us into who we are today. and jensen had turned out pretty ok. don’t you think? she had a great life at the moment and if it weren’t for all the things she went through she might not have everything she had today.

no, jensen wasn’t a mean person. she was just a little bit of a tease, a lot of a tease really. she really didn’t mean any harm from it. it was just a little game and she was very sorry later on if it went wrong. so often her little tease, her little games, went wrong. they piled up and they became regrets. she was so bad at making good decisions. she feared it now. it was so irrational but that’s what fears are meant to be right? irrational. but who grew to the age of twenty-two and had a phobia of making a decision for not wanting to know the end result. usually you developed to ability to hypothesis and make a good decision but jensen just could not trust her hypothesises ever. for this occasion jensen thought it was best if she left things alone. a choice she often ended up with. if she didn’t do anything nothing could go wrong... nothing that wasn’t meant to go wrong anyway. her logic was flawed in so many ways but it was the only one that she could take comfort in. the thought that things would just turn out the way destiny intended it to if she left things to play out in front of her was one that comforted her. just as jude comforted her and made her feel a little of the confidence she showed to the outer world inside her. she didn’t know how he did it, all she knew is that she loved it. loved him. loved him for it.

it was hard to fully comprehend how the two westley siblings had taken on different lives since coming to new york. somehow brandon had stayed were their father had left him, middle class and just surviving on what he had and what he could get. jensen, on the other hand, had found herself with the right crowds for once in her life and with money. she didn’t know exactly where the money came from, just that she had it to spend. apparently her father gave her quite a bit, he was a bank manager after all, and there was some sort of account her mother had set up for her. an account that was just for her and no one else could touch it. it was set up that way so that her father could get to the money. jensen didn’t know, she tried not to worry about that kind of thing. often in the beginning she’d offer to help brandon out but he’d been too proud. and jensen really couldn’t blame her brother for not wanting anything to do with their father or the money their father gave her. parents weren’t meant to act the way theirs did. drunk twenty-four seven and playing favourites. their youngest sister was lucky, jasmine had been sent away to boarding school apparently. in boarding school she was safe and jensen felt a little less guilty for leaving the other westley girl behind.

of course the fact that she had friends in high places helped her out a lot. like so many details in her life, jensen had been too busy being distracted to note how things had played out. how she managed to find herself dating a wonderful guy like jude. her history told her she’d usually just end up with idiots and arseholes who she’d either dump within eight weeks or catch in bed with another girl after two weeks. at the beginning she’d treated jude like one of those guys. the past regulated her actions until her brain caught up and realised jude was not a guy she had dealt with before. there was a moment of confusion as her brain tried to work out what to do, how to act. but then he had been so natural around her, he’d given her so much space and never pushed her around to do anything. jensen ended up forgetting to think about jude and just was. she was who she’d been born to be and cherished every moment of it. being away from jude worried her, she was so scared of becoming who she had once been. but when she thought about brandon. he was so fine with who he was, so in touch with himself. he did things his way because he wanted to. she couldn’t remember a moment when brandon conformed to the ways of the upper new yorkers. he was always himself, even back in maine he was brandon westley; what you see is what you got, try change it and you’d really get it. the thought made her smile with pride. brandon westley was her brother and he’d never change, he was so stable. right now, she had some of the most stable guys close to her. jensen could go to sleep at night with that comfort, with that assurance and they were two factors in her life that made her want to be someone different to the confused, messed up girl she had been.

she watched as the moods changed and played with her brother’s face. sometimes he could be so uptight, sometimes she wanted him to feel the ignorant bliss she held caged in her heart. the ignorant bliss she kept under lock and key not because she didn’t want people to see it but because she didn’t want it stolen from her and so she only allowed out in a safe environment. still she sat in silence as he ate. one snack at a time this time. she didn’t care how he ate, she didn’t care how he acted. she was proud of him, glad to have him as her brother. she hoped he knew it but she knew there was very little way for him to actually know it since she hadn’t really said it ever. a happy smile spread over lips at his comical expression, she remembered how as a child she’d sit for ages just watching him because of the way his face changed with his various expressions. in her mind somewhere special she had all those looks tucked away.

honey brown lock moved with her head as she nodded to his statement. "of course it’s good, no need to think about it." she ended the statement with a friendly wink. the last thing she wanted brandon to worry about was her relationship with jude. things were going ok there, she believed. but from the way he spoke, the way he looked, he had more to add. perhaps it would be good to hear what he had to say, perhaps it would be useful to get advice from her brother, but she just wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it. blissful ignorance. luckily he pushed his words to the back of his mind and went with her change of subject. he replied to her question with sarcasm. their father used to say how sarcasm was a weak form of humour, a poor way to mask what a person really thought. but brandon would not take their father’s words for anything, her brother probably looked at the dirt under his shoe with greater regard. and following her older brother’s lead jensen forgot their dad’s words and laughed quietly. a happy, little girl’s laugh to keep the atmosphere light. but it was cut short when he brought up jude again. jude in relation to the sluts. and even though she trusted her boyfriend she didn’t like being reminded about how many girls wanted him, how many girls would slander her just because they wanted to be in her position. "i doubt he’d fight you for them. what use would he have for them if you two fought? should he ever think he’d be able to beat you. you’ve got too much experience in that field and everyone knows it. on the other hand, you wouldn’t beat him up. not if it meant taking him away from me." he was trying to push her buttons, trying to annoy he in his big brother way. it was beginning to work, it always did. if anyone knew how to tease her, it was him. what annoyed her more was that she was the one usually doing the teasing. it had to be in the genes. nevertheless, she retorted back with whatever first came to mind and hoped he wouldn’t totally destroy her.

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