Jenna Laurens

He knew that Diego worried about him. If he didn’t, there was no way that he’d drop everything whenever he got a phone call from the hospital or the police or wherever else he’d ended up and go see him, bail him out, scold him - whatever it was that he ended up doing that time. Really, Klaus loved him for it, for how he seemed to be the only one of his siblings - except for Ben, though he supposed Ben didn’t have too much of a choice in that - that hadn’t given up on him yet.

Every time he dropped by, though… Diego always scolded him, he always gave him the same speech, and while that was annoying, he could take it. What really got to him, though, was that he was never sure how welcome he was, he always felt like he was getting in the way. He never said anything, he played it off as if he didn’t mind it, he playfully pretended to be offended at the idea that he might have other things to do, but in the end, it did bug him. So he stayed away for the most part, only dropping by when he really needed it.

He was uncharacteristically quiet for a moment, and when he spoke, his tone was far less lighthearted than it’d been before. “I know. But he’s not a big fan of uninvited house guests.” He shrugged slightly. When he continued after a brief pause, his tone was once again light and playful. “Besides, I’ve been busy, you know? Things to do, places to be!”

"Diego doesn’t ever have invited guests,” She pointed out, as she finished off the last of the block of mozzarella. Her hair flipped out of her face as she looked over at Klaus as he cut up the toppings. “But y’know, you’re always welcome here, right? Drunk, stoned, hungover, half sober, you can come hang out for as long or short as you want.”

I worry about you too, she wanted to say, but everytime she opened her mouth she couldn’t manage to say it. Her and Klaus weren’t exactly close, she saw him maybe two or three times in the last few years. But she saw Diego every day and she knew how much his brother disappearing for months at a time affected him. Sure his lectures were annoying but, his heart was in the right place.

“I have one rule though,” Jenna added. “If you overdose in my living room, I’m calling an ambulance and sending you to rehab, okay? And if you maybe wanna... I dunno call your brother instead just to let him know you’re okay the phone’s on the table beside the couch.” 

💔 What was their worst breakup?💦 When did they lose their virginity?

Jenna lost her virginity at 15, to her first boyfriend Owen. It was new years eve and she was pretty drunk so she doesn’t really remember much about it. She could kinda tell that Owen wasn’t as into their relationship as much as he had used to be, and she had just lost her dad and didn’t want to lose anyone else (even if Owen breaking up with her wasn’t as permanent loss as her dad dying.)

“Can’t you just… Put them up and leave?” He really wasn’t sure how these things worked, but it seemed to make sense that she didn’t actually have to hang around for the whole thing. There were plenty of art showings where the artists weren’t there, right?

Klaus hesitated for a small second before speaking. “Then maybe - maybe there’s another way to go about it. I mean, maybe you could do it part-time or something.” He’d never had a job, and he’d certainly never worked in the art world, but he did know that jobs tended to stress people out, and stress and art weren’t always a good combination.

“No, I need to be there to get the information of anyone who wants to buy a print,” Jenna sighed, as she rubbed at her eyes. “The only way I could get out of being there is if I had an assistant do it for me, but I don’t make enough money to hire an assistant.” 

She looked flipped through a portfolio, for anything that might catch her eye. There was nothing, she knew that she’d looked through it five times. She looked at the clock. “I mean, I don’t know about part-time. But I have enough savings that I should be fine skipping just one show.” 

“I think the better question is if I’d want a toddler running around my house at all. And the answer to that is a big fat hell no.” Diego didn’t want kids now, nor did he think he’d ever want them. “But Jesus—that sounds like literal hell.” Staring back at her, Diego mentioned, “No, I don’t. Because those were the worst years of my life. But…that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have accepted you—or whatever you thought was gonna happen.” 

Offering a small shrug at her next words, the young man was still captured. “Threats do come in handy when you need them to. And it seems like you could let the fire do a lot of the talking.”

“Sorry for hoisting the hypotheticals of fatherhood on you,” Jenna laughed. She shrugged. “It actually wasn’t that bad, I’ve always been a fast learner. Mostly it was just candles, I only ever tried with anything bigger if we went camping or had a bonfire in the summer. Nothing compared to what you went through I assume.” She let out a sigh staring back up at the ceiling. “I just thought you might be mad at me, y’know for lying. About having powers, about my birthday. It’s stupid but, you tend to get angry over a lot of things.”