Shockingly, some of Cole’s problems seemed to be solving themselves. The serial killer, for instance, had apparently tried to kill himself. He was in critical condition at the hospital from what Cole had heard and he was strongly considering going down there and finishing the job. No one killed his men and got away with it. It wasn’t as public an example as he’d like to make and he might not even have to involve himself if Dean died anyway. He’d have to wait and see, but at least he didn’t have to worry about someone preying on his people anymore. The Rascals didn’t seem inclined to do it and he was in the process of making sure that didn’t happen anyway. With some of that going away, Cole had time to consider other things, like assignments he’d given various members. One of those happened to be Jesse, who he’d invited to the mansion outside of town he’d appropriated soon after arriving here. The former owner was probably halfway across the country by now. Cole and the young hacker probably had a few things to talk about, considering the connection Jesse supposedly had with the fire at Halloween.
All things considered, Cole was in a better mood than he had been recently. He opened the door when the bell rang and nodded at Jesse. “Come in. We have a few things to discuss.” It wasn’t harsh or even overly brusque, just matter of fact.
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CHARACTERS: Malia Cashe, Jesse Teague
DATE: December 23
DESCRIPTION: Malia and Jesse leave the Christmas party early to share some spiked eggnog and talk.
Jesse takes a sip from the cup as they're walking. He's quiet until they get outside. "Parker and I actually had a conversation the other day."
Malia doesn't respond to this confession except for taking the cup and drinking from it. She wipes the corner of her mouth. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised."
Jesse rubs the back of his neck when Mal takes the cup. "Yeah, he, uh, wanted me to talk to you."
Malia laughs humorlessly at her feet. "I reeeaally shouldn't be surprised. Did he give you a hard time?"
Jesse looks down as well. "Not really. He was just worried."
Malia frowns. "He just doesn't want to be wrong, ever. I'm not... I can handle myself."
Jesse "I know you can handle yourself, but that- that doesn't mean you can't accept help sometimes too." He runs a hand through his hair. "Parker wants the best for you."
Malia snorts. "Jesse, Parker doesn't like either of us. He's not going to forgive you for leaving camp and he hasn't forgiven me for almost leaving. I know he has this knee-jerk protective instinct but honestly? He's more mad than concerned."
Jesse shakes his head. "He made me promise to- y'know, try and help. I know he doesn't like me because of– of a bunch of reasons, so that he asked at all was weird." He exhales. "Mal, I'm worried too."
Malia "Why?" she asks, maybe a little too sharply. She takes a deep breath and moves closer to Jesse, placing a hand on his chest. "I'm fine, Jesse. I'm really okay. You don't need to be worried."
Jesse frowns when she's sharp and looks down at her hand, covering it with one of his own. "Why do you do it?"
Malia shrugs lamely. "I don't know. It's fun? It takes the edge off, makes it easier to... Just makes it easier. Like, more energizing. But it's not like I need it to get through the day. It's just, easier."
Jesse "Would you be able to- to, uh, stop? If you tried."
Malia takes a little long to answer. "I guess I could, yeah. But I don't want to."
Jesse bites his lip again and takes her hands. "Why do I not need to be worried?"
Malia "Because I'm not... I'm not an addict! I'm choosing to do it, and I could stop if I chose to."
Jesse "How often do you do it?"
Malia deflates a bit and looks at the cup in her hand. "I dunno. A few times a week?"
Jesse traces circles in the palm of Mal's hand. "Do you, uh- feel like you have to? To feel good or happy."
Malia "No," she says and means it. "Not at all," she adds with less conviction.
Jesse "Ah." He looks down at their hands and presses his lips together. "To have fun?"
Malia nods. "Yes. Yes, that's it, I promise."
Jesse frowns. "It's not good for you."
Malia closes her eyes, taking her hand off of Jesse's chest. "I know that, Jesse."
Jesse watches her face now. "And I know you do. You're smart, Mal, and one of the- one of the strongest people I know." He looks down again. "I just don't get it."
Malia "You don't have to get it. I—" She takes a step away and fixes her hair. "Do you want me to say I'll stop?"
Jesse twists his hands together when she steps away. "Not if you don't mean it. I, uh– I don't want you to just say what you think I want to hear."
Malia "But do you want me to stop?" She stares at him, jaw set. "Is this a relationship-ending issue?"
Jesse runs a hand through his hair and looks away from her. "I do. It's not- I'm not going to break up with you, I just want to help."
Malia bites the inside of her cheek. "Okay." She's quiet for a while, then takes a small step closer to Jesse. "I can try to... I'll cut back, I'll use it less. Is that... Does that make you feel better?"
Jesse looks back at her when she steps closer, his shoulders relaxing. He gives her a small smile and holds his hands out again. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's good for now." He swallows. "Sorry if I overstepped."
Malia returns the smile and takes his hand. "You didn't." She kisses him. "Thanks, actually, for being so understanding."
Jesse squeezes her hand and laughs quietly, ducking his head. "I know you. Straight up telling you to stop isn't going to go anywhere."
Malia lifts her head from his chest, frowning. "Do you straight up want me to stop? Do you have a plan to eventually make me quit?"
Jesse bites the inside of his cheek, already regretting what he said. He pauses, then sighs. "I do want you to stop. But I don't have a plan or anything. This isn't- this isn't like the first step of some plot." He rests a hand on her shoulder. "I'm, uh- not gonna go behind your back or anything, I swear."
Malia presses her lips together and nods. "Okay," she murmurs. "I believe you." And she does, because this is Jesse. She looks at the cup of eggnog still in her hands. "Help me finish this?"
Jesse relaxes again and presses a kiss to her temple. "And I trust you." He glances down at the cup again. "How strong is it?" he asks with another small smile.
Malia "Uh, incredibly." She chuckled, taking another sip and handing it to him.
Jesse laughs and takes the cup from, taking a tiny sip. "I know I said this earlier, but you look beautiful tonight."
Malia smiles a little wider. "Thank you," she says, thanking him for a lot more than the compliment.
Brynn flashed back to the day before, when the boy she had grown fond of asked her out on a date. Or at least, what she perceived as a date. She brushed her hair slowly, trying to make it look perfect. The brunette had no idea what the boy had planned, so she tried an outfit that could be either casual or formal. She picked out the nicest skinny jeans she had, and then threw on a blouse. Along with her top, she wrapped her favorite scarf around her neck. The excited girl made her way out of the door with a smile pasted on her face, only to see the stretched limo with an escort outside of the house. She covered her mouth with her hands, and stepped into the dark vehicle. As the driver lowered his screen to talk to Brynn, she suddenly remembered the three hundred dollars that was in her purse. She smiled real nicely, and then handed it to him, "Here, this is for you." It almost seemed like she had made his day or something, like that amount of money was never given to him. The small girl sat back in the leather seats and watched out the tinted windows to see where they were going. She knew it was a jewelry place, but where? As they arrived she began to realize that the drive was short, not very long lived, but they had already made it out into a nicer part of town. While walking out of the limo she kept her pretty head down, and moved into the shop where she was supposed to tell them a code word. The young girl was astonished as she walked through the door into a world full of diamonds and gold. This almost reminded her of back home, the fashion and the shiny rings. She tried to repress the memory of home, but sometimes she was just around too many things that brought her back home without physically going there. Yet there was something about this place that made home feel good, that made home feel like an actual home.
Brynn walked up to the counter, and before she even opened her mouth they somehow knew who she was. They guessed her name within the first second, and just to make sure, they checked her ID. She watched a girl with beach blonde hair, with perfect waves that fell down to her waist approach and ask her for the word. Brynn spoke quietly, "Caramel." She waved her hand towards the back of the shop, where Brynn was supposed to follow her. She was watching as the jewels and gold changed to classy curtains, and she was pulled behind one of them. There lay a beautiful necklace in an opened felt box, that read "Jessie's girl", embedded in tiny diamonds all around the edges. The small girl couldn't believe how beautiful it was, and she allowed Ashley to wrap it around her neck. Brynn did the honors of pulling her hair out from under the cord of the necklace, and she constantly kept glancing at the mirror, where she witnessed herself blushing and couldn't help it. "Thats a great guy you got there," Ashley spoke. Brynn simply nodded, too speechless to say a word. "Now get on, he's waiting for you isn't he?" Ashley motioned her hands to push Brynn out of the shop and towards the limo, and as she made her way into the limo she spoke the word again, louder this time, "Caramel." And he began moving towards the next destination. Brynn watched the road zoom by below them, until the limo came to a screeching halt and she was dropped off in front of a beautiful-looking house, which was almost like her dream house. She looked up at Jesse, who stood at the top of the steps waiting for her. She looked down at her necklace, and back up at him, and then started walking up the steps, blushing.
