#rickyjacobs

Ricky: He’s actually one of the smartest people I know, he’s always lookin’ out for people and protecting ‘em - especially his sister -, he can make anyone laugh, he’s really loyal an’ really thoughtful, and he’s strong. Like, not just muscle strong, but he’s been through a lotta shit and he always gets back on his feet. Oh, and he can make real yummy peas. {Dot grinned}

Madelyn: She works really hard for what she wants and she deserves to get it so much. And she’s successful because of her own work and her own intelligence, y’know, like she did it all herself, and I really admire her for that. She’s honest - if you go to her for advice she won’t bullshit you, and she doesn’t pretend to like people that she doesn’t. I guess she just knows who she is. She’s nice, though, she gave me a chance when she didn’t have to and she’s someone that I trust. She’s… I dunno, she’s brave and strong and smart and kind, she’s just a really good person once you get to know her.

Brynn: She’s brave, too, especially when it comes to love. She’s been willing to sacrifice a lot for it. She’s beautiful, one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. She makes the people around her light up with happiness. She’s strong in a dignified kinda way - even when she was bein’ beat up at Griffin’s party she took it with grace, y’know? She’s kind and thoughtful and even though she’s really smart, she doesn’t use that to hurt people.

Tyler: Probably the kindest person I’ve ever met. He always cleans up without being asked or anything, he’s just real considerate. He has this amazing knack for always knowing when someone is sad or unhappy and being there to cheer them up. He’s amazing at monopoly - to this day I’ve never beat him. He loves freely and he deserves to be loved back tenfold.

Seth: He’s an amazing father, he’s so loyal, and he’s really smart - like, he remembers everything about every single comic book and you can just kinda tell how smart he is. He’s enthusiastic all the time and it’s infectious - he’s not afraid to have fun or to enjoy himself even when other people might think it’s stupid. He’s forgiving and he does a lot for the people he cares about.

Hey! I um, I made you an apple pie. I'm not really sure why, but...

I bring sad news...or news of celebration. Depending on your side, I suppose. The Socs are down another big player. The odds aren't looking good, Jasmine (or is it Hunter)? Yeah, that's right, Brynn Turner is MIA. After falling ill over the weekend and spending those days in the hospital, mum really was the word with her doctors. No amount of prying got anything out of them, must be nice to be a Turner. Some hefty payola going around there. Rumor is that it was stress-related, but I'm wondering if that beating she took a few weeks ago had after-effects. You decide. Miss Turner won't be answering any questions for an undetermined amount of time as she's been sent to the safety of grandparents. Hmm...

In romance news, Ricky and Odette are dead in the water. No amount of CPR is reviving that relationship according to my body language experts (that is me, myself, and I). You can't have everything, Dot. Being a Greaser, you really should know that. If you need a shoulder to cry on, Ricky baby, I've got two.

Bria Martins is a year older, according to my calendar. Last I checked, those don't change from year to year. I expect the Greasers to celebrate in a fashion worthy of this vixen. Make sure you spread the juice this way, and party on. It's your birthday, Bria, and you can punch someone if you want to.

Stay Fab!

The smell of something cooking wafted through from the kitchen, but Odette barely registered it. She was sitting at the table, not moving a muscle, just watching the clock and waiting until she would have to make her way to Madelyn's. Since Penny Lane had published those flyers, everything had gone by in something of a daze for her. Thoughts plaguing her no matter how much she tried to avoid them.

Part of her wanted so badly just to tell everyone. Maybe she would lose everything, but the weight that she had carried since she was twelve would be finally lifted from her shoulders, and the choice thrust into everyone else's arms. Only she couldn't fuck Fletcher over like that. Couldn't give him up, either. But there was Ricky, too, and lying to him was a hard thing to rationalise. Rodney's voice sounded in her head.

Decide your loyalties.

He was right. She had to decide - except that she didn't. For now, at least, it was entirely possible to continue exactly as she had been: seeing Ricky while sneaking around with Fletcher without him knowing; telling herself she wasn't still in love with him; remaining with the greasers while chatting up socs and chasing her dream; the constant compartmentalisation, constant lies to herself and the people she loved.

It was this non-choice that made things so hard. To just remain still would be simultaneous loyalty to and betrayal of everyone - it was morally repugnant. And yet it was so, so, tempting. The more she thought about it the more she didn't know what else to do. Wasn't a heavy heart better than a broken one?

Loyal to everyone and you're loyal to no-one, she reminded herself, and maybe she wasn't, but that didn't mean she cared about them any less, didn't mean that she --

"Eat up, kiddo." A plate slid towards her, and Dot glanced up at her father's concerned face. Thinking about it, she couldn't remember eating anything for the past few days, although she still was not hungry. She glanced back down to see pancakes, with her name scrawled messily across like he'd done when she was a kid and, along with pasta and toast, pancakes were one of the only things he could make successfully. Her eyes pricked with tears and her mouth lifted into a smile; the clash of emotions standard to her by this point. "Go on," he urged her.

Breaking her statuesque posture, she leant forward and lifted a piece to her mouth. The first morsel of food hit her stomach, and she suddenly felt ravenous. Her father sat next to her and watched, and once she finished she set her fork down and leaned into him.

"I don't know what to do." she admitted softly, and his arm wrapped around her. He murmured something that was reassuring more in the way he said it than the what he said, and they stayed that way for a while longer, watching the seconds pass by together.

No matter how hard she tried, this much conflict just couldn't remain stable for long. She knew then,with all the certainty of a prophet, that something was going to give, and it was not going to be pretty. But no matter what, her loyalty lay here. With her father.

Love is in the air, must be that Valentine's mojo. So as the leader's bloods are bubbling with the anticipation of a coming war, their teams are falling victim to teenage hormones. 

A source close to the vine reported that Gwen Tanner's car was parked outside, of all places, the Jacobsen home. Before you try to make excuses for innocent reasons for the visit, let me tell you that the clock was striking 2 a.m. and she didn't leave until the following morning. Purity becomes quite underrated when ladies find themselves under the Castello Jacobsen spell. Suppose Sherri Voxing suspicions were dead on? A woman's intuition should never be underestimated, dudes.

Apparently, Ricky Jacobs is not one to heed advice because he and Odette Wilson were caught sucking face (yes, for those keeping score, this is the second time.) I hear she's his girl now. Match made in cooking heaven or secret hell? I have my bets, go make yours.

Keep your calendars marked, clocks are ticking away for Dodger Bear's birth. A little digging got me a date, are you free on February 27th? 

Don't forget those Valentine's confessions. Want to tell a long lost crush how you feel? Want to humiliate an ex? I'm taking it all from the romantic to the bitter. Let's make for a wicked Valentine's Day, shall we?

Stay Fab!

Dear Anonymous Reader,

Any words? Murder and mayhem come to mind. A Griffin Walters’ party is never outdone, it just doesn’t happen. This weekend was no different. Ricky Jacobs gave a little smooch to our little chef, Odette Wilson, which was met with wild hollering and lead to a, shall I say, reluctant returning of said physical affection. Can I say affection? Sorry, Ricky, can’t really. If only that was all I had to report besides cute couples and flowing alcohol/drug combinations, this answer would be rather dullsville, ya dig?

That’s why I knew, in my heart of hearts, that the Socs would show. It was the ultimate showdown as the door flew open for their march inside. Stay loose, readers, because it’s about to really heat up. Brynn Turner isn’t exactly tight with the Greasers, but her scuffle with Sherri Voxing at Brett Kelly’s party a few weeks ago didn’t help her. Then, she’s always got to one up the competition by decking none other than Carmen Welch. If you’ve been around Tulsa say….five minutes, you know that’s never a wise choice. Because if she doesn’t get you, Rodney will. Your imaginations can fill in what happened next.

Just in case your imaginations lack luster, here’s what went down: the Socs thought they were going to have a good time at Greaser expense, but Rodney had other ideas. Sending his best hound in for her infamous beatings, Bria Martins was chosen to accompany Carmen and Sherri for what must have been Miss Turner’s worst nightmare. With the only hope she had in that unfair fight, Brynn struck first. (I’m being generous with my wording here, Miss Turner, you’re welcome.) The rest was a blurred chaos of the Wolf Pack girls most vicious natures. Her screaming and pleading for her life wasn’t something ears were meant to hear and could churn the stomach of anyone with an active conscience. Apparently, few were to be found. Hailey Adams, of course, raised quite a commotion with her husband but was forced to endure the torture of a former friend’s terror. Gwen Tanner was the only one to stand up and attack when it was Sherri’s turn on the girl. After Voxing turned on that sweet blonde, Castello stepped in. Are we seeing a pattern of Penny Lane’s beautiful accuracy of reports? Pause for a moment of silence for all your nay-saying…appreciate me…have you done it yet? Okay, continue.

Castello and Sherri argued about whether or not he wanted the Soc pleasures Miss Tanner offered, reaching no real conclusion but denials and frustration from all involved. Then things heated up one last time. Rodney wasn’t satisfied with the torment, wanted to get action himself, or just couldn’t resist watching Hunter Finn flinch? The only one who can get in that head, if anyone even can, won’t ever tell the real reason behind his actions that night. Ripping Brynn from her safety, he held a blade to her throat with threat to kill her as a grand finale. After much sweating, and unfortunately not the good kind, he released her after she appealed to Carmen for her life and gave a rousing speech about torments and mercy. Whether it be Carmen’s whispered words or Brynn’s plea, he dropped the helpless mess of a girl to the floor. Bria ushered the unwanted party out of the house, while Brett picked his best friend (finally) from the floor and lead them out at her request.

Why would you even bother to miss a party around here? You never know who will show up, who will kiss, and who will, well, nearly die.

Sincerely,