Disclaimer: Ha! Obviously I don't own any of these characters except the original one's...
A/N: Not betaed, so all mistakes are mine.
Still without internet (at home anyway...). As promised, Mrs. Jenkins interfering with the budding relationship...
I actually like how this turned out...
Enjoy and comment, because it let's me know I should continue!!!!
PS: I'm giving a heads up to my readers... I may not post over the weekend, unless we get internet at home. Otherwise, and because the library will be closed, I'll come back Monday to hopefully post another fic. (Ahhh, the wonders of moving to a house with no connection to the outside world...)
Mrs. Jenkins was talking to her dozens of cats again.
Tommy watched from his bedroom window as she fed them and chattered non-stop about her neighbours – “Those two women… and those devils… How can God allow this? I’ve been nothing but a good catholic all my life and He punishes me like this…?”.
The boy shook his head; he really didn’t understand what the big deal was about having two moms. Some of his friends had two dads, or two dads AND two moms… He loved his mothers. And he liked messing around with Jill (even though he lost most of the time), and watching Alex play basketball, and running around with JJ in the park… Maybe Jilly-bean was right; their neighbour had too many cats and therefore didn’t like anyone else.
Leaving his room, he found Sara and Sofia in the kitchen.
“Mom, Mrs. Jenkins is being creepy again.”
Sofia looked up from the newspaper she was reading. “What is she spouting about this time? Little devils? Sins? God punishing her?”
“All of those.” Tommy grinned and peered into one of the pots his brunette mother was fussing over.
“That woman needs a husband. She can pester him instead of us…” the detective said, shaking her head.
Overhearing the conversation as he played a card game with Jill and James Junior, Jack offered his opinion “We should get her together with mine and Alex’s history teacher. The man is so dull and can talk for hours without interruption. That ought to keep Mrs. Jenkins occupied…”
Completely unaware of Mrs. Jenkins or the laughter she was causing inside the house, Alex and Jen stood outside shooting hoops. Or Alex was; Jen either watched, silly grin on her face, or missed the target completely when the brunette insisted she try.
After her fifth miss in a row, Jennifer huffed and crossed her arms. “This is ridiculous. A person can only miss so many times in a row…”
Alex went to retrieve the ball and threw it back at the girl. “You need to work on your pose…”
Her friend grinned at that “You mean something like this?” She struck a pose, left hand on her hip and right arm stretched out in front of her, her fingers forming a victory sign.
The tomboy chuckled at the girl’s antics and Jen soon dissolved into giggles.
This alerted the lovely Mrs. Jenkins. She peered over the wooden fence that separated the two gardens and saw the oldest devil with one of her friends. She scowled and moved closer to hear what they were saying.
“Okay, hold the ball and move into position.” Jennifer did as she was told and stood before the net, eyeing it warily.
Without warning, Alex walked up behind her and rested her hands on Jen’s waist. The girl went beet red at the contact and nearly dropped the ball. Then the tomboy stepped even closer while explaining that she should widen her stance and relax. ‘Relax?? How am I supposed to relax?’ the girl thought to herself.
“Now, your arms and hands. Scoring points in basketball is all about the wrist. You can throw the ball as hard as you want, but you’ll miss if you don’t use the wrist properly.” Still pressed up against Jen, Alex got a hold of the girl’s arms and positioned her hands. When she was satisfied, the brunette took a step back and told her friend to give it a try.
Jennifer never knew how she managed to hit the target, considering she was as red as a tomato and thinking about everything and anything completely unrelated to basketball. And Alex was standing too close still.
Mrs. Jenkins would have agreed with her. The devil was trying to corrupt the girl – the looks, the hands in places where they shouldn’t be… God may be punishing her with these neighbours but she wasn’t gonna allow an innocent girl to fall into their midst.
What happened next was up for debate for a long time and proved to Mrs. Jenkins that she was right in her assumptions of corruption of innocent girls.
After successfully scoring, Jen threw her fist in the air and jumped a few times. Alex found this incredibly funny, but her friend had forgotten they were standing close to each other. So when the girl turned around she found herself nose to nose with the tomboy. Time seemed to stop then for the two girls.
Jen thought she should be feeling more embarrassed than she actually was, but for some reason she felt better than she had felt ever since she’d found out she had a crush on her best friend. Alex found the pink tinge on her friend’s cheeks rather cute and she suddenly had this incredible desire to lean forward and kiss her. Before she could think of what she was about to do, the brunette leaned in. When Jennifer realized what was about to happen she swallowed. Hard.
Inside the house, Jack stood by the open garden doors, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Tommy was passing by and stopped abruptly. “They’re going to kiss.” That simple statement had Sara and Sofia jumping off the couch and heading towards the boys. Jill and little JJ peered from between their mothers’ legs.
Holding their collective breath, they all leaned forward when Alex did the same outside.
Of course, having a nosey neighbour like Mrs. Jenkins was never a good thing. Just as their lips were about to touch, the lady yelled “Holy Mary, Mother of God!!! What do you think you’re doing??”
Alex and Jennifer jumped apart so quickly, that the shorthaired brunette tripped and fell flat on her ass. Inside the house, Sofia let out a menacing growl and Jack was about to rip his hair out. Normally the blonde would have been the one to antagonize their neighbour, but this one time Sara beat her to it. The detective could only watch as her wife lost her cool and stormed to the fence, raging with the still yelling Mrs. Jenkins.
Things like “God is going to punish you all!”, “You should mind your own damn business!”, “Crazy old lady!” and “Sinners!” could be heard around the neighbourhood for the following half hour.