A/N: Hi guys! I was writing this book fully for fun but decided it wouldn't hurt to share it! I obviously own nothing to do with GVF but am just using them as characters for this story! I hope you all like it, be kind to each other<3 -M
I stepped into the smoky nightclub with my best friend at my side, my feet already having a dull ache from the heels I had chosen for the night.
Wait, no, we haven't gotten to that part of the story yet, what am I thinking? Let's take it back a bit, shall we?
My name is Mary Jane, but everyone calls me MJ, I don't much associate with my full name. I was named after the Tom Petty song, of course, Mary Jane's Last Dance, my mom's favorite. Ironic that she named me after a song about drugs, but that's a different conversation. Anyways, back to the nitty gritty, my birthday was coming up and my best friend, Alex, simply wouldn't let that pass without celebration. I don't see the need, personally. I mean, who parties for 22 anyways? I can drink any night of the week and not have to have awkward waiters sing happy birthday to me as I avoid eye contact with an entire room. But that's not how Alex rolls.
Alexandra Hughs, 23 and essentially perfect. She has it all, the picture perfect blonde hair, rich green eyes, and the most gorgeous bone structure you'll ever see. She was the it girl and she always had been, on paper at very least. Of course her home life wasn't always ideal, but then again, who's was? MJ found herself wondering this often, if a normal home was something that only existed in the movies, or if people truly found themselves in an all loving home. Though, at age 15 that question was answered for her by none other than the Kiszka family.
Josh, Jake, Veronica, and Sam made up the Kiszka siblings, along with honorary brother Danny Wagner, who had been around far longer than MJ. They met during an assembly in MJ's sophomore year of high school, when Josh stood from his seat in the bleachers to yell about some cause that no one else in the room cared to hear about.
"Would you sit your ass down?" MJ muttered as she kicked the back of Josh's leg from her seat behind him. That was one of her favorite memories, since she had been new to the school that year and usually wasn't so bold. Her comment sparked a conversation between Josh and herself, Jake chiming in occasionally from where he sat beside his twin.
"Maybe if you cared more about the lives of your fellow student body, you'd like to hear my point." Josh said, rubbing the back of his leg and acting hurt as his body turned to face MJ behind him. She liked the way he spoke, different than anyone that she had met before.
"Maybe if you stopped screaming like a psycho, people would stop staring so much." She retorted, gesturing to the many glancing eyes burning into the group of 3 from around the room. Her comment earned a soft chuckle from the boy beside Josh, causing her to turn towards him.
"They're used to him, probably shocked the new girl has a voice." the boy said in a more quiet and shy tone than his much louder brother.
MJ hung onto that memory when she had to move away from Frankenmuth so that her and her mother could live with her grandma in Nashville. That was soon after her 17th birthday, and 2 years of being inseparable from the Kiszka's. But if she hadn't moved to Nashville, she would have never met Alex, and she wouldn't know what to do without her at this point.
When Alex insisted on spending MJ's birthday out on the town, she couldn't say no. Her best friend has spent every single birthday with her since they first met, since her mother couldn't care much less if she tried. At 18, Alex took MJ to purchase fireworks and scratch-offs for the first time in her life, and they spent the entire night drinking shitty vodka and juice on the top of a hill while they shot off the fireworks and watched them glow in the sky.
Now, that was all in the past, we should probably bring it back to the present at some point, right?
After taking a shower, I knew I was left with an hour to get myself fully ready and out the door. Starting with my hair, I dried it so my brown waves fell nicely surrounding my face, some curling slightly more than others. Makeup was quick and painless, as I like to go with a fresher and more natural look most of the time. I put on a light brown shadow and filled my brows in before adding bronzer, blush, light highlight, some mascara, and my favorite cherry lip gloss, my signature. After getting fully dolled up and examining the look for a good amount of time in the mirror, I slipped into the black, figure-hugging dress that I had sat out on my bed. I'm 23 now, I can look sexy if I feel like it! I paired that dress with some sleek black heels (bringing my stance to a nice 5'7, thank you very much), and some gold jewelry to add a bit of color. Gold was my favorite color to wear, only proven by the gold locket that never left my neck, a gift from my dad for my 6th birthday. I shook the thought from going any further and checked my phone, shit, it was 9:05, meaning I was already running late. I quickly scoop up my bag and put all of my essentials in before rushing out the door of my apartment to meet my best friend at the bar.
When I arrived and made my way through the speech from Alex about how I'd be late for my own funeral, we headed into the smoky bar and found ourselves a couple of seats next to each other. I quickly ordered my favorite, a vodka soda with lime, and waiting for the drink as I looked around. I noticed the man closest to me, an empty seat between us. His hair was long and sleek, I could tell there was a little texture but it looked as though he had run his fingers through it too many times, causing it to slightly flatten. The bartender sliding my drink to me is what snapped me out of my thoughts, well, aside from Alex bumping my arm with hers and trying to yell to me over the music.
"We should go dance!" she yelled, but not loud enough
"You already peed your pants?!" I shouted back with a shocked look, earning myself a famous eyeroll
"Dance, now, with me!" she yelled louder, allowing me a moment to down my drink before pulling me onto the floor and dancing to whatever shitty club music was blaring.
After about an hour of drinking and dancing, I felt like the room was only getting more full and overwhelming, so I excused myself to the bathroom. As I stepped into the ladies room I could already hear drunk girls crying and others trying to cheer them up, accompanied by the sound of vomit hitting a toilet bowl. No thank you!
I took myself over to the men's bathroom, which was shockingly empty. I stepped into a stall and locked the door, putting my back to the door and closing my eyes, taking a deep breath that I would regret as soon as the scent of piss and beer mixed in my nose. I heard the door to the bathroom open and close, but paid it no mind as I kept my eyes shut.
"I don't know who's fucking in there, but some of us have to piss." an impatient voice spoke from the opposite side of the door, causing me to freeze in my spot.
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Rekindled- Jake Kiszka
FanfictionMJ was best friends with the Kiszka's through high school, up until she had to move away. What happens when she runs into one of the three brothers 6 years later?
