Victoria's Secret Angel

Twentytwo

For those of you who are Jasmine fans: it's finally time!

I've decided to leave Kendal and Tony on a little cliff hanger and instead take a detour to jasmines little story! Don't worry though. the next chapter is in progress so hopefully you won't have to wait long!

Also, there's a pic on who I picture as Jasmine, Sam, and Mia on the side.

Enjoy:)

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Jasmine set down the tea on Kendal's nightstand and pet the mass of hair poking out of the comforter. Kendal has spend most of her time hiding in her bed, a complete wreck.

Jasmine had tried multiple times to lure her out of her cave, but Kendal has run out of energy. If she keeps this up, Jasmine might just have to bring a specialist in.

But Jasmine knows what's on Kendal's mind. It's Tony. Poor thing's been worried sick about him ever since he left. Nobody's exactly sure where he's gone, but it must of been really important because he wouldn't just leave Kendal here in the dust.

Jasmine tip-toes out of Kendal's room and gently closes the door. Suddenly she hears yelling in the next room. She sighs. Kendal doesn't seem like a big problem compared to Mia and Sam these last few weeks. They have been fighting constantly, and God knows what for.

"You know what Sam? I don't need you telling me what to do!" Mia yells as she pushes Sam out of her room and slams her door shut.

"Mia! Mia!" Sam bangs angrily on the door. Jasmine watches the scene, unfazed. Finally realizing that Mia will not open it back up for her, Sam places her hands on her hips with a big huff. "Fine, Mia, keep hiding in there. Hide in there forever for all I care!" Sam stomps off into her own room and then proceeds slamming her door.

Jasmine slumps her shoulders, growing weary of the unhappy environment around her. Her whole life she has been a mediator for other people, and, honestly, she's growing sick of it. She doesn't want to be the "mom" anymore.

So, without even checking in on the girls, Jasmine grabs her purse, slips on her shoes, and hurries out the door. It was time to finally take a break.

The sun glistened off of her shiny, smooth skin, and the breeze calmed her frustration. It is a beautiful December day, and she wanted to at least try to be happy.

Deciding against the car, Jasmine settled with walking into town herself. During this time of year, there is usually shops lining the sidewalks with holiday novelties and sale specials.

The crowds of people and rows of tables came into view as she rounded a block corner. Holiday decorations flooded the area and people were lugging shopping bags, full of gifts, no doubt.

Jasmine's family didn't really celebrate Christmas, but they did have gift exchanges. Although her family doesn't live too far from here, she can't bare the thought of returning home this holiday. She was still shaken up by the whole Damon (Dominic's brother) thing from Halloween, all the hard feelings for her parents returning.

Trying to suppress the bad thoughts from her mind, Jasmine focuses her attention on all the cute little trinkets she could buy the girls. She wasn't sure what they were doing for the holidays, but maybe they could have their own little Christmas party before anyone left to go home.

Jasmine spent the next hour rummaging through the tables sprawled out in front of the shops. Most of the business around here were small, vintage shops that sold one-of-a-kind items. It reminded her of all the garage sales her neighborhood had when she was growing up. Even though her family was more than well off, she could never resist a garage sale. She didn't just love a good bargain, but the story behind whatever thing she was buying.