Crooked Neighbor, Crooked Heart

Nine

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<Ava>

A few days later Jenna and I sit in central park people watching.

It's fascinating to see the different kinds of people walking through.

Some are alone and look so ... lonely. Others are accompanied by a faithful Fido or, ya know, a human.

The ones that really piss me off are the girls that go jogging by in those stupid tight pants and sports bras with full faces of makeup.

Yeah I'm talking to you ya silicone stuffed Barbie.

Girls like you are the reason that women are objectified by men!

Love me love me! Barf.

Get some balls(ok not really) and assert yourself and get some self respect!

If I ever do something like that just shoot me and put me out of my misery.

"Hellooo, Ava."

I'm broken out of my feminist rant by Jenna waving her hand in front of my face.

"Can I help you?"

I try not to notice the sly grin that is shamelessly plastered across her face.

I fail. You should've gone on ignoring her, you know what that look means.

"I said: sooooo you and Zayn were looking pretty comfy when Harry and I got back."

"There is absolutely nothing happening between the two of us Jen," I roll my eyes and go back to my sketch book.

"Liar!" she jumps to her feet. "I saw the way he looked at you!" She points accusingly at me.

"Yes Jenna the way he looked at me not the way I looked or look at him!" I gesture to myself for emphasis.

"Ughhhh Ava I know what I saw!" she throws her arms in the air. "I am not crazy and I did not just imagine the look he gave you!"

"Not that crazy," I point out. "Look you know relationships are not my thing and you know I have very good reasons for this decision."

She looks sympathetic and sits back down next to me. "Look honey I know you had a rough exper-"

"No Jenna Shane is not the reason why I don't do relationships," well not the only reason. "I don't do relationships because they just get in way of everything. I have a career to work on and a family to avoid so a boyfriend is not at the top of my to-do list."

She gives me a smile and a laugh.

"Well I still think you need to try. The look he gives you is the one that my dad used to give my mom," she says this barely above a whisper.

My eyes soften and I give her a quick hug.

Jenna's parents both passed away in a car accident when she was nine.

She tells me stories about them all of the time and I can honestly say they are better than the animated Disney princess movies (not Snow White or sleeping beauty beauty though, those high maintenance divas just slept the entire time).

After they were gone she went into foster care and transferred from family to family. If you can even call those places families.

She was physically abused by one and emotionally by another.

We met when we were sixteen at this thing for teens with artistic abilities. Her social worker was a saint and because if her Jenna had that amazing opportunity.

We were room mates but the only things different from then and now is that she was nothing near the spunky sorta pink haired girl that she is now.

She was like a shriveled flower; completely closed up and shutting out the world.

We got really close over those two weeks, bonding over her amazing poems and songs and comparing our sucky lives.

We became each others lifelines and stayed close ever since.

I don't know what I would do without her.

<Zayn>

"So mate you and Ava."

"Is that a question or a statement?"

"It's just ... an observation," he shrugs his shoulders and goes back to his guitar.

"Well what about you and Jenna?" I retaliate.

He looks up and grins.

"She's really something mate but I don't know. There's too many fit girls out there with a thing for brooding musicians," he says waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

I laugh and shake my head, "I wouldn't really know what that's like."

"You may not be a musician but clearly Ava's got a thing for you."

Ava? Have a thing for me? No fuckin' way she's too ... her.

I wave him off and head for the door.

"Ay where are you going? We were having a fuckin' bonding moment!"

I take a deep breath before answering.

"Meeting Ava."

I watch as his smirk widens.

"You aren't telling me where?"

"No."

"Oh I see. Well by all means then," he gestures towards the door, "go."

"Shut up."

"But I didn't say anything!"

I flip him off and head out the door while he laughs and belts out some nameless tune.