What About Now

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Donna, sipping her coffee, watches her sister-in-law quickly put Ellie's hair in a last-minute braid. Since they went to Fun Town two weeks ago, something has been off. Donna has noticed that someone has become an absent figure in the house. She knows a busy garage isn't the reason behind it.

Donna knows she doesn't need to think very hard about what happened. Donna is more concerned about the consequences of whatever happened, as Kennedy has been acting as if she lost her puppy. In all the years that Donna has known Kennedy, she can't ever recall Kennedy getting into a funk over a guy. It was the guys who made calls to the house with Kennedy taking cover at Teller-Morrow to avoid them.

Whenever Kennedy ended things with a guy, she never acted weird. It would bum her for a minute and then move on. But the other guys weren't Jax. This wasn't usual for Kennedy.

Kennedy finishes Ellie's braid and presses a kiss to her niece's head, who thanks her before she runs off to go over to their neighbor's house. With summer in full effect, Donna knows that she is going to have to find something for the kids to do.

"So either there is something on my face, or I'm just that good-looking," Kennedy says to Donna breaking her thoughts as she washes her hands.

Donna huffs as she sets her coffee down on the counter and studies her. Since it was summer, Kennedy has whipped out her customary jean shorts that were an array of patterns and colors, and now she was wearing high-waisted shorts with a cropped top. Unlike Opie and Piney, Kennedy had skin that easily tanned, which she seemed to inherit from her mother. All in all, the outfit was a sure way to gather the attention of the opposite sex. However, she was sure Kennedy could pull off a garbage bag.

"Something happened between you and Jax at Fun Town." Donna states. She doesn't miss how Kennedy freezes for a second.

"Don't go there, Donna."

Well at least she isn't denying it, Donna thinks as she watches Kennedy leave for work.

. . .

Despite all the bullshit that was happening in her life, and as much as she loves her family, Kennedy looks forward to going to work and cutting some hair. Kennedy loves being a beautician.

She knew it was a common everyday job and despite what Opie wanted for her, Kennedy knew she wasn't cut out for college, or rather not everyone needed to go to college. Kennedy was happy with her tech degree. She was able to provide for herself with what she made by cutting her hair.

Besides, living in a small town like Charming people only had the choice of coming to On the Avenue Salon and Boutique. There was no point in wasting the gas in traveling to Lodi or even Stockton. Kennedy already had loyal regulars despite being a relative newbie to the salon world. However, even though she preferred being the one cutting hair and interacting with customers and her coworkers, lately she found herself overseeing the management side of the salon.

The owner and her boss, Gina Rollins, health was in a decline from a stroke she suffered almost two years ago. At first, the whole salon had no problem picking up the slack and making sure everything ran smoothly while Gina recuperated. However, soon Gina's asswipes of children came rolling in. Despite Charming being small, Gina had accumulated a lot of wealth. Jacob Hale Jr. wanted to buy any type of lot on Main Street, including the building which Gina owned. That was worth a lot of money in Hale's and her children's eyes.

Her coworkers soon found they couldn't deal with Gina's children and it simply wasn't their job. Kennedy had experience in management from working at Teller-Morrow with Gemma when she was in high school; it wasn't hard taking the books over at the salon. It was easy at first when Gina was still mobile and very independent after her first stroke. She was able to tell Kennedy in depth how she operated the salon and never wanted her children to sell it. Sadly, Gina had another stroke six months after her first one, which left her paralyzed on one side of her body and her speech slurred.

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