Heart of Glass (A Pierce the Veil Fanfiction)

XX

Valerie's POV

By the time Jayne and I got home, I had a plan to talk to her about this sudden change. She walked up the stairs and I immediately followed, shutting the door to her room behind us. She jumped at the sound of the door closing.

"Oh, God, Valerie! You scared me!" She turned around and placed a hand over her heart and I took a seat, straddling the chair that was placed at her desk. She sat on the bed, legs crossed.

"So what's up?" She looked happy and really seemed to have no clue as to what I wanted to talk about so I had no time, or reason, to beat around the bush.

"Are you feeling okay? Why the sudden change in appearance?" She let out a giant gust of air and slumped a little like she was tired of this conversation, already.

"Yes, I'm feeling okay. I'm just not a little kid anymore, and I realize that now. I looked like I was stuck in middle school while all my friends are off doing something more... mature." My eyebrows raised at the word 'mature' and I gave her a skeptical look.

"And what exactly are those 'mature' things?" She looked out the window as if not wanting to open up. "Come on Jayne, I'm your sister. I tell you everything, you do the same for me. It's sister code. I'm only trying to help." I spoke in a softer voice and she responded better to that.

"They embrace being in high school! They're all freshmen and they go to parties, some of them smoke marijuana on the low, they just do more fun things and I'm just a boring freshman who seems to act like a middle schooler. Mike even took me skipping yesterday and I was so scared, but I had so much fun!" Ugh, this was her attempt at trying to become a high schooler and I hated it.

"Jayne, I'm not going to tell you this is isn't you. Only you can figure that out. It seems like a version of you wants to come out and take over but we've never seen this you before. It's shocking." She nodded.

"I feel completely comfortable this way, to be honest. My old clothes just made me feel frilly and proper and childish. I don't want that to be my image, but this is still myself. I just created a different looking me."

"And don't lose that. Don't lose that you that you will always have and need. Look at your jeans. Most people who wear leather jackets for fashion, don't match them with pink jeans. And most pink jeans aren't ripped. But you look fantastic because you still look like you and I see that now." It was true. I understood. A smile crept on her face but I was far from done with her.

"Oh and as for what you said about maturity, I'm watching you. I never want to find out that you're sloppy and intoxicated or something. I don't care what your fucking friends are doing. I don't want to catch you with a single drug, or a drop of alcohol. Jayne, I will kill you. But I'm your sister, so I understand what it's like to skip class and all that. But be safe, never lose focus. Promise me that." The conversation got serious and I think I might've scared her a little but it got the point across.

"I promise." She pulled me in for a hug and we stayed there for a moment. "Help me clean out my closet?" She asked for help and we made our way to her wardrobe. All the frills and girly stuff was to be gone soon.

We had planned to sell the clothes at a place that takes them for money, and would use that to buy her a new wardrobe. Most of her clothes were gone. But what she did have was all her jeans and shorts, most of her t-shirts, a blue skirt, a yellow skirt (yellow was her color), some jackets and hoodies, a few cardigans and that was it. The pile of stuff to give away on the floor was massive and I told her I would take her out the next day to go shopping. I left to go eat something.

It was about 5:30 p.m. and my mom came home looking beat. Without saying anything, she kicked off her heels and removed her glasses and placed them on the kitchen counter. I was eating a tub of rocky road calories and she brought the potato chips with artichoke dip. This was a fat session.