a not so sweet conversation.

[Jean Nathaniel Davreaux]

shot through the heart & you're to blame
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME
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The day was truly gorgeous. Foliage was always something that Jean secretly enjoyed. It was as if all the leaves decided that they all wanted to stand out and be different. His favourite of course just so happened to be the red ones. When a tree had completely crimson red leaves and the sun light hit it, it looked as though it were aglow or even on fire. Nothing had been able to bring Jean down from appreciating everything around him. Not even if his lovely bride to be was having all sorts of odd cravings that would keep him up at night just trying to find a store that would hold her goodies. So instead he thought it would be a nice surprise if he went and got what she usually craves for...along with a little bit of everything just in case her cravings go crazy. It was the least that he could do since she was having their child. He knew that it would take a lot out of her and that she is just becoming more frustrated as she finds out how limited she is...limited in the things that she wants that is. The doctor gave her specific instructions to Jean. He was to make sure that she was happy, healthy and not stressed out over things that could cause a rise in her blood pressure.

Jean was enjoying the whole experience of taking her to the doctors, reading the books about pregnancy and even the lamaze class...which he had to stop himself from laughing through half the time. He felt that it was just making their relationship stronger...even if he was exhausted half of the time. Just as he parked his car, he took out the quarters for the meter and the list of things he was to get for Rachel. As he was reading the things off the list and putting in the quarters at the same time..the last quarter fell and he had to turn around to pick it up. This is when things just got a whole lot more interesting. In the instant that he turned around and bent down, he saw a familiar strawberry blonde head of hair. Jean felt as though his heart had just stopped and his feet froze. He wanted to stand still so she wouldn't notice him or run back into the drivers seat and make a dash for it.

There stood his sister about to turn around as if they had some sibling alarm system in their heads that went off when they were in each others presence. Don't turn around.....don't turn around! He said as he quickly picked up the quarter, placed it into the meter and just as he turned his back...rushing towards the corner of the opposite side of the street where the candy store was...he heard his name being called out in a quizzical manner. He chose to ignore Wendy and just make a bee line for the store. As he walked in the little bells rang and he went straight to the back. His shoulders were tense and he hoped that Wendy would resist the urge to check if it was actually him. Then again...his car would most certainly confirm it since no one else in town has the same muscle car as Jean. Why you ask is he doing all of this avoiding? Maybe its because he hasn't seen his sister in what felt like an eternity to him...and because he is engaged...and because he has a baby on the way...and his wedding is coming up soon. To top this all off....he hasn't told his sister or father yet. Michael and his mother know of course...but that is only because he talks to them frequently....he also swore them into secrecy for he wanted to tell the two himself. Yet, he had been so busy that he forgot to announce his good news to both his father and sister. He wondered if Michael or his mother had spilled the beans. Just then the same bells at the door rang through the shop and Jean felt a chill up his spine. He had no idea how this was going to go and which direction would she pick first.

WORD COUNT 847
NOTES let it begin!
TAGGED Dear sister Wendy
STATUS Finished
CREDITS You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi
by Doe-Eyed Harlot of Caution.

[Wendy Eponine Moira Davreaux]

It had been a rough week or so. She had gotten a call from her publishing house, saying that she really needed to travel back to New York to do a book signing, but she just couldn't hang with it. Going back there would mean that she would have to talk to Richard, and that was something that she just couldn't handle. How as she supposed to confront her boyfriend or rather ex boyfriend who had proposed to her and that she had run from. She couldn't, that was the answer. On top of that, she had recently encountered her almost sister-in-law. She was dealing with a ton of things on her mind and she still had to finish unpacking and really get to work because she had deadlines, and the fact that she was working on a script that could really take her career to a whole different level. Sighing to herself as she sat on her porch in her back yard. She just tried to focus on things and get her mind back on track. It was no use and as she sipped her iced tea, she heard her stomach rumble. Getting up she pushed the sleeves of her worn and beat up new york sweatshirt to her sleeves and went, barefoot into the house. Her home in Walten was rather small, but it was cute and homey and she loved it a lot. She also had huge plans for it, just like her apartment in New York and her home in Ireland. All three pieces of realty were carefully selected and she loved each and every one of them. They gave her insirpation and a safe place to let her guard down just let her muse have control. It was odd, being a writer at times and people often that she was crazy because some of her characters were so real to her that they were life family or rather really close friends.

She headed into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She sighed and rolled her eyes. There was a quarter gallon of milk, a container of leftover chinese food, and a half loaf of bread. Not much to eat for dinner and she knew that she was out of coffee and needed another printer cartridge for her printer. That meant that she needed to take a trip into town. It wasn't that she really hated town or the people in it, but it was just a matter of time before she ran into her father or jean, her brother. Now that would be for sure an interesitng conversation. I mean, she had just been told, only yesterday that not only did he not tell her that he was getting married, but that he was going to be a father. Now, she had found out about the whole wedding thing because of her mother, whom she talked to regularly. All of the family drama was starting to really give her a headache. She knew the wedding was soon, but she hadn't gotten an offical invite and she really should talk to Jean before she even began to think about the wedding. Grabbing her purse and her sunglasses, she headed out her front door and to her Prius that was parked on the street. Getting in she drove to main street Walten and parked her car at the end of the street, put her money in the meter and made her way down the street.

It was mid afternoon when she started her little jaunt down the street, making her way into a few doors, doing some window shopping and after a few thrity minutes she had made her way half way down the street, when she saw something in a window that she thought would be an amazing gift, for a baby shower. Smiling at herself at the idea of children, she felt a presence behind her. Now she wasn't one to believe in knowing something before it happened but she believe in connections. She turned her head around and saw a familiar looking personwalking quickly down the street. "Jean?!" She hadn't really planned on saying her brother's name out loud, but she knew it was him and she wanted to run up to him and hug him, because as much as they have fought over the years, she loved him. He ignored her, but she was persistent, so she followed. Her bright converse hit the pavement as she shrugged her bag on her shoulder. Even though her eyes were covered by sunglasses she still followed his tall person into Jolly Roger's Candy Store. She smiled to herself. He was running from her into a candy store. She took a deep sigh, wondering if she really wanted to follow him and talk to him or if she just wanted to walk the other way.

She had been walking the other way for a long time and she was worried that she would eventually never make things better. This was a chance to make things right, or at least make a step in the right direction and wasn't that they whole point in choosing Walten to come to? So, she pushed through the doors, the familiar sound of bells ringing. She couldn't tell which isle he had gone into, so she headed down the main one. "Jean? I know your here, why don't you just come out and talk to me?" This was so silly. She headed around the corner and spotted him, in the back, trying to look like it was no big deal that he was there. "Hi." She raised her sunglasses and instantly looked to the ground, she was the one that followed him, but she didn't have a clue as to what to say to him.

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`notes;; notes
`words;; 1164
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`graphics by;; x_faline of caution
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[Jean Nathaniel Davreaux]

shot through the heart & you're to blame
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME
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Part of Jean wanted to call Rachel up and scold her for asking him to go out to get her some goodies. Now, if he knew how his sister was...she would come looking for him..find him and then want to talk to him. Not but a few seconds later he hear the door chimes jingle as he moved behind an isle shelf. Jean's eyes squinted shut as if that would help him become invisible. When he heard his sister call out to him and the shuffling of her feat around the linolium floor he cursed under his breath. "Ah, me bullocks." He felt pure frustration with the situation at hand. Yes, Jean had thought over and over about what he would say when he would see his sister and she would want to talk to him. At times the tone his mind created was an angry one and other times it was a calm emotional one. Shaking his head, he turned over so that she could see him standing in the short isle. "For the record..I'm coming out because I think I look like a fool trying to duck behind this abnormally small shelves...not because you demanded I come out and speak with you. So...Winnie...Hello." Jean said this all in an awkward tone. He had no clue as to what he should say to his older sister. What direction would he take first...should he hug her...or would that be fake of him since he was in fact angry with her..Rubbing the back of his neck he looked around..anything to avoid eye contact with his sister. "Go on then...What is it you wanted to chat about?" He needed this time to gather his thoughts about what and how would he explain everything that has happened in his life. How much of it she missed and how much he resented her for not wanting to be around him.

There they were brother and sister with all they wanted to say to each other just buzzing around above their heads. Jean was frustrated with the mere thought that he couldn't bring himself to become angry with Wendy when he knew that he very well was mad as all hell with her. There was no use ignoring her and just going about with his errands, because he knew how persistent she could be. Then she would look up with her big blue eyes and try to stare into his eyes, knowing that when she did that it made him uncomfortable. Jean tried to think about how they were both two adults and could talk about things without arguing. Then again, the kid in him thrashed about his soul telling him that being angry gave him the right to act however he wanted. It wasn't Jean that gave himself a hard time with being the last hope for their fathers influence to sink in. It was Wendy that was always trying to act like his mother or life coach. She was always trying to make him admit that he likes being close to there father. Jean hated pretending like he didn't want to hear about pirates instead of studying his school work over and over again. He thought that she would at least know him enough, to know that he was just trying to make their father happy. That he would much rather had been playing with her then studying. She was the one that decided that he was a hopeless fathers boy drone that had no creativity in him.

Jean could already remember the arguments they would have when they were younger. As his memories kept flooding into his mind...the times of the memories changed. In his mind he watched as each year they grew older the less time they bothered trying to reach out to one another. The more bitter and resentful he grew towards her...until he no longer associated with her anymore....only to wish her a happy Christmas, new year, and birthday. Then how she no longer bothered to even find out how he was...or what he was doing. Jean rolled his eyes at the thought and suddenly...he was very much up for an argument with his sister. He knew exactly what to say and how to say it. He knew that he was the middle child and he was getting married before Wendy. Jean also knew that he had already started building up his production company. He also knew that he would be having a child first and he also knew that Wendy had been wrong about him. "Have you come to tell me that you are glad that my best mate and future wife knew exactly how to inspire me to be my own person..when my own older sister couldn't? Or that you are relieved she was there for me to gain strength from and look up to when you weren't Winnie?! Tell me if I'm warm when it comes to which road of conversation you wanna take first..." Jean's voice rose slowly and he looked around to see if he was catching anyone's attention. His accent grew thicker when he was around family and he sounded much more cockney then he did proper English.

WORD COUNT 1034
NOTES let it begin!
TAGGED Dear sister Wendy
STATUS complete
CREDITS You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi
by Doe-Eyed Harlot of Caution.

[Wendy Eponine Moira Davreaux]

Awkwardness was bound to be there, but she hadn't thought that it would be this bad. She was prepared for the worst, but for the love of children's novels she had hoped it wouldn't be where they fought so bad that they never spoke again. She didn't want that, especially since he was getting married and starting a family. She wanted to be a part of that and knew that she had some major ass kissing to do. Not to be a suck up or anything, but because she knew that she was in the wrong, because she knew that one of them needed to give in or it would never stop, and because she was the oldest that fell on her shoulders. She loved her family, and deep down she knew that she even loved her father to some extent, there were just certain things about him though that made her sad that he had been her dad and not someone else. As a child, Wendy always would think about her family having another father, with their same mother and her same siblings, but she had always felt guilty about those feelings, because truthfully, she knew that he only wanted teh best for them or what he had thought would be the best for them. That was love, or a twisted form of it. Plus, to be truthful they could have had it worse, much worse. Looking at her brother as he was trying to duck behind some shelves, she sighed. Oh how she missed him. She had missed him terribly, but she realized that she missed telling stories to him, and how he would get all excited about the pirates. She missed the child version of Jean, the one she had played with. She didn't know this Jean. He was an adult, almost married, almost a father. He was changed, so she was right, but he was a man now, a good man, she had finally seen that face to face. Her mother was right, Rachel was right, Michael was right. They were all right, and Wendy had missed out on her brother.

She watched he come out of hiding. "Well, for the record, I didn't demand that you come out, I would have been perfectly find talking with you behind the midget shelves." She gave a slight smile, one that wasn't full of confidance or joy, it was awkward and uncertain and that fit perfectly with how she felt. She was uncertain. He spoke and she opened her mouth a couple of times. Of course she had practicied what she was going to say in the shower almost on a daily basis, hell she had even written out letters that she had thought about sending him, but nothing ever seemed to come out right, perhaps because there wasn't a right or wrong. They both had failed each other, or at least that's how Winnie felt. That had almost made her tear up. He had called her Winnie. It was a childhood name that not very many people called her anymore. "Well...I..." She was going to talk, her hand going to the heart necklace that she had on almost twenty four seven. She was stopped by Jean talking again, and she bit her lips so that she wouldn't interrupt and just listen, something that she had been working on for years.

When he had finished, her hand was now automatically moving the pendent on it's chain out of nervous habit. She looked to the ground ashamed. She couldn't defent herself, because he was right. She had stukck with him and helped him and she should have been the older sister that he needed not the second mother. "Jean....all I can say is that your right. I wasn't there and I should have been. I only followed you in here because I wanted to say that....well....oh, au diable avec cela,.....I'm sorry Jean." The french phrase slipped in there by accident and she didn't care. She was a bit upset, why was she the only one getting the blame, was he not adult enough to realize that he didn't reach out either. It's takes two to tango, buddy and she wasn't the only that didn't contact the other. That was the only reason that made her really upset. Why did everything think that Wendy was the sole one to beg for forgiveness or acceptance or plead to be a family again. Just like she had told Rachel, he knew where to find her and yet, he didn't so apparently she wasn't all that important to him either.

His voice was raised and she knew that she really didn't want to cause a scene, being blogged about on the gossip trash wasn't her ideal way of a welcome back to walten. She looked up at Jean, with her eyes a bit watery. She really didn't want to cry in front of him, but she was hurt as hell. After all these years, she could admit it. She was really upset. "Look, I understand I really fucked up, I mean, bad, but...you know what...I shouldn't have come in here. I'll go. Oh, and I'm really happy about your upcoming baby, Jean. Victor was really kind to accidentally slip up on the net." She knew it was a slight blow, but she was hurt and she could act chilidsh at times, especially when she was hurt. Turning on her heel, she looked at the shelf, grabbed a huge bag of peach rings and started to head down the isle, to pay for her purchase, go home, cry her eyes out, and call New York.

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`notes;; notes
`words;; 1163
`outfit;; smexy clothes
`lyrics used;; use somebody - kings of leon
`graphics by;; x_faline of caution
`credit to;; rora @ hos[/font][/size][/ul]

[Jean Nathaniel Davreaux]

shot through the heart & you're to blame
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME
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Jean always avoided any awkward moment. They drove him absolutely bonkers and he hated when things would get silent out of no where...or when he couldn't stop talking because he was so angry. He also hated that it really made him look like the bad guy. Standing in a candy store with his older sister looking as if she were about to break down crying and all he could do is yell at her. He would just have to calm himself down, even though he never really knew how to calm himself. Jean had always been a very down to earth laid back sort of guy and not the type to start arguments. Which was why he usually just tried to avoid any type of possible confrontation that he would have if he saw Wendy. He couldn't just run from her now, then that would be counter productive. Jean was already in front of Wendy and he had always said the next time he saw her...he would tell her all that he felt. He also knew that if he went home to Rachel and told her that he just stormed off after having an encounter with Wendy...that she would be sort of angry with him. She had only been around all the years that Jean went on about how he missed his sister, but he was so angry with her that he couldn't stand to see her. Then he would finish off by saying that when the time was right, he would know what to so and would tell Wendy all that was need to be said. Jean knew that he loved his sister and he would rather have her in his life being all annoyingly motherly towards him...even if she did ignore him...then not be in his life at all. He would not tell her this right away of course because at the moment they would have to get off the hostility they have been harboring towards each other for so many years. What bothered Jean the most was how close they all were, especially him and Wendy. They were only but few years away from each other and in the beginning she was the one that inspired his creativity...but she gave up on him. Soon enough Jean gave up on having the same relationship they had when they were kids.

A part of him wanted to laugh at her referring to the shelves as 'midget' shelves but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Wendy looked different to Jean now. It was as if she was finally a woman and he wondered if she hated the fact that they all had to grow up. At one point Jean never wanted to grow up..but he saw that if Wendy would and Michael would...then why should he be an exception. He would forever remain young at heart and that is what Rachel always reminded him...so life as a grown up would never really be as bleak as he thought it would. "You made it sound like a question, but it still sounded as if you were demanding." Jean begged to differ on that note, since he heard it in her voice that she was not going to give up unless he came out. As he began speaking, he noticed that he was determined to say what he had to say. It wouldn't be Wendy just going on about what she was dissatisfied with Jean about...this time she was going to hear what he had to say and would probably have to cork his mouth just to get him to stop. He wasn't the little boy that just let her ramble on and at times tried to prove her wrong about her accusations. Jean wasn't the young teenager that grew tired of her constant bickering judgment towards him...no...he was the young adult that would get to say what he needed to get out in the open. Their conversation would not be anything like any argument they ever had. It would be a back and fourth type of ping ponging motion, that was the way he wanted it. For him to say something and then to hear what she felt about it all. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath and marvel at the fact that Wendy hadn't interrupted a single word of it. "I'm....I'm right?...You're sorry?" Jean said in an unsure voice. He didn't know what Wendy was trying to pull over him...but he was very confused and at the moment...he started to pile the candy that he had come in for into a plastic bag he had pulled off from the distributor. He shook his head and couldn't understand why he was still angry when Wendy had just apologized. "Its not that simple Winnie. You can't just be sorry for something you only know the half of. You just won't admit that you distanced yourself when you thought I was going to turn out like our father. Could you not have any faith in me? I know that I pushed you away as well and here you are saying sorry when you haven't even told me that you were angry about me pushing you away as well. Its like it didn't even phase you at all. I didn't come looking for you because I felt you judge wrongly. Why would I want to come crawling back to a sister that didn't even care about me?" He said lower and there was a deeply sore tone to his voice as he thrusted the candy into the bags.

Jean looked back at Wendy and saw that her eyes were starting to become watery. If anyone looked into Wendy's eyes when she was about to cry, it would destroy them. He swore her tears could melt armor if it were present before her. Jean prayed silently that she wouldn't begin to weep. He had a very soft spot for women that cried and especially if he was the one to bring upon the tears. He turned away from her and sighed heavily. "Yeah you fucked up." He listened to the rest of what she had to say and when it came to her bringing up Victor outing his baby announcement first, he bit down on his bottom lip and closed his eyes. Jean rubbed his face in frustration and groaned. "So is that it. You're going to give up....again...like you always have then." He said aloud, walking towards the counter in long strides. Jean wanted them to actually work out what they were feeling...but all she wanted to do was sweep it under the rug like it never happened. He did after all at least want her to be at his wedding...but she couldn't care less and that was ripping the piss right out of him. "Even more so...I'm going to be a father and you are going to be a bloody aunt and you are telling me that you are just going to leave....so it could be another person that you also ignore in your life. Did you honestly think that talking to me was going to be easy Winnie? Don't tell me my sister has gone daft in thinking that it would be easy. Just to throw it in.....my wedding is in a week. I proposed to Rachel....now that you didn't hear on the net from Victor did you? I left your invitation with mum by the way. They said you weren't in New York" Jean took the candy he came for and left the money on the counter with the very stunned looking candy shop owner. Walking briskly towards the door, he fanned out his hand and pushed it open. Why should he try and reconcile with someone that obviously didn't want to be a part of his life for the long run.

WORD COUNT 2239
NOTES Oh! drama. After the angry should come the sweeter touchy feely things.
TAGGED Dear sister Wendy
STATUS complete
CREDITS You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi
by Doe-Eyed Harlot of Caution.

[Wendy Eponine Moira Davreaux]

This wasn't going how she wantd. She had apologized and that seemed to have angered him more. She didn't want to get into the details of how she had acted childishly and how she had been hurt and how she had cried every time she got a bit of news about him through their mother. God, she didn't want to admit those things. She wanted to pretend like saying sorry would make it all better and there would never be a single problem again. Why couldn't life work out the same way it did in her stories or hell anyone's stories. Why couldn't a 'i'm sorry' and an 'i love you' make the world better. Why did they always have to go through all their feelings and dredge up things that she had done a lot of work to keep hidden. God it was so frustrating. She seriously wanted to scream at him and even though she knew that it wasn't the adult thing to do and she was trying so hard to be a wonderful adult, she just couldn't help it any longer. She needed to let it go, her therapist had told her that would be the only way, but sadly she really didn't want to encounter that sort of emotion and she really didn't want to do it in public, but he just wasn't accepting what she was saying, he wanted her to explain, or at least make him understand. Well if that was Mr Jean wanted then he would certainly get it. Taking a deep breath, she remembered that she was a lady and they don't cuss.

Running a hand through her hair, she took another deep breath, and followed after him as he slapped his money on the counter. Stoping for a moment, she gave a quick apology, gave the cashier her money and followed Jean towards the door. "Now, wait just one minute, Jean Davreaux. I can fully admit that I distanced myself, because of you. You gave me very little choice and how the hell was I supposed to know that you were faking it the whole time. You wouldn't tell me. You barely even looked or talked to me. I swear to you, it was as if one day I'm making up pirate tales and the next your telling me that it's childish and silly. No wonder I thought you were turning into our father, because to my eyes that's exactly what you were doing." Keeping in mind that she had been holding all of this in for years upon years, she thought she wasn't doing too horrible. It could be worse, she could be throwing something at him, or she could be crying and she was very proud of herself for keeping those watery sorts of emotions to herself, at least for the time being. She wasn't in the mood to hear about her running off on some unborn neice or nephew. "For another matter, why didn't you try to find me, or call me or email me, something Jean. Mother knew where I was the whole time. I only have a few homes, it's not like I could have gone to the moon. So, tell me, why? Oh! And no I didn't hear about your marriage through Victor, but through mother, she contacted me when I got back to the states. She has always known where I was, always. I haven't been gone, you just haven't wanted to look." She was extremely hurt, and she could feel it boiling under her skin and for some reason she also felt sick. She just wanted to hit him, really hard on the arm and get it all out and once.

She paused for a moment, ripped open her bag of peach rings and bit into one. More calmly this time, she sighed. "Hon, I realize that I didn't make it any easier for you to come to me, but I was hurt, I was horribly hurt that wouldn't let me in and just tell me that you just doing what you could get dad off you back. Did you not think I wouldn't understand?" She was really starting to dig deep with all of this stuff that she had been thinking for years and as much as her therapist said it would feel liberating, it didn't. It felt like drinking sludge and she just had to keep gulping. She just wanted to be home, in her comfy bed eating ice cream or playing rock band. She ate another peach ring and looked to the ground again. "I don't want to leave, that is why I came here. I have some major writing I need to do and I missed you guys. I missed everything, and I want to make it better." She moved her sneaker clad foot against the cement, and her hand was fiddling with her necklace again.

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`notes;; sorry this took so long, I feel horrible about it.
`words;; 1043
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`graphics by;; x_faline of caution
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[Jean Nathaniel Davreaux]

shot through the heart & you're to blame
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME
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It had been a while since Jean felt such anger in his heart. He never liked to consider himself an angry person and he also didn't know himself as well as he thought. Jean never thought he was angry at Wendy, he tried not to think of Wendy at all really. He started to think that was his problem, ignoring his thoughts of Wendy. To think that she thought apologizing without even an inclination as to what she did wrong to him. She was selfish in only thinking about her comforts and not about what it was like for him not to be able to turn to an older wiser sibling. He could tell that his sister was still struggling with the idea of becoming a grown up. No matter how much she tried to project that mentality, he knew that she would never fully be an adult. Wendy would forever have a child like core and so would he, Jean just embraced it while Wendy ran away from it. She was a contradiction all on her own and it confused the hell out of Jean. All he knew was that he was angry and he wanted to get away from all of this. Jean wanted to go back into thinking that everything in his life was as fine as it could be. A voice in his head was telling him that there was no way he could push this out of his thoughts. It was a can of worms that had exploded all over his emotional spectrum and now it was feeling everything that had been pent up inside him.

Jean's grip on the candy bag became so tight it warmed the plastic, wrinkling its smooth outside. There was nothing that he could do, because after all Wendy was his sister. He wasn't the type to physically fight anyone that wasn't a man. It was harder for him because the only outlet he used to have was wrestling. Filming is more of a creative outlet and he couldn't very well take out his camera in hopes of making him feel any less angry. Taking long strides out of the candy store, all he could think about was getting as far away from her as possible. He turned on his heel when he heard his whole name being called out from behind him. Wendy had walked quickly behind him with her finger raised in the air, trying to defend herself against his words. Lowering his eyelids he stood quiet and let her speak. Jean wasn't thrilled that she was once again trying to play mommy as if they were children, saying his full name. It stung him that she admitted to distancing herself from him, he didn't allow it to show on his face...but it hurt to actually hear from her lips..what he had been thinking all along. "You should have known Wendy! All you thought about was yourself! Obsessed with trying to not make me conform to our fathers wishes. Is it so wrong to make our father pleased about something? Was that selfish of me to put his needs before mine? I wanted to make him proud, while being myself when given the chance. It was hard to ever do that because you were always there with your opinions on EVER-Y-THING! It wasn't your life to be butting in on all the time...it was my life...my choices." Jean shouted at the top of his lungs, which made his voice deepen. His hands were filled with emotion as he rose them up into the air and spread them out to his sides. It was the moment all younger siblings dreamed of, when you could stand up and finally be heard.

He knew that what he was going to say would hurt her feelings. Jean bit down on his lip and let out a sigh because he knew she needed to hear the truth. It didn't matter to him that she had hurt his feelings already by admitting to her isolation. He wasn't the vindictive type that sought out to hurt the person just as they had hurt him. It was extremely difficult for Jean to look into his sisters eyes as he said this, but he tried with all his might and despite the discomfort weighing down. Clearing his throat, he prepared himself for what he was about to say and how she would take it. "I...I didn't look for you. I had no interest in clearing this mess up between us. I had become so comfortable with not having you in my life that I thought it was better it stayed this way. After all, why should I have gone looking for someone who obviously did not want to be found. After all, it was you who stayed distant. I just gave you that space you so desperately wanted from me. I specifically told mother never to speak of you to me, I felt it was better...just to keep things from getting unpleasant." His words dripped with bitter held back feelings that were all being let out in one conversation. It did pain him to say what he felt, but he knew if he hadn't said them then she would always wonder. Jean wanted no turmoil in his mind, he wanted to be certain about his life and the people in it. Whenever Wendy was upset or saddened by something, she always took upon a look that reminded Jean of their mother. It was one of the reasons their father could hardly ever stay mad at Wendy...Jean was sure of it.

Moving towards the closed store to his right, he leaned against the glass window as she spoke to him. Shaking his head at the thought of her wanting to hear that he wasn't being himself when he was younger, sounded ridiculous to him. "You really thought you would have taken it so lightly...to hear that I was acting like the perfect son...trying to please him. You hated the thought of anything pleasing him. The way he would take me to work and not you. At times I thought you were punishing me for being close to him. So no, I didn't think you would understand. It wasn't like I didn't try to tell you...but every time I knew I was about to say something...you would complain about something I did." It was equivalent to having a vast brick wall in front of you and trying with all your might to break it down with a sledge hammer. Jean was growing tired with every swing into it, but something in him didn't want to stop. He wanted to break down that wall, he felt it would make everything in his lift that much sweeter. Jean didn't want to bring his child into a dysfunctional family. He wanted to tell him that he or she had an aunt that was available at any time he or she needed her. Jean didn't want to be that closed off father that ignored questions about his sister. How long could their fight really last, since it had lasted so long already? [color=336699"You gave up on me and moved right along to Michael. I was torn between who to please. You, who had already moved on to Michael...or dad who boasted about me to all of his co-workers. I felt guilty in thinking I might just have to let him down."

[/color] Jean looked away from Wendy, directing his eyes down the street...but not really looking at anything specific. His mind was in a race to catch up to the way he was feeling. "And how do you suppose we do that? From what I hear...you and my fiance are no where near asking each other for make overs or something absurdly feminine.." Jean didn't know if it was his expression of all those feelings, but he felt calm. All of his rage was beginning to disappear, maybe it was because he knew the conversation was finally getting somewhere. Wendy had opened up to him and so he did in return.
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WORD COUNT 1542
NOTES Oh! drama. After the angry should come the sweeter touchy feely things.
TAGGED Dear sister Wendy
STATUS complete
CREDITS You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi
by Doe-Eyed Harlot of Caution.

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[Wendy Eponine Moira Davreaux]

She had enough, and she really wanted to just turn on her heel and walk away. She wasn't one to just there and be yelled out and accused of things. She had admited what she had done wrong, but Jean was still trying to play the victim and that was just dumb. He had to know that he was hurting her as well and that was just as shelfish. If he pushed her away and played to their father's wishes he wouldn't have to be put throught any unpleasantness. Which was just stupid, life was filled with unpleasant things, things that made you want to run and hide, and you just had to stand up to them and just push through. Being a coward wasn't any way to live, even at ten. She shook her head, her red curls flying from side to side. She was still looking at the ground. Now, she wasn't the best one to give that advice, since she was constantly running, but she realized this. So she was full of contradictions and problems, but damn it, Jean was better then that. He always had been better at that. How could he not see it? She sighed again. She wanted to interrupt him, but she didn't she waited until he was done and she was stunned by the fact that he was yelling loudly and fully, even in public. He really had changed. She couldn't hold it back anymore, so her voice raised, but clearly not as loud as his, "Be yourself when you had the chance? Well isn't that a novel idea. I wish I could just prance around pleasing people and hiding who I really am. Damn, that would have been a lot more pleasant then following my dreams openly. God, imagine the shock to Father if I had done the same thing. You my friend, are amazingly deceptive." She stopped knowing sarcasm wasn't the way to go, but she just couldn't handle it. She had followed her dreams openly and to huge dissapointment to their Father. He never approved of her storytelling and she was sure that if he had his way, she would still be in England, married to some other rich man, popping out babies and cooking. She couldn't handle that, and she knew how hard it was to stand up to their father, she had done it afterall. She understood that he was the first male and all that jazz but still.

Wendy was really starting to think that this whole argument was going nowhere fast, when Jean pulled out something that struck her solid, and made her entire face drop. He was right of course. She had stayed distant and she supposed that she could admit that she had made the step that seperated them, but it was so unfair that it had to be completely on her. The second he was done talking, her tears that she had been holding back started to surface again, and she couldn't look at him. She just couldn't look at him. If she did the tears would start falling and she wouldn't be able to stop. She had always been told that she sometimes looked like a china doll, but she hadn't ever believed it until now, and she didn't feel as if she looked like she felt as if she could break like, and that in fact she was shattering. Rubbing her hands across her face, she felt the tears overflowing. She heard him move against the closed shop and she still stood where she was, rooted in place for what seemed like forever. "I know how hard it is to follow your dreams and stand up to Father, but jean, there was no way for me to know, i'm not a mind reader, although I do think it would be one hell of a superpower." She cracked a very weak smile, but still refused to look at him. Running a hand through her loose hair again to get it out of her face. "I was jealous, and I was upset, and I was young and immature. I was a child, we bother were. How do you think michael and I felt? You were always picked over us, and nothing that we did ever seemed to be as good as you. We weren't you, we never could be." The tears were running down her cheeks now, as parental issues and hurt childhood feelings overflowed and were unlocked. "I can't imagine what you went through or how you felt or what dad pressured you into. I really can't imagine Jean. I'm sorry you had to go through that, I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry that I let you down. God, I'm just so sorry." She wasn't sobbing yet, but that was next she could feel it coming and she wasn't about to stop it. Wipping her tears with the sleeve of her sweatshirt now. She felt broken and alone and scared. "I know Rachel hates me, and I understand now where that is from, but I have to admit that I love her for what she has done for you, Jeannie. I loved that she was there for you, and she has always had my respect in that. If she and you would prefer that I take a step back, then that is fine, I understand, but expect presents from Aunt Wennie any time there is a holiday." She finally looked to him. She looked straight at him and she didn't try to hide anymore. "Whatever I can do to make everything up to you, I'm willing to do. Anything Jean. I swear it." She blinked a couple of times, stuffed the last of her apple rings into her mouth and chewed. Her hand that was on her necklace was still winding away. She was completely open to him and if he really wanted to, he had the power to really destroy her, really shoot and arrow and make it directly into her heart. She doubted that she had ever truly opened up this much to anyone other then her mother.

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[Jean Nathaniel Davreaux]

shot through the heart & you're to blame
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME
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Jean felt a very odd sensation about his body, one that he hadn't felt in quite some time. It was the rush he got from yelling and it wasn't exactly a feeling he loved. Most of the time Jean was the type that only liked calmly speaking about things. The only violent action in Jean's body was from wrestling, after all it was a helpful sport and that's the way he looked at it. Yelling on the other hand was not a sport nor was it something he enjoyed. It didn't look right on his part in public to be yelling at his sister, especially since his voice always hits this booming note due to how low it is. So he was playing the victim card a little too strongly, so what?! Was it not Wendy that always reminded him that she was the older sister and so she had seniority over him. If so then it should have been her responsibility as a sister to try and figure what was happening in Jeans life. He was the middle child and to be quite honest...he was feeling more like the older sibling since he was a little tike. Was he in the wrong as well for shutting Wendy out of his life and never wanting to grow a pair to reconnect with her, well yes...but he was going to be the victim before her. Jean wondered if Michael really felt the ease of being the youngest son. He didn't have to go through this side of Wendy...he didn't have to really deal with their father, parents always grow soft with the younger sibling. "You my dear sister have to remember that others do not have the same outlook on life and such! You fail to see that I was given the chance to be myself every time father wasn't around...which was many times. Do I think it was pathetic of me? no....did I think it was a waste of my time? not at all. If all parents want is to give their child everything and more so they wouldn't have to feel such shit in their lives...then what in bloody hell is wrong with that? When you are a parent you will come to a realization that what I did wasn't so bad. To want to please my father in any way I could...after all...you did try to DISplease him anyway you could. Someone had to be there to clean up the mess Wennie." Jean stopped speaking for a moment knowing that his rantings were going no where. Clearly, he and his sister did not share the same out look on things. They both were two different people and just because they were connected through blood, didn't mean they needed to be identical in many ways. "And for the record..I wasn't hiding who I was. I was playing roles...tapping into different parts of me. After all it wasn't like I didn't want to be what father wanted...I just felt like I wanted to go into film more and because of dad I got excellent grades in school." It was true. Mr. Davreaux kept on top of Jean and his studies. If Jean was starting to slope downward in a subject, he would get him a tutor. Jean hated it at the time, but can appreciate it now. Jean didn't like the words dripping in sarcasm coming out of his sisters mouth. Sarcasm when spoken in a hostile conversation always rubbed Jean the wrong way. Glowering down at his sister, he shook his head to show his disapproval and even looked away from her complete.

For a moment he felt the cruel satisfaction that she was crying, but the pang of guilt socked him in his gut. He wasn't like this, he cared about what Wennie said and he was a huge sucker when it came to women crying. Fanning out his hand, he ran it through his matching chocolate brown hair and swooped it back into a temporarily slicked back fashion. He could hear the tone of her voice move up to about three to four octaves. It almost sounded like she was yawning but trying to hold it back. Jean knew this was the fight in her voice not to sob, the knot building up in her throat. His mother would be shaking his head at how stubborn Davreaux men could be. His eyes shifted slowly back towards where she was standing. If she wouldn't have resorted to sarcasm, he wouldn't have started giving her the cold shoulder or the 'i don't give a damn' stance. That was something he hadn't thought about though...how they felt about fathers favoritism. Wendy was actually confessing towards how she was feeling and taking in how Jean must have felt...as for Michael..Jean never knew his brother was ever envious of the relationship. Pushing himself off from the glass, he walked over slightly hesitantly and wrapped his arms around his sister. Rachel always told him that his hugs were so warm and inviting..they made her feel protected and even better in times of distress. He wondered if she was just saying that because it was him or was it really true. Wendy fit right into his arms like a fragile doll, her head only reaching up to the middle of his chest. "Shh...I didn't know and I'm sorry. I always felt you held something against me...but nothing was ever said to me. All I wanted was an honest apology from you with you knowing what I had gone through without you. That's all. I'm sorry you felt this way for so long. I guess I was selfish in only thinking about how I feel." He said rubbing her back gingerly.

Hearing her words about Rachel made him wince a little. Jean was trying to think of any time that Rachel truly displayed a true hatred towards his sister, but he couldn't think of one. To his knowledge...Rachel didn't hold any hatred for anyone. Usually she just left it at a strong dislike. He knew that she didn't approve of his sisters actions because she is a sister herself. Family is very important to Rachel and she just couldn't understand the dysfunctional relationships the Davreauxs carried on with. "She doesn't hate you Wennie..Raine just feels like you try to baby us. Mostly..its sort of like football..she roots for her favourite team...which would be me and is against the opposing team..which would be you. Doesn't mean she hates you...just not an entirely big fan tis all." Jean put his hands on his sisters shoulders and pulled her away from his body. He had an incredulous look on his face and he shook his head. "Why are you talking like that? ay. Did I just go through this whole sob session and tit for tat just to have you walk right out of my families life? Do you want to be at my wedding or not cause I'm sure I can find another spare sister around that has making up to do with me."

[/b] He said with a crooked smile that made his eye squint a bit. Jean wondered if they were both going to walk away from this and call their mother. He didn't know about Wendy, but this argument had really worn him out. His phone was buzzing in his pocket and he knew Rachel would want to know what took him so long....so when he came home...he would have a story to tell her.

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WORD COUNT 1473
NOTES aww. reunited <3
TAGGED Dear sister Wendy
STATUS complete
CREDITS You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi
by Doe-Eyed Harlot of Caution.

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[BETHANY !!]

Truthfully I think we are pretty done here, if you think otherwise, that's fine, i can make a reply, but i say they have bended their wounded stuff and for the future there is only going to be progress and sibling arguments that are easy to overcome.

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