Jen and morton

 Hi, hey, hello!! I wanted to post more about my characters on here so this is a story about my two characters Jen and morton. There from Mt story iggy and elise and I'm erbessed with them. I'm gonna do a whole post about each character explaining them more in depth (I already have morton posted) but if you're willing to set some time aside I have two hour long videos going over all my characters (I will be posting a part three for the parents lol). 

Also it's important to mention this does usage adult language, talk about adult topics, and mentions drug usage. If you're below the ages of 17 maybe sit this one out. Also in this story Jen is supposed to be going through a bpd episode. Now this is pretty spefic to me and how I feel when I have these episodes. So this may look different to someone else with this disorder. 

With all that I hope you enjoy because I'm litterally erbessed with this piece and had so much fun writting it. 

17...17 is what I got on my science exam. If you're new to school that means I failed, badly. And I couldn't redo till Monday. And because there's something fucking wrong with me instead of calling my mom or my best friend or my god damn ex boyfriend I called the college drug dealer. I asked him to give me the strongest thing he had that wasn't actually hard drugs, it happed to a be a 100mg edible chocolate bar. I threw on my skimpiest bikini and my ex boyfriend t shirt. Then texted said ex boy friend to come find (and fuck) me. 

We got the hot tub when I was in the fourth grade. Before Elise and juilet but not before Morton. When I was little and got really stressed I would sometimes just float in it. I didn't care if it was rain or snow I'd just lay there and float. And play dead. Sometimes Morton would join me. As we got older it got more cramped but we didn't care. I guess that's why I was so easy to find. 

"Jen." "Jen!" The voice was muffled but I instantly knew it. I sat up letting the water on my hair bounce down my shoulder then to my arms. 

"Hello morton." He looked pissed which made sense because he was pissed. He stripped to his boxers and got in.

"What the hell are you doing?" I giggled wrapping my arms and legs around him. I kissed his shoulder down to his hand. He growled. 

"Don't you dare kiss me jenera." I stopped. He sucked in his breath. 

"What are you doing Jen?" I shrugged arms still wrapped right around his neck. 

"Swimming." He glared at me. 

"In 45 degrees, in my shirt." I shrugged again. 

"Didn't have anything else." 

"Jen, baby." He said lifting my chin making me look him in the eyes. 

"Why are you high in your parents hot tub asking me to fuck you?" I knew I couldn't shrug again so I just laughed. 

"Because I failed my exam." The laugh quickly turned into tears then sobs. He carried me to my bathroom dripping the water the whole way. 

"OK baby time to take off the shirt." 

"No!" I sobbed. This was my favorite shirt of his, a simple black T with a cowboy on it." I thrifted it for him back in the 9th grade and always made him wear it before me so when I had it smell like him. 

"Baby." He pleaded. 

"I'm not taking if off I'm gonna get buried in it, I'm gonna die in it!" I had my knees hugged closely to my chest as the sobs raked through me. 

"Babe it's socking wet ill give you my other shirt and we can go get in comfy clothes." 

 It took five more minutes of begging to strip it off me. He kept his underwear and my bikini on for coverage. We were both ignoring the fact the bikini was floss. 

He let me cry more as he shampooed my hair and washed my body. I had to brush my own teeth though. 

I got into my invader Zim pj pants and his Pittsburgh steelers 2009 superbowl shirt. He drove shirtless in cargo pants to his house and the local gas station. One to get a shirt and two to get me snacks. 

Which he totally didn't have to do and he insted on paying. I got a Pepsi (he wouldn't let me get a monster no matter how hard I begged) and sour skittles. He a slurpie and power punch. We shared a hot dog (I ate most). 

(seven by taylor swift strated playing while writting this and i cant over state how much that is there song) 

I convinced myself we were gonna die on the ride home. First it was aliens, the zombie apolcyse, then killer clown. Two things became clear. I had exterme parnio and watched two much horror movies. 

He dealt with it the whole time. He had that shit eating grin on his face but barley made fun of.

"I told you Jen if a killer clown comes for us ill Rip my shirt off and beat the shit out of him." I shook my head. 

"Morton no there like 8ft." He shrugged. 

"Don't care ill save you." 

"Aw you're like my own personal sherk." He raised an eyebrow.

"Thanks fiona." 

Juilet lectured me on the phone for an hour. 

"I know I know I'm sorry look look I know." Alec just told me to drink lots of water and cranberry juice. And Morton just stayed with me the whole time. 

Giving me that butterfly feeling I always get being around him. The thing that starts in the pit in my stomach and up to my throat getting ready for you to throw it up. 

In the morning he had left for work and I had a weed hangover and a long lecture from my mom. 

I retook the test and get an 84. And three more long lecturers. I didn't smoke again till my 21st. 

 Hope you enjoyed sending lots of love!