It started with a fight. A simple argument, the re-occuring kind. Brief but damaging. Jesse and Jenna fought a lot these days, the stress of him being away while she was in her 2nd year of college was building up. Now whenever they had time alone together they would end up fucking or fighting. The old, 'perfect' couple they used to be wasn't around much anymore.
Jesse Lacey, the bittersweet lead singer of Brand New, known for his crazy antics. The two had been together for over a year now, and shared an apartment in the city. Jesse rarely gave up, especially when fighting with Jenna. He would yell until his voice had gone completely mute.
Jenna was dark haired with bright blue eyes that matched Jesse's. She was always the one to walk out after these fights, to cool off before she did something really stupid. She was never any good with emotions.
On this specific september day it was raining outside as Jenna dashed to her car, holding the hood of her jacket over her head. Her best friend Laura was out of town. Town not really being a town but actually Long Island, NY, and the only other person out of the 7, 559, 372 people that lived here that she could really depend on was Vinnie.
Vinnie, Vin, Vincent Accardi, Jesse's best friend and guitarist for Brand New. He had become a close friend of Jenna's and she knew he would understand what was going on in Jesse's head.
She arrived at his apartment building and buzzed his room numerous time before he yelled that it was open. He had assumed it was her.
As she entered his room, No. 23, he was just hanging up the phone and she could tell by the expression on his face that it was Jesse. She hated to drag Vinnie into the middle of this, but few people in this world understood Jesse Lacey and Vinnie was one of them.
"Hey you" Vin grinned, as she approached him.
She forced a smile back, "Hey"
He motioned towards the couch and they tiredly tumbled onto it, before she began spilling her guts.
"So, Lauren's gone?" he asked.
She nodded, "Yea, she's backin Canada"
Canada being where Jenna and laura had lived before coming to Long Island with the band a year ago.
Vinnie laughed, "well it's good to know I'm second best in someone's life"
That made her smile, something Vinnie was good at. He knew just what to say to make everything alright.
He stood up and turned towards the kitchen,"So, what can I get you to drink pretty lady?"
She laughed, a small blush creeping up her cheeks, "Something with Alcohol."
After a couple minutes, he exited the kitchen, two shot glasses in one hand and a bottle of jagermeister in the other.
He smirked at her, setting the items down on the coffee table infront of them. He poured the two shots and carefully handed one over to her and on the count of three, they both drank.
It was a game they all would play while bored on tour. To entertain themselves they would sit in a circle and each mix different shots, drinking them continuosly before someone puked or passed out. Last one standing didn't have to pay for booze the next night.
Vinnie turned on the t.v. infront of them, flicking through the channels and deciding on some old movie that was on. It seemed like only minutes that the once full bottle of jager contained but a drop of liquid. Jenna had now almost forgotten completely about Jesse, letting the alcohol push all her worries aside. She was no good with alcohol either.
She snuggled closer to Vinnie and he allowed his arm to fall around her shoulders.
"You're a good friend, Vin" She muttered drunkenly.
He laughed, "You are too, Jen"
She moved my head to stare up at his handsome face, examining every line.
He noticed her staring at him and their eyes met, gazing intently back at eachother.
Ever so slowly their faces inched closer together until his soft lips were pressed against hers.
The kiss sent shockwaves through her body. It felt so unusual and different from Jesse's.
Just as Vinnie's tongue pressed into her mouth, they abruptly pulled back, realizing what was happening.
He was not Jesse.
She couldn't do this to him.
They both stood up off the couch, putting as much space between them as possible. For minutes they stared at eachother from across the room, lacking the right words to make what had just happened disappear.
"That..." Vinnie ran his hand threw his dark hair nervously, "was a mistake."
"I know" She replied so lowly she didn't know whether or not he had heard.
"You're with Jesse." He continued, speaking softly but sternly.
You could cut the tension between them with a knife.
"I know" She repeated.
"I'm his best friend"
"I fucking know that, Vinnie!" She shouted.
He stopped talking after her sudden outburst and the brutally awkward silence carried on.
"I should go" She muttered finally, grabbing her purse from the couch and starting towards the door.
"Wait" Vinnie grasped her arm, stalling her. "We can't tell Jesse about this, Jen"
She nodded, averting his eyes.
"I meant it. He can never know. it wouldbe the end of our friendship. it would be the end of the band. I can't let that happen."
She pulled my arm back, "It was just a kiss Vinnie. He won't find out"
"Just a kiss would kill him. You know that."
"I know" She whispered. "This never happened."
When Jenna arrived back home Jesse was asleep on the couch with the t.v. still on and a few beer cans litered around the table infront of him. He awoke as she closed the door.
"Jenna?" he sat up, rubbing at his eyes. "Where have you been?"
"Nowhere I just got some coffee" she said, heading straight for their bedroom.
He stood up, following her. "For three hours?"
She sighed, not having a good excuse. He watched her stumble around the room.
"are you drunk?"
There wasn't much point in trying to hide it. She was an awful drunk.
"Maybe."
He sighed and walked up behind her as she flipped her shirt off.
It smelled like Vinnie.
Jesse wrapped his arms around her torso, pressing her back against his toned chest.
"Still mad?" He asked against her shoulder.
She shook my head, "No"
He squeezed her tightly, "I love you."
She turned in his arms, smiling up at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I love you too, Jess"
