Tainted Honor

"Want me to help you pack?" He offered, though there wouldn't be much to pack up.

"Perhaps I do." He laughed. "So whatcha wanta do first? I feel bad I'm a bad host."

"All two bags? Sure." She laughed, packing up some of her clothes.

"Ooh can we listen to christmas music and make cookies and wear santa hats and run around in the snow?" Jazzy laughed.

"Don't forget this." He grabbed a cheetah print bra off the floor, throwing it at her. "You'll need it so I can take it right back off later."

"... sure." He said after a short pause. "I suck at baking so I hope you know what the fuck you're doing."

"Later as in right when we get to the new house?" She bit her lip, smiling.

"Don't give me that look." Jazzy laughed. "I'll make cookies. You find Santa hats. Act in the Christmas spirit Mr. Popular."

"You already know the answer to that." He laughed.

"Alright Alright I'm going." He went down into the basement, starting to go through some boxes.

Taylor laughed, following him home. I was asleep on the couch, snoring.

Jazzy got the ingredients together for chocolate chip cookies, mixing them up then putting them in the oven to bake.

"Here you go babe." Jacob walked up carrying two santa hats. A pink one and a darker blue one. "Not quite the right colors but oh well."

Jazzy laughed and put hers on, then took his and put it on his head. "Come on. Be happier." She tried.

"Holiday's aren't my thing babe." He shrugged. "Shouldn't you be all in-bed-eating-your-soul-out-with-Eddy's-icecream still?"

Jazzy looked down. "I'm trying to be happy." She bit her quivering lip, turning to pull the cookies out. "It's what mom would want."

"Jas I'm sorry I didn't mean.." He sighed, taking the tray of cookies from her and sitting them down, wrapping his arms around her. "Please don't cry I didn't mean to make you cry."

"I know Jacob." She kissed his arm, then slipped out of his hold and put the cookies on a plate. "Cookies are done. Since I don't have Edy's I'll just go eat out my sorrows with these." She took two, then went and plopped onto the couch, curling up.

"Babe.." He followed her. "Please. You even told me to be happy. I'm trying but please don't do this to me I already feel bad I dragged you out to my sorry house for Christmas."

"I know. Okay?" She looked up at him. "I came out here on my own Jacob not because you dragged me here."

"Okay." He looked down. "You wanta watch a movie? I've got a decent collection."

"Mom and I used to watch movies." Jazzy looked down.