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Chapter Nine: The Ultimatum
"Roxy, what's wrong?"
Stormer glanced across the studio at her friend, a look of concern
on her face. Roxy, who had spent the previous half an hour staring off
into space, jerked to attention.
"Huh?"
"Is something up? Your mind doesn't seem to be on music today." Stormer
replied. "Are you sure you want to work now?"
"God, I dunno." Roxy frowned.
"Is it Justin that's bothering you?"
"Yeah. Stupid fool." Roxy glowered. "He's so dense and Jetta is such
a witch. I know last night was just to get at me, but he won't listen!"
She played a sequence of chords idly across the strings of her guitar,
then paused, her expression dark. "Men suck."
"Perhaps Justin's in love." Stormer suggested. Roxy snorted.
"He's a Pelligrini." She replied. "Not some dumb romantic. And they've
only known each other a week. No, Jetta's got to him somehow and made
him
think that he likes her. Ooh I hate this!"
Stormer paused for a second, then,
"What can you do?"
"Nothing, dammit!"
"Does Justin know your views?"
"Know? I've told him twice what a witch Jetta is!"
"Then you've done all you can and have to let it go." Stormer said
sensibly. In any case, I don't think Jetta's a witch. Don't you think
it's
romantic that Justin came all this way and wound up meeting someone?"
"Quit being a sissy, Stormer." Roxy snapped. "Romance ain't nothin'
to do with it! My brother's being a dope and Jetta's manipulating him
to
get on my nerves. That's the truth of it."
She played a violent and confrontational sequence on her bass. "And
that's what I think of it! If she doesn't leave him alone I'm gonna
have
to sort her out good and proper!"
Despite herself, Stormer laughed.
"C'mon, Roxy. Justin can fight his own battles."
"I don't care." Roxy said obstinately. "This is one fight I'm gonna
make sure I win."
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"So, what happened last night?"
Pizzazz perched on the windowsill of Jetta's room, her expression
curious.
"Roxy never trailed ya...what did you guys do?"
"Nothin' much." Jetta shrugged carelessly. "'E bought me a drink, we
jus' chatted a bit...that's all."
"What a drag." Pizzazz snorted.
"It weren't that bad." Jetta shrugged again. "'E 'as some nerve, mind
you. Thinks 'e can get the better of me."
Pizzazz laughed.
"Hah. Noone gets the better of a Misfit." She said confidently. "Except
another Misfit. Roxy was raging when you guys left last night."
"Cool." Jetta smirked. "I'll teach her to make comments about me
family."
"Speaking of family, who was your letter from this morning?" Pizzazz
looked curious. "It was postmarked England...don't tell me you've gone
all sweet on that family of yours now!"
"Hell no!" Jetta exclaimed. "No, it were from Laura."
"Oh." Pizzazz pulled a face. Laura Cunningham was Jetta's childhood
best friend from the London council estates she had grown up on, and
the
two girls still kept in touch despite the distance and the differences
in their lifestyles these days. "What in hell does she want?"
"She invited me out to England for a weekend." Jetta replied simply.
"It's short notice, but I know we ain't got nothin' on the cards for
the
weekend she 'as in mind."
"You ain't going?" Pizzazz demanded. "Why does she want you so bad
all of a sudden?"
"She's gettin' married." Jetta shrugged. Pizzazz grimaced again.
"Okay, lemme get this straight." She said slowly. "You are going
to go all the way to England...for a damn wedding?"
"Yes." Jetta nodded.
"Why? You gone soft on me?"
"God, no." Jetta shook her head. "No, but I did promise Laura I'd go
when she an' 'er bloke, whatever 'is name is 'ad a date settled."
"Why don't you jus' blow her off and say you had a recording session
or something?" Pizzazz demanded.
"Because it's Laura." Jetta shrugged. "An' that's that, Pizzazz. I'm
goin'. I phoned up an' booked my flight out already, so there's nothing
you can do to change it." She pulled a face. "It'll probably bore me to
tears, but I gave me word an' I'll go. Might be nice to 'ave a bit of
an
'oliday."
"Bah." Pizzazz rolled her eyes. She had never understood Jetta's
loyalty
to Laura, and in truth felt somewhat threatened by it.
Jetta laughed.
"I'll be back in time for studio recordin'." She promised. "I got the
dates in indellible ink in me diary."
"The Misfits always do stuff together though." Pizzazz pouted. Jetta
shrugged.
"Can't always." She remarked flippantly. "It's just a damn weddin',
Pizzazz, an' it ain't even mine. I'm goin' and that's that. Okay?"
"Oh, whatever." Pizzazz rolled her eyes. "Like I care two hoots about
your stupid friend's wedding."
There was emphasis on the word friend,and Jetta grinned.
"Trust me, love, if it weren't Laura's an' I 'adn't given me word I
wouldn't bother with it. I don't want to go, but I said I would. At
least
it ain't no church do, nothin' fancy. I think I can 'andle that without
barfin', and there's bound to be a good reception party after, if I
know
Laura."
"Hah, you just want to go because of the party after, don't you?"
Pizzazz
smirked. Jetta shrugged.
"Seems a shame to go all that way an' not." She said, grinning. "'Ere,
I'll bring you back some weddin' cake, okay?"
"Gee, thanks!" Pizzazz retorted. "Hey, you gonna take loverboy along
with you?"
"Loverboy?" Jetta looked blank.
"Doh! Justin!"
"Oh, 'im." Jetta frowned. "Don't be daft. Trust me, I am way out of
his league. I only messed with 'im last night to bug Roxy an' you know
it."
"Well, he might be a loser and a wimp, but he takes good photos."
Pizzazz
acknowledged. "Eric sent me a few proofs to choose the ones for the new
album posters, and they came out damn good. But then, he had damn good
subjects, didn't he?"
"Can I see?" Jetta sounded curious. Pizzazz nodded.
"Sure, I'll go get them." She agreed, disappearing and reappearing
a few moments later with a long A4 brown envelope, the Gabor address
scrawled
lazily on the front in Eric's looping hand.
"How come 'e mailed 'em?" Jetta wondered as she took the envelope,
reaching in to pull the photos out."
"He said in the covering note that he didn't want to, and I quote,
'let me near the negatives." Pizzazz growled. "Cheek of it!"
"Oh, I see." Jetta looked amused, remembering the last lot of negatives
her bandmate had unwittingly wrecked in a fit of temper. "Hey, these
ain't
'alf bad, are they?"
"Told you." Pizzazz responded offhandedly. "I hate to give Eric credit
for anything, but this was one good freebie."
"You're telling me." Jetta flicked through the pictures, pausing at
a couple to look at them more closely. "I s'pose this means Eric will
'ire
'im again."
"Guess so." Pizzazz nodded. "But hey, who cares? He's just the
photographer.
So long as the pictures come out good, what's the problem?" She
smirked.
"Don't you like posing for your secret admirer?"
"Not so blinkin' secret." Jetta laughed. "An' it's 'is problem, not
mine." She handed the photos back. "I'm glad to see 'e does 'ave a use,
though."
"Yep." Pizzazz agreed. She stood. "Well, I'm going out to the pool.
You coming?"
"In a minute. Lemme change." Jetta nodded. "I'll see you down there."
"Suit yourself." Pizzazz shrugged. "Later, Jetta."
Once the singer had gone, Jetta sprawled on her bed, resting her chin
in her hands. The photographs had indeed been good. She had no
expertise
in photography, but still, looking at them with her untrained eyes had
made her acknowledge that much.
"'E's good at 'is job an' 'e'll work with the Misfits again." She
murmured.
Then she frowned. "Well, so what?"
No answer came to her immediately and she sighed, rolling onto her
back and putting her hands behind her head as she contemplated. Laura's
wedding had come at a perfect time, she mused. It would give her a
chance
to get away from California and from Justin and the whole Roxy problem.
The manipulative web she had begun to weave so skillfully had become
tangled
in her mind and she was no longer sure who was pulling which strings.
Justin,
she admitted reluctantly to herself, was not the fool she had initially
taken him for, and she wasn't sure she could keep the upper hand. It
was
rare that she either liked or respected a guy who came on to her, but,
albeit grudgingly, she found that she both liked and respected Justin.
And yet, she was infuriated by his cheek as well.
"He had to be Roxy's stupid brother." She muttered with a frown,
glaring
at the hapless ceiling as if it were personally responsible. "If 'e
weren't,
I'd never 'ave met 'im and this wouldn't even be on my mind. 'E's as
blinkin'
stubborn as she is, an' all" But 'e ain't gonna be played with, or not
for long. The way 'e talks back to me, 'e must know what I'm doing!
Maybe
I should give it up as a bad job before I lose track of things
completely."
She frowned, rolling onto her front and resting her chin in her hands
as she recalled the dispute of the previous night.
"Why in hell did he defend me?" She wondered. "An' what did 'e mean
when 'e said I don't say what I really think about things? What does he
know about it, anyhow? I'm a Misfit! I don't care what people think of
me and I say what I damn well want!" She cursed. "Damn 'im, why am I
even
thinking about this, anyway? Last night was nothing, and he's less than
nothing. Drop it, Jetta, before you drive yourself mental."
She reached for the phone receiver, asking the operator for the code
to England, and dialing Laura's number. She needed a distraction, and
fortunately
her friend was home. After assuring the other Londoner that she had
every
intention of flying out for the wedding and had already booked her
flight,
she found herself broaching a quite different subject.
"There's something else I want to talk to you about." She began
hesitantly.
"Oh?" Laura sounded interested. "What kind of thing?"
"I..." Jetta paused, hearing Pizzazz impatiently calling her name.
"I can't talk now, Laura, Pizzazz wants me. But I...I'll talk to you
about
it when I see you, okay?"
"Sure." Laura agreed. "If you like. Till then, Sheila. Take care an'
'ave a safe flight, won't you?"
"I'll do me best." Jetta responded. "Bye, Laura."
She set down the phone receiver, sighing and burying her head in the
duvet cover. What was going on? Why had she even thought of mentioning
things to Laura?
"For somethin' that's nothin', it's takin' up a hell of a lot of my
thinkin' time." She muttered, grabbing her bathing suit, then
hesitating.
"This is stupid! It was one irrelevant night out and that's it. Get a
grip,
girl! Justin Pelligrini ain't nothing in your life and that's the way
you
want it to stay."
She dropped the swimsuit back down onto her bed, grabbing her jacket
instead and slipping on her boots. She needed some time alone to sort
this
out, and some fresh air to clear her head. Hurrying down the back
stairs,
she yelled to Pizzazz that she was going for a quick walk, then slipped
out of the front door before her bandmate could protest. Somehow she
knew
there was no peace and quiet to be had at the Gabor Mansion.
Having lived in Los Angeles for a couple of years, she was well
acquainted
with the area and she headed along the pavement towards a popular local
hangout. As she put her hand on the door, she heard someone call her
name,
and, a frown on her face she turned to face Roxy's brother.
"Hi." Justin offered her a smile. "I didn't expect to see you here.
Roxy said something about songwriting this morning and I assumed that
meant
full band participation."
"Whatever Roxy was talkin' about, providin' she knew herself, it don't
involve me." Jetta responded curtly. "I came out to get some air and to
clear me 'ead...alone."
"I can take a hint." Justin winked at her. "I'll see you when you're
feeling more sociable, then. I've got to call by Misfit Music to talk
to
your Mr Raymond this afternoon anyway, I think he liked the
photographs,
so it's likely we'll work again in the future."
"It's possible." Jetta nodded slowly.
"But you don't relish the idea?" Justin raised an eyebrow.
"I don't care either way." Jetta shrugged. "Get the picture?"
Justin laughed.
"Yeah, I do." He agreed, amused. "Later, Jetta. I'll let you have your
little walk."
He turned to go, but she grabbed his arm, riled.
"What did you mean by that?" She demanded.
"By what? I just said goodbye." Justin eyed her innocently. Jetta
scowled.
"Don't even try to mess with me." She warned. "Noone has ever done
that and come up on top."
"Really?" Justin sounded interested. "That's quite a record, you know."
Jetta rolled her eyes, letting out a frustrated groan.
"Oh, shut your face." She ordered. "I ain't botherin' with you, now
or ever. You got that? Leave me alone."
She turned, very much on her dignity, and stepped into the road,
determined
not to turn around. So focused was she on her cool, disinterested
demeanour
that she failed to pay attention to the busy road, or the cry of look
out.
Before she knew what was happening, someone had pushed her out of the
way
of the car, sending them both toppling to the ground and missing the
vehicle's
wheels by inches. The driver yelled some obscenity out of the window,
then
put his foot down on the accelerator pedal, screeching away into the
distance.
Jetta turned to face her rescuer, speechless with shock and confusion.
Without a word Justin helped her to her feet, leading her across the
remainder
of the concrete road to the other side, and sitting down on the wall,
pulling
her down beside him.
For a moment there was just silence, but finally the Misfit regained
use of her vocal chords.
"I'm gonna be bruised all over tomorrow." she remarked absently.
"Did I hurt you?" Justin seemed anxious. Jetta laughed hollowly.
"That's a joke." She said wryly. "You saved me life, Justin, an' you
know it. I never even saw 'im coming."
She dusted herself down. "Guess I owe you one."
"Nah. Forget it." Justin shrugged. "I was just closest at the time,
that's all, and to be honest I didn't have to think about it, I just
did
it." He looked sheepish. "People do tend to call me kinda impulsive,
you
know."
"Well, this time it paid off." Jetta observed. She paused, looking
thoughtful.
"You could've been 'it too." She realised. "Why put yourself at risk
like that?"
"I don't know." Justin admitted. "Perhaps because I didn't want
anything
to happen to you?"
Jetta snorted.
"Don't be mushy." She instructed. "I'm shook up enough without you
turnin' me stomach too!"
Justin laughed.
"You're something else, Jetta, you know that?" he said. "Are you all
right?"
"I'm fine." Jetta nodded. "Don't look at me like that! I ain't no wimp,
I'm not gonna faint or nothin'!"
"That's good to know." Justin grinned. "I'm not sure I'd know what
to do with a fainting damsel in distress."
"Good thing I ain't never been one, then." Jetta remarked bluntly,
getting to her feet and examining her laddered tights. "Bah. Third pair
gone this week, an' all!"
Justin shook his head in amusement.
"So I owe you a pair of tights too, do I?" he teased. Jetta hit him
playfully.
"Daft git! Of course not. Me own damn fault for gettin' in the way.
There's a reason I don't like wearin' skirts an' tights and this is
it!"
Justin eyed her keenly.
"Maybe I better escort you home." He offered. "Just to be sure you're
really all right."
"I'm fine." Jetta said dismissively. "I told you. Jus' bruised an a
bit scraped 'ere an' there. Nothin' major." She grimaced. "I guess I
better
'ad go 'ome, an' all. Can't go out in public with tights lookin' like
this,
can I? Not when the press could be anywhere with their snoopy cameras."
"Hey, speaking as a photographer I resent that!" Justin protested,
laughing.
"Yeah, but we pay you to snap us...an' we don't generally throw things
at you till you go away." She paused, eying him. "Yet."
Justin laughed.
"Charming." He teased. "Well, come on. I'll come back with you anyway,
if you've no objection, and see if I can hunt up my sister at all. Mind
an escort?"
"Guess not." Jetta was flippant. "Jus' walk that side of me, an' then
noone will see me legs."
Justin rolled his eyes, amused.
"Whatever you say." He agreed. "After you!"
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"What the hell is this about?"
Roxy tossed the newspaper down in front of her brother, anger clear
on her face. "What did I tell you about that creep? And here you are,
all
over her in public! What are you trying to do to me?"
"Nothing!" Justin protested, scooping up the paper and glancing at
the story which had so incensed the Misfit's temper. Roxy's lack of
literate
ability had meant she'd judged the situation by the picture alone, but,
it soon transpired, the scandal-hunting journalist who had penned the
story
had jumped to a similar conclusion. He groaned, pushing the paper
aside.
"Look, Roxy, it isn't what you think happened." He said slowly. "She
almost got hit by a car and I pushed her out of the way. That's all."
"Hah." Roxy snorted, clearly not convinced. "You shouldn't have
bothered
yourself. She's so damn thick skinned the car woulda bounced off her."
"Roxy, stop this. You're not being fair."
"What's fair, then?" Roxy shot back. "You come into my life and you
think you can mess about in it as you like but you can't, okay? The
Misfits
are my business, my turf. You don't mess with it. And you don't
mess about with Britain's queen of trash!"
"I like Jetta!"
"Yeah, well you can rest assured that she don't like you." Roxy curled
her lip in disdain. "You're just a means for her to upset me, that's
all,
whether you like it or not. That girl has no ethics or code of honour
or
anything in her. She lies and manipulates and cheats and I'm not having
one of my family screwed over by her!"
Justin paused, knowing enough of his sister's eventful life to know
that she lived by her own rigid, if unusual concept of honour and was
generally
bluntly honest to the point of impudence when she spoke. He knew that
his
interest in Jetta pained her, and a small part of him felt bad for it,
but all the time his Pelligrini obstinacy refused to be told what to do
by anyone, least of all his own kid sister. Justin had always lived his
life on his terms, resolving to make his own mistakes along the way.
Had
Roxy realised it, she would have seen the great similarities that lay
deep
in their characters, and that these were the root cause of their
dispute
now.
"Listen, Roxy." Justin said now. "I'm twenty eight years old, don't
you think I can make judgements for myself about people? I appreciate
your
warnings, but I have to find these things out for myself."
"You listen, Justin." Roxy's eyes narrowed and she snatched up the
newspaper, ripping it in two. "You have a choice. Leave Jetta alone, or
get out of my life. I don't need a brother and I don't want one who's
gonna
be dumb enough to be sucked into Jetta's games!"
"That's not fair!"
"Life ain't fair." Roxy replied inexorably. "Your call, Justin. Me
or her."
"Roxy..." Anger sparked into Justin's dark eyes. "Fine, if that's how
you want it. If you girls are so immature that you can't settle up a
pointless
spat then that's your problem. I'm going back to New York and I'm gonna
wait till one of you gets a sense of maturity...if you ever do!"
With that he stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him. Soon
afterwards, Roxy heard the bang of the Gabor Mansion's front door and
despite
herself she flinched at her brother's anger. She had had no idea that
Justin
possessed such a hot temper.
"What was that about?" Pizzazz appeared in the doorway of the lounge,
a look of curious interest on her face. Roxy scowled, tossing the
scraps
of the newspaper at the singer.
"None of your business, butt out." She growled, pushing past the elder
girl and paying no attention to the singer's angry exclamations. She
stomped
up the stairs to her bedroom, slamming the door hard behind her and
picking
up her bass guitar, strumming angry, forceful chords till her own rage
began to cool. As she calmed down, the music became more cohesive and
eventually
she set the instrument aside with a sigh. Even the triumph of having
composed
the start of a new song did not replace her unrest at the row with
Justin.
Independant as she was, Roxy had begun to like having him around.
Placing
the blame for it safely on Jetta's shoulders, she flopped back against
her pillows closing her eyes.
"Damn men." she muttered. "Why do they have to make life so complicated!"
Chapter One: Just One Wish
Chapter Two: Roxy's Ambition
Chapter Three: New York
Chapter Four: An Unexpected Meeting
Chapter Five: Roxy's Treasure
Chapter Six: The Answer
Chapter Seven: Justin
Chapter Eight: Jetta's Game
Chapter Nine: The Ultimatum
Chapter Ten: Laura's Wedding
Chapter Eleven: Professor Milton
Chapter Twelve: One Night In New York
Chapter Thirteen: Conflict!
Chapter Fourteen: Heartbreak
Chapter Fifteen: A Reunion
Chapter Sixteen: A Fragile Peace
(The Misfits and Holograms and other animated Jem characters are copyrighted to Hasbro Inc. Justin and all characters who do not appear in Jem episodes are my own creation. This story is copyrighted to E.A Woolley (2001)