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disturbed child · 08-09-2001, 03:59 AM

Yet another one of my fics! This one is told from Jinny's point of view. Everything that's in quotes is what's being said. Anyway, here goes...

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Contagious Emotions

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"Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens." - John Homer Miller

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Part One: Reflecting

Alcoholic. That's what I am. That's who I am. I'm an alcoholic. It's my identity.

Here I am, sitting on a bench under the pungently hot sun in the park, analyzing myself.

A-L-C-O-H-O-L-I-C. That's me.

I had my first taste of beer when I was eleven.

We were camping - it was one of those happy family outings that are so stereotypical. I can clearly remember that night. John, my father and I were sitting outside under the nocturnal sky which was lit up with shimmering stars. My father pulled a six-pack out of the cooler and handed a can to me. I remember holding that cold can in my hand and just staring at it. At the time, I was so naive when it came to alcohol. I didn't quite comprehend why it was so 'in' to drink it.

Dad was always drinking it. He would sit in front of the television, his eyes fixated on the screen - it was as if he was in some sort of trance. His feet would be propped up on the coffee table and he'd be sipping a beer. I'd just stare at him in utter awe. Alcohol. What was the big deal about it?

Then, on that fateful night of our camping trip, I learned what the big deal about it was. I popped open the top and took a sip.

I can still remember how that first sip tasted.

It wasn't good. Not even the slighest bit.

But I took another sip. And then another. Despite it's rather disgusting taste, I felt as though I had to do it. John and Dad were watching. I felt their eyes on me. I was drinking it because I was convinced that if I didn't, John and Dad would declare me an official wuss.

That's not something that I was, nor is it something that I ever will be.

So I continued to sip it. I had the urge to cringe and grimace, but I used all of my strength to resist. I didn't want John and Dad seeing my disgust for this liquid.

Before I knew it, I had consumed the entire can.

I can remember sitting there, holding the empty piece of aluminium. I had drank it. I had drank the whole damn thing. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw John and my father grinning.

Oddly, I felt proud.

Alcohol didn't enter my body ever again until the tragic incident.

My mother's suicide.

Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can still see her lying there on the floor bleeding from a self-inflicted gun shot wound to her head.

And I can still hear the sound of my father cracking open a beer downstairs.

At that moment, I thought 'Wow, it must be nice to be able to drink away all of your pain and sorrow.'

So, I began drinking. Alot.

But I don't blame my father. It's not his fault that I'm an alcoholic. I take all of the blame for it.

I'm an alcoholic.

I am pulled out of my daze by a light tap on my shoulder. I blink my eyes and look up at the tall figure hovering over me. I wince due to the brightness of the sun. It's a man. I don't recognize him.

"You okay?" he asks.

No, I'm not okay. I'm an alcoholic.

"Who are you?" I ask.

He smiles and motions towards the vacant space next to me on the bench.

"Is that taken?"

What does it look like you dumb ass? No one is sitting there.

I shake my head.

He sits down, still smiling. His smile is virtually as bright as the sun up above. It's also very cute.

He's very cute.

"Who are you?" I inquire.

"Spencer," he reveals, "Spencer Donovan."

What a nice name.

I examine his face and am immediately captivated by his chestnut brown eyes. He has those puppy dog eyes that are so adorable.

He's adorable.

"I'm Jinny Exstead," I say.

I'm also an alcoholic.

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To be continued...

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~* glitterbabie *~

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Carter: So... what do you, er, think about tonight?

Abby: I think it’s the least I could do... no-one should be alone after killing a clown.

Dave: You killed the clown?

Carter: No.

Abby: Didn’t save him.

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Carter: You know what? Stop it.

Abby: What?

Carter: Don’t talk to me about Luka. I’m not your girlfriend and I shouldn’t really even be here with you.

Abby: Why not?

Carter: (Pausing) Because I don’t want to wish bad things for you and Luka. And I don’t want to sit on the sidelines waiting for you two to break-up. (Pauses) And I don’t want to be your friend. (Smiles gently) It might be convenient for you but it isn’t doing much for me.

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Britt is a Jineddy and Dana is a JinMag. I'm a Carby and a Jinanybody!

*Me, Britt, and Dana are self appointed message board bad girls...we rebel against self appointed moderators...You know who you are!*

[This message has been edited by glitterbabie (edited 08-09-2001).]

Divisionbabe05 · 08-09-2001, 04:37 AM

I know that i have already read this in our IM, but i have to say publicly thats its AWESOME....keep goin and if u have some writers block i'd be happy to throw some ideas ur way like i did tonight.

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I am a Jineddy! A Jineddy is a person who wants Jinny and Teddy to be together! Morganne is a Jinanybody and a Carby, but thats ER...Dana just happens to be a JinMag, which is a lil strange, but o well...its interesting!

*People* Isnt that the craziest word u ever done heard? *LOL*

*Me, Morganne, and Dana are self appointed message board bad girls...we rebel against self appointed moderators...You know who you are!*

LuvJinny4ever · 08-09-2001, 04:58 AM

this is AWESOME, morganne!!! omg.... i'm loving it!!!

~*~jenn~*~

Swimfan85 · 08-09-2001, 12:22 PM

this is awesome, i cant wait for more

Jinny Girl · 08-09-2001, 05:33 PM

Post more soon. (Just remember I know where you live and I have 50 penguins here with me who are waiting!!!)

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~Dana Jinny Exstead~

Well since Britt is a Jineddy (Jinny and Teddy) and Morganne is a Jinanybody (Jin and Anybody) I'm a JinMag, now you can figure that one out on your own.

*Me, Britt, and Morganne are self appointed message board bad girls...we rebel against self appointed moderators... You know who you are!*

"COME ON! SAY IT WITH ME!" *LOL!*

NewsiesGurl229 · 08-09-2001, 05:56 PM

post more for the doggies girl, for the doggies!

Divisionbabe05 · 08-09-2001, 10:34 PM

C'mon girl post some more! Do it for the message board bad girls( ur one of em....u wouldnt let us(me and dana) down would ya?) I didnt think so....so post some more homegurl!

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I am a Jineddy! A Jineddy is a person who wants Jinny and Teddy to be together! Morganne is a Jinanybody and a Carby, but thats ER...Dana just happens to be a JinMag, which is a lil strange, but o well...its interesting!

*People* Isnt that the craziest word u ever done heard? *LOL*

*Me, Morganne, and Dana are self appointed message board bad girls...we rebel against self appointed moderators...You know who you are!*

XoVanillaRain90oX · 08-10-2001, 10:20 PM

Oh, ya gotta post more!! All of your fan fics are like theeeee best!

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~@Lisa@~

"When you are down, or feeling blue think of The Division! It'll pull you through!!"~ My own lil saying.

Babes_Cat · 05-08-2002, 05:55 PM

Ok, I'm bored and browsing all the wicked old posts and stories and I come across this one and all i gotta say it........

MO! Get to it babes! MORE!

08-09-2001, 03:59 AM	#1
disturbed child Member Forum Regular Join Date: Aug 04, 2001 Location: In denial. Posts: 823	Contagious Emotions Yet another one of my fics! This one is told from Jinny's point of view. Everything that's in quotes is what's being said. Anyway, here goes... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Contagious Emotions ** "Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens." - John Homer Miller ** Part One: Reflecting Alcoholic. That's what I am. That's who I am. I'm an alcoholic. It's my identity. Here I am, sitting on a bench under the pungently hot sun in the park, analyzing myself. A-L-C-O-H-O-L-I-C. That's me. I had my first taste of beer when I was eleven. We were camping - it was one of those happy family outings that are so stereotypical. I can clearly remember that night. John, my father and I were sitting outside under the nocturnal sky which was lit up with shimmering stars. My father pulled a six-pack out of the cooler and handed a can to me. I remember holding that cold can in my hand and just staring at it. At the time, I was so naive when it came to alcohol. I didn't quite comprehend why it was so 'in' to drink it. Dad was always drinking it. He would sit in front of the television, his eyes fixated on the screen - it was as if he was in some sort of trance. His feet would be propped up on the coffee table and he'd be sipping a beer. I'd just stare at him in utter awe. Alcohol. What was the big deal about it? Then, on that fateful night of our camping trip, I learned what the big deal about it was. I popped open the top and took a sip. I can still remember how that first sip tasted. It wasn't good. Not even the slighest bit. But I took another sip. And then another. Despite it's rather disgusting taste, I felt as though I had to do it. John and Dad were watching. I felt their eyes on me. I was drinking it because I was convinced that if I didn't, John and Dad would declare me an official wuss. That's not something that I was, nor is it something that I ever will be. So I continued to sip it. I had the urge to cringe and grimace, but I used all of my strength to resist. I didn't want John and Dad seeing my disgust for this liquid. Before I knew it, I had consumed the entire can. I can remember sitting there, holding the empty piece of aluminium. I had drank it. I had drank the whole damn thing. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw John and my father grinning. Oddly, I felt proud. Alcohol didn't enter my body ever again until the tragic incident. My mother's suicide. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can still see her lying there on the floor bleeding from a self-inflicted gun shot wound to her head. And I can still hear the sound of my father cracking open a beer downstairs. At that moment, I thought 'Wow, it must be nice to be able to drink away all of your pain and sorrow.' So, I began drinking. Alot. But I don't blame my father. It's not his fault that I'm an alcoholic. I take all of the blame for it. I'm an alcoholic. I am pulled out of my daze by a light tap on my shoulder. I blink my eyes and look up at the tall figure hovering over me. I wince due to the brightness of the sun. It's a man. I don't recognize him. "You okay?" he asks. No, I'm not okay. I'm an alcoholic. "Who are you?" I ask. He smiles and motions towards the vacant space next to me on the bench. "Is that taken?" What does it look like you dumb ass? No one is sitting there. I shake my head. He sits down, still smiling. His smile is virtually as bright as the sun up above. It's also very cute. He's very cute. "Who are you?" I inquire. "Spencer," he reveals, "Spencer Donovan." What a nice name. I examine his face and am immediately captivated by his chestnut brown eyes. He has those puppy dog eyes that are so adorable. He's adorable. "I'm Jinny Exstead," I say. I'm also an alcoholic. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To be continued... ------------------ ~* glitterbabie ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Carter: So... what do you, er, think about tonight? Abby: I think it’s the least I could do... no-one should be alone after killing a clown. Dave: You killed the clown? Carter: No. Abby: Didn’t save him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Carter: You know what? Stop it. Abby: What? Carter: Don’t talk to me about Luka. I’m not your girlfriend and I shouldn’t really even be here with you. Abby: Why not? Carter: (Pausing) Because I don’t want to wish bad things for you and Luka. And I don’t want to sit on the sidelines waiting for you two to break-up. (Pauses) And I don’t want to be your friend. (Smiles gently) It might be convenient for you but it isn’t doing much for me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Britt is a Jineddy and Dana is a JinMag. I'm a Carby and a Jinanybody! Me, Britt, and Dana are self appointed message board bad girls...we rebel against self appointed moderators...You know who you are! [This message has been edited by glitterbabie (edited 08-09-2001).]

08-09-2001, 04:37 AM	#2
Divisionbabe05 GO HOGS!!!! Senior Member Join Date: Aug 04, 2001 Location: Arkansas-Hog Country-WOOOOO PIG SOOIE RAZORBACKS!!! Posts: 1,065	I know that i have already read this in our IM, but i have to say publicly thats its AWESOME....keep goin and if u have some writers block i'd be happy to throw some ideas ur way like i did tonight. ------------------ I am a Jineddy! A Jineddy is a person who wants Jinny and Teddy to be together! Morganne is a Jinanybody and a Carby, but thats ER...Dana just happens to be a JinMag, which is a lil strange, but o well...its interesting! People Isnt that the craziest word u ever done heard? LOL Me, Morganne, and Dana are self appointed message board bad girls...we rebel against self appointed moderators...You know who you are!

08-09-2001, 04:58 AM	#3
LuvJinny4ever Member Frequent Poster Join Date: Aug 04, 2001 Location: Quakertown, PA Posts: 165	this is AWESOME, morganne!!! omg.... i'm loving it!!! ~~jenn~~

08-09-2001, 12:22 PM	#4
Swimfan85 Member Forum Veteran Join Date: Jul 04, 2001 Posts: 7,030	this is awesome, i cant wait for more

08-09-2001, 05:33 PM	#5
Jinny Girl Member Senior Member Join Date: Aug 04, 2001 Location: ...I'm not sure (looks around) WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!!?!??!? Posts: 2,726	Post more soon. (Just remember I know where you live and I have 50 penguins here with me who are waiting!!!) ------------------ ~Dana Jinny Exstead~ Well since Britt is a Jineddy (Jinny and Teddy) and Morganne is a Jinanybody (Jin and Anybody) I'm a JinMag, now you can figure that one out on your own. Me, Britt, and Morganne are self appointed message board bad girls...we rebel against self appointed moderators... You know who you are! "COME ON! SAY IT WITH ME!" LOL!

08-09-2001, 05:56 PM	#6
NewsiesGurl229 Sweet scaredy cat Forum Regular Join Date: May 08, 2001 Location: Nebraska...where I'm in love with Carter and I blissfully watch all of my shows over and over and over...again! Posts: 795	post more for the doggies girl, for the doggies!

08-09-2001, 10:34 PM	#7
Divisionbabe05 GO HOGS!!!! Senior Member Join Date: Aug 04, 2001 Location: Arkansas-Hog Country-WOOOOO PIG SOOIE RAZORBACKS!!! Posts: 1,065	C'mon girl post some more! Do it for the message board bad girls( ur one of em....u wouldnt let us(me and dana) down would ya?) I didnt think so....so post some more homegurl! ------------------ I am a Jineddy! A Jineddy is a person who wants Jinny and Teddy to be together! Morganne is a Jinanybody and a Carby, but thats ER...Dana just happens to be a JinMag, which is a lil strange, but o well...its interesting! People Isnt that the craziest word u ever done heard? LOL Me, Morganne, and Dana are self appointed message board bad girls...we rebel against self appointed moderators...You know who you are!

08-10-2001, 10:20 PM	#8
XoVanillaRain90oX youre RAD <3<3 Forum 3000 Club Member Join Date: Jun 14, 2001 Location: SwEdEn BaBii! Posts: 3,416	Oh, ya gotta post more!! All of your fan fics are like theeeee best! ------------------ ~@Lisa@~ "When you are down, or feeling blue think of The Division! It'll pull you through!!"~ My own lil saying.

05-08-2002, 05:55 PM	#9
Babes_Cat Member Forum Superstar Join Date: Oct 11, 2001 Location: massachusetts Posts: 34,145	Ok, I'm bored and browsing all the wicked old posts and stories and I come across this one and all i gotta say it........ MO! Get to it babes! MORE!