Part three
Title: Fifteen
Rating: PG-13
Part: Three
Pairing/Character: Joanne Jefferson.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes: This might be confusing but I have marked where I move from first person to third person. It was confusing to try and write everything in first person and I’m not to great at it, sorry.
[Joanne POV]
Dinner was silent. I avoided both of my parents gaze, wanting to know why my mother had told Alyssa’s parents about us. I knew it was her. She was the reason I was feeling heartbroken. Heartbroken at fifteen. I wasn’t supposed to know what love was at this age. I waited for my someone to speak then again; I didn’t really want to make conversation, especially with my mother.
[Third Person]
It was Mr. Jefferson who first broke the silence, a thoughtful look on his face, “Darling, do you know why the Montgomery’s left today?” He asked, curiously.
“I haven’t a clue, why?” Mrs. Jefferson questioned, looking up from her plate.
Mr. Jefferson only shook his head, “No, reason, just thought you might.” He replied, looking back down at his food.
Joanne looked between her parents, “I’m sure you do know.” She mumbled, pushing her food around on her plate, wanting to avoid eye contact.
“What was that Joanne?” Mrs. Jefferson asked, her brow rising as she gazed at her daughter.
“Oh, nothing, mother.” Joanne stated, attitude dripping off her voice, still angry with her mother.
Mr. Jefferson looked at Joanne in shock, opening his mouth to say something but was cut off by his wife, whom obviously wasn’t pleased she had just been spoken to in such a tone, even if she did deserve it, “What is your problem?” She demanded, setting her fork down.
“My problem? My problem is the fact that my best friend moved because of you.” She told her, rolling her eyes.
“I don’t see how that is my fault.” Mrs. Jefferson stated, looking rather applaud.
Mr. Jefferson nodded, “I don’t either, explain Joanne.” He said, seeing that his daughter did look rather upset.
“You told her parents about us. It was just a kiss.” Joanne said, biting her lip.
Mr. Jefferson looked puzzled. “A kiss? Why were you kissing Alyssa?” He questioned.
Joanne looked at him, biting her lip once more, suddenly nervous. “I’m a lesbian. I like girls.” She told him, her gaze drifting away, afraid of his reaction to her sudden confession. It obviously didn’t go well with her mother.
-Fin.
This is short! I know! Sorry!!!
Rating: PG-13
Part: Three
Pairing/Character: Joanne Jefferson.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes: This might be confusing but I have marked where I move from first person to third person. It was confusing to try and write everything in first person and I’m not to great at it, sorry.
[Joanne POV]
Dinner was silent. I avoided both of my parents gaze, wanting to know why my mother had told Alyssa’s parents about us. I knew it was her. She was the reason I was feeling heartbroken. Heartbroken at fifteen. I wasn’t supposed to know what love was at this age. I waited for my someone to speak then again; I didn’t really want to make conversation, especially with my mother.
[Third Person]
It was Mr. Jefferson who first broke the silence, a thoughtful look on his face, “Darling, do you know why the Montgomery’s left today?” He asked, curiously.
“I haven’t a clue, why?” Mrs. Jefferson questioned, looking up from her plate.
Mr. Jefferson only shook his head, “No, reason, just thought you might.” He replied, looking back down at his food.
Joanne looked between her parents, “I’m sure you do know.” She mumbled, pushing her food around on her plate, wanting to avoid eye contact.
“What was that Joanne?” Mrs. Jefferson asked, her brow rising as she gazed at her daughter.
“Oh, nothing, mother.” Joanne stated, attitude dripping off her voice, still angry with her mother.
Mr. Jefferson looked at Joanne in shock, opening his mouth to say something but was cut off by his wife, whom obviously wasn’t pleased she had just been spoken to in such a tone, even if she did deserve it, “What is your problem?” She demanded, setting her fork down.
“My problem? My problem is the fact that my best friend moved because of you.” She told her, rolling her eyes.
“I don’t see how that is my fault.” Mrs. Jefferson stated, looking rather applaud.
Mr. Jefferson nodded, “I don’t either, explain Joanne.” He said, seeing that his daughter did look rather upset.
“You told her parents about us. It was just a kiss.” Joanne said, biting her lip.
Mr. Jefferson looked puzzled. “A kiss? Why were you kissing Alyssa?” He questioned.
Joanne looked at him, biting her lip once more, suddenly nervous. “I’m a lesbian. I like girls.” She told him, her gaze drifting away, afraid of his reaction to her sudden confession. It obviously didn’t go well with her mother.
-Fin.
This is short! I know! Sorry!!!