“Hi, this is Scotty Kenta. I’m either away or can’t hear the phone right now, so ring back later.”
Jenny sighed and hung up.

This was the second day in a row that she had not been able to get in contact with Scotty. She didn’t expect to see him every day, but still he normally rang her a lot. Jenny switched on the TV, although soon turned it off, seeing as there were no good programmes on. Jenny didn’t mind work, but it was a rare occasion that she would wish to go to it on a day off, especially with the demanding hours that she’d been having lately. Suddenly an idea struck Jenny.

She opened a drawer and groped around. Eventually she found what she was looking for. Walking over to the phone once more, Jenny read the number and dialled it.
“Hello?” said the voice.
“Hi Anthony? This is Jennifer Calaway.”

“Oh hi Jennifer. Is something wrong with the guitar? I thought your brother’s birthday wasn’t until Monday?”
“Oh no there isn’t anything wrong with the guitar, it’s fine as far as I can tell. I was just wondering if you wanted to come around and hang out. You have an interesting personality,” said Jenny. “You aren’t doing anything are you?
“Sitting at home eating a pizza,” he replied. “Sure I’ll come round. Give me five minutes!”

Sure enough five minutes later Anthony arrived on Jenny’s door step.
“Hi Jennifer,” he said.
“Hi, and please, call me Jenny.”

They stepped into the house, Anthony and Jenny both feeling slightly uneasy.
“Sooo…” said Anthony.

“Do you want to just, sit and talk?” she asked.
“Sure!” said Anthony.
“I’ll make some sandwiches first,” said Jenny.

After scraping some butter and ham together onto some bread, Jenny sat down on the table in the kitchen and gave Anthony his plate.
“It won’t taste that good. I’m not much of a chef you know…”
But after one bite Anthony’s eyes widened. Jenny feared he was going to be sick,
“Not much of a chef? These are delicious!” said Anthony.

Jenny raised her eyebrows.
“I’m not kidding,” he said.

“Thanks,” said a now smiling Jenny.

Soon after finishing the sandwiches, they made their way over to the sofa and sat down talking.
“So how’s life?” asked Anthony.
“Well, it’s OK. The shock of my brother moving in still hasn’t quite worn off, but he’s not as bad as I expected. How about you?”
“I’m doing well. We actually get paid a decent amount. And I won employee of the month!” said Anthony smiling.
“Hey, way to go!” said Jenny.

“Thanks. You know I…”

“Always…”
“Thanks, ummmm, oh yeah Elliot,” said Phil. “We’ll get back to you.”

As he walked out, Phil leaned over to his two fellow band members.
“That wasn’t too bad,” he said.

“Yeah, but I have heard better,” replied Kirk. “Still, he’s definitely the best so far.”
The next participant walked in. Before he could say his name, Eric spoke.
“Hey dude, how many people are left?”

“I’m the last one,” he replied. “I’m Marcus and I’m singing Movin’ On by Steps.”
He stood his ground and prepared to sing, but was interrupted by Eric once more.
“Wait, did you say Steps?” he asked quizzically.

“Yeh, why?” replied Marcus
“These are auditions to join a rock group! Not pop!” said Eric, as though he had said something deeply offensive.
“Oh!” said Marcus.
For a moment he looked as if he was going to say something, but then ran out of the room to escape from his own embarrassment.


“Well that’s it. Elliot is our only hope, and he isn’t top quality.”

“Yeah, and none of us can sing as well,” said Kirk.
It seemed impossible. They had not come this far, found a bassist, got their hopes up, just to be let down at the last second. It couldn’t have happened. And he wouldn’t accept it.
“Well, don’t rule us all out dude,” said Eric, who was now staring at Phil.
It took a few seconds for Phil to catch on, and then he laughed sarcastically.
“Yeah good one, but I’d rather not make an ass of myself,” said Phil.

“Who said I was joking?” replied Eric.
“Come on! You know I can’t sing!” said Phil indignantly.
“Actually I’ve never heard you sing. Who says you suck. Most people think that they do, but that doesn’t make it true. Just have an audition!”
Phil looked from Eric to Kirk, looking for an out. When none came, he finally gave up. Phil walked to the place where everyone had auditioned and all but one seemed to have failed.

“I don’t know what to sing! I haven’t learned any lyrics!” said Phil, in a last desperate attempt to get out of an audition.
“You know plenty of songs off by heart, I’m sure of it. Just pick one you know well.”
Finally Phil settled on Exo-Politics, the song that Kirk had successfully performed.
“Fine, I’m pulling a Kirk,” said Phil, and he began to sing.

“Open the skies over me,
I am waiting patiently,
I’ll wait for a sign.

As conspiracies unwind,
Will you slam shut,
Or free your mind,
Or stay hypnotised.

When the Zetas fill the skies,
Will our leaders tell us why,
Fully loaded satellites,
Will conquer nothing but our minds.

And I’ve waited patiently,
And I wait for the sign.”
Phil suddenly started growing in confidence. Was it him, or did he actually sound good? In any case as his confidence grew, his performance got better and better.
“Carried through the centuries,
Secrets locked up,
And loaded on my back,
And it weighs me down.

When the zetas fill the skies,
It’s just our leaders in disguise,
Fully loaded satellites,
Will conquer nothing but our minds.

And I am waiting patiently,
And I’ll wait for the sign.
And I am waiting patiently,
I’ll wait for the sign”
“Phil…” said Eric. “Why didn’t you tell me you could sing! That was awesome! I’m not kidding dude. You’re miles beyond everyone else!
“I think we’ve got our band!” said Kirk happily. “All we need is a name…”

“Well we want everyone to remember us, so how about…”
“Lasting Impression!” yelled Phil suddenly. “Think about it, we want to leave an impression that’s so good it lasts ages! Good huh?”
“That’s it then. We are Lasting Impression! To seal the deal…”
Eric put his hand over the desk, and Kirk put his hand next to it, followed by Phil.
“One, two, three, LASTING IMPRESSION!”

“-then he realised it was his own grandfather!” concluded Anthony.
Both Anthony and Jenny burst out laughing.

“That’s hilarious! Oh my gosh I’ve may never heard a better joke! Seriously!” said Jenny.
She looked at a clock and suddenly realised how fast the time had gone.
“Oh wow it’s already six o’clock! You better go.” Jenny stood up, and Anthony followed him to the door.

“Thanks a ton for coming over today Anthony. I was bored out of my skull until you showed up,”
“Anytime,” said Anthony.

They had a quick hug, before Anthony set off home.

Jenny sighed. It had been a good day. She had made a new friend in Anthony, one she hoped would keep.

Elizabeth stirred feebly as she woke up from watching Deal or No Deal.

She had fallen asleep, but then again it was almost midnight. She got up slowly, not quite sure what was wrong with her.

She had done late-nighters before, but was never normally this tired. She switched the T.V. off and started to head to her bedroom.

Then it happened. She felt a sharp pain in her stomach area, and fainted.

There she lay, on the living room floor.

Elizabeth had been ready for a while now, but had been spending a lot of time combing her hair. It was already fine; she was just stood there thinking what to do.

She would have to tell Phil about the baby some time, but she wasn’t sure how, or when. She wasn’t sure whether tonight would be a good time to tell him or not. In fact she wasn’t sure that there would ever be a good time to tell him. Elizabeth sighed.

She has always wanted a family, and she always wanted to be with Phil, but being a mother at eighteen was something she had never anticipated or wanted.
“I may as well make the most of this date” she said to herself.

“Beep beep!”
Phil heard the horn of the taxi and got up to exit the house. Just as he closed the door he saw Jenny walking up the road.
“Hey, home from work a little late?”

“Yeah, these new hours are killing me. I can barely manage!”
Phil chuckled a little.
“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.”
He stepped into the taxi which began to drive to ‘The Hub’.

Jenny walked inside and picked up the telephone. She dialled her old homes number. The number of her parents.

“Hi mom, hi dad. It’s Jenny,” she said happily.
“Jenny dear! Wonderful to hear from you! How are you, how are you doing at work?”

“Work, ha! It’s going great but the pay only just makes up for the hours.”
“Don’t worry dear, it’ll get better. I promise”
“Well there is this one guy helping me through a bit. His name is Scott and he’s pretty… good.”
Jenny didn’t tell her mom in what way he was ‘good’. They weren’t exactly the most in tune people with youth and relationships.
“That’s great sweety. Anything in particular you want to talk about?”
Jenny was silent for a bit. She knew what might happen if she spoke about Phil, but with his birthday in three days, it was inevitable.
“Well…Phil.”
Immediately the cheerfulness that had been in the conversation evaporated. Though they were far away from each other, Jenny felt as if her mother had just given her a cold stare.
“What about him?” her mother managed.
Jenny fidgeted a little, slightly uncomfortable.
“Well it’s his birthday soon…”
“Oh excuse me dear I have to go. Nice to talk I’ll see you soon. Bye,” said her mom quickly, before Jenny could get a word in. Jenny sighed. She wasn’t sure if taking in Phil had been the best decision. It hadn’t been too bad, but it could have been much better. Phil was far from the best house-guest. She dialled Scotty’s number, but he wasn’t home.
“Where is he?” thought Jenny.

Nine pm. The Hub. Phil stepped out of the taxi and went into his favourite night club. Elizabeth was already there. He smiled, and wolf whistled. She looked up, and at that moment they both realised how much they’d missed each other. She ran towards him and they embraced. Phil kissed her.


“Man, I’ve missed you so much Lizzy,” said Phil softly.
“I’ve missed you too Phil. It’s been hell without you.”
“You wanna dance?” asked Phil.
Elizabeth thought for a moment. Dancing. She loved to dance, and she loved to sing. It was probably why she and Phil were such a good match. But should she really be dancing with a baby on the way? Then again, he would suspect something if she turned him down.

“I’d love to,” said Elizabeth, and she followed him to the dance floor.
They began to dance. Phil smiled.
“I love to see you dance,” he said grinning. “It just makes me fell, good. Don’t ask why…”

“I love to see you, period,” replied Elizabeth.
Phil smiled even more.


The DJ left the booth to a round of applause, so Phil suggested that they go upstairs to find a table.

The food was delicious, as always. Phil didn’t come to The Hub because of the food but he loved it none-the-less.
“I’m really having a great time with you Phil,” said Elizabeth.

“I’m having a great time with you too. Some of the best moments of my life are spent with you.”
Elizabeth couldn’t stand it anymore; she hated lying to Phil when he was being so honest to her.
“Phil there’s something I have to tell you,” said Elizabeth slowly.
“Sure, what is it?” asked Phil.
“Well, this…”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” said Phil, who was staring right past Elizabeth.
Elizabeth turned around to see what he was talking about. Scotty Kenta had just walked up, accompanied by a blonde girl. He kissed her, and asked for a table.


“Damn it, I don’t have my cell. I can’t take a picture!”
Phil just stared with rage at Scotty, who was going to get away with cheating on Jenny.
“If there’s one thing I can’t stand,” said Phil, “It’s people keeping secrets from their loved ones. Must tear them up inside keeping secrets like that, and they deserve it.”
Elizabeth stared at Phil, totally gob-smacked.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” asked Phil.
“Oh, I was just going to say this is the best time I’ve ever had with you,” said Elizabeth weekly.
Phil finished off his food and he stood up.

“Come on,” he said, “follow me.”
He took Elizabeth to the back of The Hub.
“I just want one last dance. One last dance before this wonderful date is over…”

Griffin Music Centre was only about a ten minute walk from Jenny’s home. She hadn’t ever actually been anywhere near it before, so it was a bit of a strange part of the town. When she looked at the building she realised how huge it was!


She hadn’t thought that music could be so broad. There were huge amps by the wall that were almost twice as tall as her! Jenny looked confusedly around the place. Two employees stood by the wall.
“Hah look at her! I bet I can get a sale in five minutes.”

The other shook his head. He didn’t like the way his fellow salesmen handled customers.

He always treated them as though they were stupid and tried to take advantage of them. Well he wasn’t going to let it happen if he could help it.
“Hey John, don’t look now but your ex just walked upstairs,”
“What!?” said John spinning around.
The other salesman laughed quietly and went over to Jenny. “Hey I‘m Antony. I’ve never seen you round here before. First time in Griffin?”

“Yeah. I never thought music could be so … big!”
He chuckled.
“Can I help you with anything?”“Well it’s my brother’s birthday soon and he loves guitars. But I don’t wanna spend too much. Do you have anything within a 100 simoleon margin?”

“Yeah we got some good cheap guitars upstairs. What type of music does your brother play?”
“Well…” began Jenny, “can I say a noisy type?”
They both grinned.
“I’m guessing something like rock then.”
Suddenly a man shouted at them.
“Antony get back to work! I’m not paying you to flirt!”
Antony put his face in his hand and his cheeks glowed red.

“Right sir, sorry for slacking.”
When the man was gone he whispered to Jenny,
“Sorry about him, he’s a right grump.”

They both grinned again. Antony pointed upstairs and both he and Jenny began to walk to the second floor.

Jenny’s moth widened in shock and Antony looked at her.
“You really don’t know a lot about music do you?” he asked.
“Ummmm, not really.”

Lots of guitars stood against walls, with more of the giant amps in the middle.
“Ok we just got some new Gibson explorers in which are 80 simoleons each.
They’ve got some pretty cool distortion effects so if you want to play some heavy rock they’re good. You think you’re brother would like them?”



“Probably. I mean I don’t really see him play it much but if it’s a guitar then I expect he’ll like it.”
Anthony smiled.
“Well if something goes wrong you can either ring this place or me at this number.”

He took out a little slip of paper and a pen so he could write his telephone number down, and then handed it to Jenny.
“Thanks,” she said, and then walked over to pay for the guitar.
The other salesman pulled Anthony back.
“Ha ha nice one!” he said grinning.
Anthony gave him a confused look.
“Don’t pull that face at me. You gave her your number! You know if that’s what you wanted to do you could have told me instead of saying my ex walked in and…”
“Can it,” interrupted Anthony. “I gave her my number for the reason I told her. Not so I could ‘chat her up’ or anything.”
John snorted.
“Whatever,” said Ant, and walked off.

Phil sat on the floor slightly bored. He was pretty happy with the pay, but concert piano wasn’t his type of music.

He turned his head as the door opened. His managing director walked in accompanied by the Pompous J. Bruce Ashton, the pianist.

“I trust the piano is ready?” asked Ashton.
Phil nodded.

“Phil can you come with me outside for a minute?” asked his manager.

Phil proceeded, expecting a lecture for ‘looking unprofessional’ in front of the client.

“Now I know that this isn’t your type of music or your dream job to say the least…”
Phil stood there, expecting to hear ‘but’ any moment.
“… So I’ve decided that, on account of your good work, we’re going to send you on a course.”

Phil raised his eyebrows and smiled a little.
“You will be accompanying a band as they record a new track, so you can learn what happens to a greater degree. And don’t worry; the band is one which I believe you will like.”

The manager began to walk toward the door, when he paused.
He spoke without turning around, “By the way I do know it is your birthday in four days, so don’t expect anything after this.”
Phil started silently laughing to himself. He had been lucky to get such a cool managing director.
“Wait!” shouted Phil.

The man turned around to face him, eyebrows raised.
“Which band is it?” he asked, fingers crossed behind his back.
There was silence for a moment, until the manager spoke the for words that Phil had been hoping for.
“Good Men Do Nothing.”

Phil dialled the number of his fellow musician friend Eric. He had been thinking for some time about how he could expand. He practiced almost every day, but just practicing wasn’t going to get him anywhere.
“Hey man,” said Phil.

“Wassup dude? I haven’t seen you in ages.”
“Well I got kicked out, so I’ve been spending most of my time dealing with my sis. How’s the Mrs?”
“Dude she’s not my wife!” said Eric laughing.
“Yeah but the way you go on about her… I don’t talk about Elizabeth that much!”
“Yeah yeah, I’ve heard it all before. So hows’ you?”
“I’m alright. I’ve been thinking, you know, what can I do to get further. Get my name out there some more. I mean practicing is good, but its not gonna get me a record deal is it?”
“Woah dude that is weird! I’ve been thinking the same thing! I’ve been playing the drums for about four years, but I haven’t ever had a gig or nothin’. Maybe we should start a band or something…?” he laughed.
Phil stood still for a little bit. He hadn’t thought of starting a band. But now that he thought of it, it might be his ticket to stardom!
“Hey, it’s worth a shot,” he replied to Eric.

“What? Dude I was joking!”
“Yeah, but it ain’t that far’ fetched is it? I mean we both rock, we’re both mates. Get a bassist and a singer and we’re ready to roll!”
“So you reckon we should hold auditions for them? Dude, ain’t no-one gonna show up!”
“Well you’d be surprised. A lot of people like music and a lot of people might wanna start a band.”
Eric was silent for a moment.
“OK then dude. How about I’ll design a flyer and hang them up, and then on Saturday we can have the auditions.”
“Alright then. Have em at your place. It’s big and we won’t have my sister intruding on us all the time. I’m having my hair done. See ya mate.”
“Later dude. And maybe if it all goes well, I won’t have to buy you a birthday present!”
They hung up. Suddenly Phil felt shocked. What with all the stress he had forgotten that his own birthday was on Monday. Eric, and probably Jenny and Elizabeth had all remembered, but he hadn’t. But what was more, he and his best mate had just agreed to try and start a band. Somehow for that moment he felt like they really could do well.
“You never know I guess,” he said to himself, before walking back to his room and putting on some music.

It was his favourite band, ‘Good Men Do Nothing’. He had been thinking of buying their album, but maybe he could hint to Elizabeth that he wanted it over their date. He laughed, and sung along with the lyrics.
“Have you seen what I’ve seen? No I don’t know what you mean. It’s a dark light that I see, but you’re staring straight at me.”
He realised that GMDN must have started small; in fact he recalled reading that they had formed when they were seventeen! Maybe it wasn’t too strange, thinking about making a band. He got into the awaiting taxi and went to have his hair cut.

When Jenny got home she immediately ran to the phone and dialled Scotty’s number.
“Hey sw…”
“Don’t talk. I need to come round your place right now.”
She didn’t bother changing out of her work outfit; Jenny just started walking over to Scotty Kenta’s condo.

It wasn’t very far away, and Jenny was quite fit, so she got there in no time. She knocked on the door, and Scotty answered it, fully clothed this time. Before either of them could say anything, Jenny barged into the house. She sighed and turned to Scotty.
“I don’t know what happened the other day, or why, but… I just can’t explain it.”

Scotty rolled his eyes. He’d been expecting something like this.
“Yeah, sure,” he replied.
This response seemed to confuse Jenny, who stood there looking puzzled for a little while.
“Oh come on Jenny you loved and we both know that!” he said.
Jenny was shocked at this. She thought that Scott might have been a gentleman, and apologized it just like her. But it turned out he was just some sleazebag.
“I wasn’t in my right mind! I definitely didn’t want it to happen!”
“Maybe not, but now you’ve had a taste, you’ll be addicted.”
Jenny recoiled in horror.

“I should have known you would just be some other slime-ball that only wanted me for my looks!”
“C’mon, you love it Jenny,” he said with a sly grin.
She glared at him.
“Alright, alright. I’ll just walk over into the bedroom, and you can leave, since you’re so un-attracted to me.”
He walked off through the gap into his bedroom, and lay down on his bed. Jennifer huffed, and headed toward the door. She grabbed the handle to close it behind her, when suddenly she ran back into the condo. She flew into Scotty’s bedroom and jumped on top of him.
“Oh Scotty, you’re just so great,” she told him in between kissing.

“I know, I know” he said to himself.
Jenny tried to laugh but she had no time. She had no idea how much she loved kissing, and Scotty was certainly the man to do it with. Soon, it was going further than Jennifer had expected. Whenever she was with Scotty, it was like she had no control. Jenny soon had her very first WooHoo.

She didn’t know that Scotty had had one with practically every woman in Denville, or that he planned to have another one on that same night.

When Phil got home he knew something wasn’t right. None of the lights were on in the house, and neither was the T.V. The door was locked, which indicated that she was out. He opened it with his keys, and said “Jenny?” No-one replied, so he scanned for a note. He found nothing. It wasn’t like Jenny to just take off without telling anyone. He got the phone and rang her mobile.

When Jenny’s phone went rang she was still lying in bed with Scott.
“Ugh, why do you have to ring now?” she said to the phone.
“Just ignore it,” suggested Scotty.
“I’ll just see who it is,” said Jenny, rolling over to look at the caller identity.

“Probably just some telemarketing scammer or whatever,” replied Scotty.
Jenny laughed, but the grin was soon replaced by a look of terror. “Oh crap it’s my brother,” she said.
“Why‘s that bad?” asked Scotty.
“He doesn’t know about us and, well he can be pretty stressful even if I am older than him.”
She got out of bad and began to get dressed. Scotty smacked his head and sat up.
“It’s none of his business what you do in your spare time. Just tell him to get lost.”
“Sorry but I have to get home now anyway,” replied Jenny.
He got up and gave her a long kiss.

“See ya,” he said.
After he heard the door shut, he got up and ran out to the living room and got the phone. “Hey Sandy it’s Scotty…”

Jenny opened the door and stumbled into her house panting. Phil looked up from his book and saw Jenny.
“Where’ve you been then?” he asked mischievously.
“None of your business,” said Jenny glaring at him.
Phil’s’ grin slid of his face.
“OK calm down I was just asking. As long as you haven’t been off with Scotty Kenta…” he laughed.

Jenny bit her lip. She was very smart, but wasn’t the best liar. Phil’s eyes widened in shock.
“You have!” he shouted.
“So what? Why does it matter to you?”
“It matters to me because you’re my sister. He’ll screw you!”
“Oh no he won’t!”

Jenny wasn’t listening to reason.
“He’s just some jerk who’ll use you for a while and then throw you aside for the next good looking girl.”
Jennifer’s nostrils flared.
“So you think that he couldn’t possibly love me? That I’m just some girl who gives him a cheap thrill? That I’m such a workaholic that I can’t show a guy a good time.”
“No Jenny that isn’t what I…” he began.
“Shut up! I don’t want to hear it. Just go play some music in your room and stop bothering me!”
“Jenny I’m only trying to…”
“NOW PHIL! YOU’RE LUCKY I’M NOT KICKING YOU OUT!”

Meanwhile at the Calaway apartment, Phil was pacing back and forth. He had got back from work, without a direct promotion. But his superior had been watching him and said that his skills might be required as a piano tuner for a concert. He was going to get paid almost twice as much. But this wasn’t the reason he was pacing.

“My life is a wreck at the moment. I’m doing well in my job, but my social and family life is dead,” he said to himself.
His sister had gone to the house of some guy who would try and hit on her, and probably succeed. But more personally, his girlfriend hadn’t called him back. He had no indication of thinking that she was away. He was sad, angry and worried all at the same time.He stared at his reflection. He had taken out the dye in his hair. He was in the process of growing it so it could be put into a mohawk, which made it looked a bit messy at the moment.

He picked up the phone and dialled Elizabeth’s number. If she was avoiding him, he would have to ring her from the house phone so she didn’t know it was definitely him. This time Elizabeth picked it up.
“Hello?” she asked.
A wave of relief washed over the worry and anger, and replaced it with joy.
“Lizzy! You’re back from… wherever you went. Where did you go?” asked Phil.
“I didn’t go anywhere Phil; it’s just that my life’s become a lot more hectic living on my own. I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry!” said Phil. I mean the only reason my life hasn’t been as hectic as yours is because I’m living with Jenny.”
He sighed.
“Oh yes how is she?” asked Elizabeth.
“Ummmm, she just got invited over to Scotty Kenta’s house.”
“What!? And you let her just go!? She’s never even met him she’ll be completely unprepared!”
Phil smacked himself in the face; he shouldn’t have just let her go.

“Listen my sister is really smart. She won’t be sucked in by him. He didn’t suck you in, and he probably tried right?”
This time Elizabeth sighed.
“Yeah, and he hasn’t ever come back to me since.”
She neglected to tell Phil that the only reason he hadn’t ever came back was because she told him her news. How did that work out? She had told some guy that tried to hit on her that she was pregnant, but not the father!“So how about we go to the hub on Friday?” asked Phil. “It’ll be the catch up date. Surely you‘ll be sorted out in three days time!” laughed Phil.

Elizabeth stared down. She wasn’t showing yet, and although she’d been having some morning sickness, the pregnancy hadn’t really taken its toll on her yet.
“OK,” she said.
“Great. I’ll meet you there at eight. See ya!” said Phil.
“OK, maybe my life isn’t that bad,” he said to himself, smiling.

Scotty hadn’t made his move yet. He was a bit unsure how to take it. She was clearly stunned by him, but she wasn’t like all the other girls he normally dated. She had half a brain. This meant he was unsure how fast to proceed.
“Woah hang on a second,” he said quickly. “I think I left my phone on silent. I gotta change that. Just stay here a minute, I’ll be right back.”
He climbed out of the tub and ran downstairs to the cupboard.

He climbed back into the tub, fully aware that the love potion had probably already started taking its toll on Jennifer.
“Sorry about that,” said Scotty, knowing that Jenny’s eyes were wide staring at him. “So what do you do for a living then?” asked Scotty.
“Well I, I, I work in law,” replied Jenny.
She was still speechless.
“I work in sport, well on my way to being a hall of famer I think,” he said, flashing another seductive smile.
Jenny sighed; it was as if she was melting.

Her brain certainly was. She couldn’t really think, and then suddenly she felt this yearning to kiss him. Kiss this man who she had known for about an hour. It wasn’t her own head saying it; it was this strange little voice she didn’t normally hear. The voice of the potion which she didn’t know Scotty had drunk. He knew that the potion was working, but he was just playing around with her.
“So,” he said, knowing he could pretty much say anything without it affecting her, “what’s your past with, boyfriends and stuff like that?”
“Well, I’ve never really been very serious with anyone,” she said. “How about you?”
She was getting more and more into him every second. The potion was designed to challenge even the strongest mind.
“Well, I’ve had some girls in the past.”
What an exaggeration that was. Scotty had lost count of the number of girls he’d had.
“But nothing serious,” he continued. “I can remember a lot of them, but none of them can compare to you. And that is meant to be a compliment.”
He winked at her.
“I’m surprised you’re not beating the guys off with a stick!” he said. He knew how to work his love potions. He knew that they made any compliment even greater than it was. She leaned forward to kiss him, the potion having completely taken over her brain.

Scotty played on, allowing her to come close, but just before she could kiss him, he stood up.
“Wow, time sure does fly sometimes! Looks like you’ll have to be going home soon. Sorry about that!”

They got out to dry off, Scotty finishing first. He went downstairs to wait for her. To the untrained eye it would seem that he had blown his chance, but he knew what he was doing. She soon came down. He suspected that he had another hour left of the potion. They didn’t last very long after all.
“Just before you go I want to show you something. Follow me,” he said.
Of course Jenny followed. Under the influence of the potion, she would do almost anything that he said. He went into his cupboard; as if he was going to pick out something. Jenny stood behind him, wondering what he was going to get out. Then, without warning, he spun around and kissed her.

He gave her the kiss that the potion had made her long for. Eventually their lips parted. Jennifer swooned. He pulled her onto the bed, and they made out. She was swept up by this man. Jenny was not acting like herself, but she didn’t care. This was also not like herself; she was too distracted by the man she was making out with. Scotty achieved his goal, but he had also gone one step further than what he had hoped.

Elizabeth was sat down on the sofa watching the ‘SBN’. She was trying to relax. She was so uptight at the moment. When the phone rang she nearly screamed.
“Calm down,” she told herself.
She looked at the caller identity, which read ‘Phil Calaway’. She didn’t pick it up, she was too afraid. It went onto answer-phone.
“Hi Lizzie! It’s Phil!” she heard his voice say laughing.

“I haven’t seen you around lately and you haven’t called. Is everything ok? Maybe we could go out for dinner when you get this message. Call me back when you can.”
He made kissy noises on the end of the phone and hung up. She covered her face with her hands. Lying and avoiding Phil was killing her. But if she told him… he was only 20 and she was only 18. IT would be the end of the relationship she loved so much. They were too young to have a child. She would just have to think of something.

At the Calaways, Phil was playing his guitar along to the music. He liked to sing along as well; although he himself didn’t think he was a good singer. He loved music. Always had, and always would.
“But rock-stars don’t live with their sisters,” he thought to himself.
He had just a few days ago got a job as a record store clerk. He had thought to himself, all rockers start somewhere small.“OK SimCity, are you ready to rock!?” he shouted. “Running out! Our time is running out!” he sang to no-one in particular.

“Woah woah woah woah!” said a voice from the door. “What did I say about playing too loud?”Phil turned around to see his sister stood at the door looking both shocked and angry simultaneously.

“I’m not playing to loud,” Phil snorted. “What do you think I’m gonna play super-quiet. That’s not practice!”
“No I don’t expect you to play super-quiet but … are you on my computer?”
Her eyes locked onto the computer which was running.
“I’m just playing music on it,” he said sheepishly.
“I don’t want you using up all my hard-drive for your songs Phil!” she yelled at him. “If you want to store songs on a computer, then buy laptop. Not that you could afford it. You’re already stiffing me on rent.”
Phil stared at his feet, ashamed.

“Look, I just got a job; soon I’ll have the money to pay this rent plus something extra to make up for it,” he said quietly.
He picked up his guitar and took it back into his small bedroom. Just before he locked the door, he shouted something.
“You have an email by the way!”
Jenny raised her eyebrows, and sat down on the seat, intrigued. She read the message from Scott, and smiled.
“That’s nice of him, introducing himself,” she thought.
She replied to him, “Hi, it’s Jenny Calaway.
Thank-you for the email. I’ll see if I can drop by tomorrow since it’s my day off.
Sincerely, Jenny.”
She lay down on the sofa, smiling. At least she seemed to have made a new friend.

The next day, Phil got up early. He snuck into the shower, ate, and got dressed for work. He was on his way out when Jenny opened the door and walked out. She narrowed her eyes as she saw what Phil was wearing.

“Why on Earth are you wearing that?” she queried.
“Oh,” said Phil, blushing slightly. “It’s for a fancy dress thing we’re doing at work today. I’m going as Jeff Hardy, you know – the professional wrestler?”
“Well first off no, I don’t know Jeff Hardy. And second, how did you manage to afford this get-up when you couldn’t pay me rent?”
“I made it,” said Phil confidently.
Jenny burst out laughing.
“You can’t sew to save your life!”
Did I say I made it? I mean I borrowed it,” said Phil.
He was slowly loosing his confidence.

“Who did you borrow it from?” asked Jenny.
“I, I…OK I didn’t borrow it I bought it,” he confessed. “I bought it a few days ago and I couldn’t pay the rent because of it. It’s just that if I show the people at work that I’m cool and I can have a laugh as well as working hard, I might get promoted! And that is the absolute truth, I promise.”
Jenny glared at him.
“That’s the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard. But knowing you…”
“Trust me,” interrupted Phil. “Trust me this will work. I am your brother, trust me!”
“I will I will!” shouted Jennifer.
Phil jumped into the air a little and hugged Jenny.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” he cheered.
He proceeded to run out the door when Jenny said “Hold up.”
He turned around.
“What time do you finish work?” she asked. “Because it’s my day off and I’m going to meet a friend today.”
“Gee, I wonder who that is,” Phil thought to himself.
“I get back at 1 o’clock,” he said.
“Okay well I’m leaving at about midday so here you have the keys,”

She handed him the house-keys before going back to her bedroom.
“Well I got a promotion to get, so see ya sis and be careful,” said Phil, heading out the door.
Jenny turned her head.
“What would I need to be careful about?” she asked.
“Oh,” said Phil. He didn’t want her to know he had read her email. “Just, you know. Busy roads and cars and stuff… bye!” he ran out the door and got into the awaiting car pool.

Meanwhile, over in 10 Compton Road, a girl sat nervously on the sofa. Her name was Elizabeth Hayden. Elizabeth had lived in Denville her entire life, ever since she was a baby. She was only 18 years old, but at this point in time; she felt a whole lot older. She had moved out not that long ago, and had had some insane experiences since then. She stared sideways at the phone which hung on the wall. Much unlike the Calaways, Elizabeth generally had good relationships with her mother. After her dad died, they had to come together and it helped them a lot. They only had one big disagreement – her boyfriend.
Elizabeth thought to herself, “She hates him; she’ll never forgive me if I tell her, but I have to.”

Elizabeth picked up the phone and dialled her mother’s number.
“Mom, its Elizabeth. I have to tell you something but I’m not sure if you’ll like it.”
“Well you know you can tell me anything dear,” her mother replied.
Elizabeth took a deep breath.
“Mom, I’m pregnant, and Phil is that father.”
The phone clicked dead: her mom had hung up. She fell back onto the sofa and cried. How had she got herself into this mess? She couldn’t tell Phil. Not after what had just happened with her own mother.