the greatest music festival of all time: Woodstock (kinda m.)

Jack: Now it was my turn to frown slightly, and opened only one eye to look at her, and the camera. "Just a suggestion, then you'd definitely know what you're writin' about."

Aubree: I sigh and rub my forehead. I'm not an investigative journalist. I mean these people and I are on two completely different planets. And yet the best stories happen because somebody was on the inside. I slip off the car and turn my camera off. "Know where I can get some clothes then?"

Jack: I smiled innocently at her as I hopped off the car. "I think so, follow me." I then led her to another group, a couple people I met when I was making my way out here. I chatted with them a little bit, and one girl, Breeze, was more than happy to let Aubree borrow some of her clothes. I thanked them, and hoped they had a good time before I headed back to my car.

Aubree: "Breeze" gave me a thin white dress, some oversized tee shirts, a pair of leggings, and some funky earrings she hand made and insisted I have. I head back to Jack's car and look aroud. Where to change, where to change... Everyone seemed pretty content with just changing out in the open, but I'll be damned if that'll happen. Guess that onky leaves on real option. I crack open the car door and get inside. "Peak and you're dead," I say before closing the door.

Jack: I chuckled and grinned a little. I leaned back on the front bumper, my back facing the windshield, "I wouldn't dream it." I assured her.

Aubree: I hurriedly take the pins out of my hair and change into the dress. If the others could see me bow, they'd be laughing up a storm. I start taking off my make up, which is way easier said than done when you've got a bottle of water and the bottom of a shirt. I slip on the earrings and get out again, holding my pumps in my hand. "So, do I meet approval?"

Jack: I looked at Aubree, and gave her a thumbs-up, and a half-smile. "You'll fit in just fine." I answered honestly.

Aubree: "I better," I mutter as I give my feet an unapproving glance. I can't remember the last time I was out in public without heels. Was this even normal?I pick up my camera and smooth down my skirt. "Now let's go meet your friends."

Jack: I wasn't too sure about that, I mean, some of the people I knew were fine, while others I didn't trust. "Okay." I said before leading her through the crowd, hoping no one would start something.

Aubree: I raise my camera and start filming people again as we go. I should be fine as I remember a few things. Don't take drinks or sugar cubes, be polite, refuse hits of anything, agree with eerything.

recap me?

Jack: I slowed my pace so I was walking next to her. We came upon my buddies, the ones who took all of my drugs. A couple of them wolf-whistled at her, which I was sure she wouldn't appreciate, and neither did I. "All right, guys, knock it off." I told them.

(The kids stole some clothes and are running around, Aubree's trying to do a story about hippies for the newspaper and is dressed as one, Jack is leading her around, Rose offered to help Mikey and Jacob get the kids back.)

aha...mmkay.

Aubree: I frown a bit as I hear the whistles. Be it New York or out here in the middle of nowhere, there's always that one group of assholes. But now isn't the time for a comeback. "Hey everyone," I say cheerfully.

Jack: Most of them replied like decent human beings with 'Hey's and 'Hello's, but there were those same two guys watching her with obvious intentions. I unexplainably wanted to deck both of them. "Everyone, meet Aubree." I introduced her, putting a smile on my face. I pointed to each person as I said their name, surprisingly I remembered them. At least my good friend Ethan was there to make sure everybody behaved.

Aubree: "Nice to meet you guys," I say with a smile. Most of then actually seem pretty cool. Keyword being most. I hold up my camera and smile sheepishly. "I hope you don't mind, but my bro really wanted me to film some things for him. He wanted to come, but he's got a baby to take care of."

Oops, what'd I miss?

Nothing much. Rose offered to drive around to find the kids, Aubree's going undercover for her story and just met Jack's friends.

Jack: 'Nice lie.' I thought as I stuffed my hands into my jeans pockets. "That's just fine." Ethan said with a friendly smile. He was originally from Texas, so he had an accent. "His kid, I'm assumin'?" He continued.

Aubree: "Well, on the inside it is" I say as I sit down next to them. "His girlfriend just had the baby a year ago with this douche. He met her when she was pregnant and takes care of it like it's his own." Hippies like stories like that, right? Universal love? "I couldn't tear him away from that, y'know?"

Jack: Almost everyone nodded in understandment. I had to bite back a smile, amused they believed Aubree. "That's sad...but at least it's okay now." A pitch-black haired girl said softly. "So, what's their names, if you don't mind me askin'?" Ethan intrigued once again. Maybe he doubted she was telling the truth.

Aubree: "My brother's name is Mark, the girl Kinley. Their son's name is Ryan," I say easily. I just hope I can remember that later, otherwise I'm screwed. "So, what do you say? Mind saying hi? It'll onky take a sec."

So what do you want to do here, Pavo? Keep going with Annabel and co?

Sure. Spired will probably come back too... Tomorrow.