time for you to go out go out into the world

[skepticgirl_1]

It was almost my birthday. Which was, you know, great. I would finally be eighteen. That arbitrary age when the whole world opened up to you and you were officially an adult. Steve was planning a ridiculous, fun birthday party for me, so I was sure to grow up in style.

But I was having mixed feelings.

For one thing, of course, I wanted my family here. I had friends, so the loss of those friends back home -- short of SmallvilleGuy -- didn't hurt as much. But I always imagined turning eighteen with my family there, at least in some part. Now I was going it alone.

And then there was Jake. I didn't know where we stood now that I was reaching adult age. Everything between us was fine, but would we still live together? Did he want me to go? Did I want to go? I wasn't sure.

So instead of doing anything about it, I sat at the table, pushing my food around on my plate, not paying attention to a word Jake was saying to me.

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[gayest_crew]

"If you're good at your job, you won't," Jake said, sending a wink her way. "Just try your best. Don't end up in jail if you can. There are only so many strings I can pull, you know."

And he'd pull them but if he kept doing that over and over, he was going to get called out.

[skepticgirl_1]

I grinned at the wink. He had a point. But, also, if I was good at my job, I would be where the trouble was, and sometimes on the wrong side of the law. Because the law, sometimes? Wasn't doing what it was supposed to be doing.

"I'll do my best," I promised. It was the least I could do.