When Jason spoke, Avery was in the middle of belting out a particularly high note, with an air microphone and one foot cocked up on her bed with her head thrown back. She instantly fell on her ass and looked over at the intruder, yelling out as she fell and muttering an "ouch" as she stood and rubbed her ass. It smarted like a bitch, but she supposed that's what she got for trying to be a superstar.<strong>"Hey Jase. I've missed your face."</strong><br/><br/>Avery gave him a bright smile, trying to lighten his face up. She wasn't quite sure what was up with him, but she figured it wasn't anything a long lunch at some down home out of the way grease diner and shopping for new fancy trinkets couldn't fix. That was their thing, they ate at all sorts of restaurants, and treated each other to small gifts afterwards (sometimes that cost more than a used car). The Tell's were wealthy, and Avery had no problem enjoying that luxury. She didn't flaunt it, but she wasn't going to rebuff the benefits that came with it. There was no point in getting righteous and saying that having money was a bad thing.<br/><br/><strong>"I was thinking that maybe later we could go have one of our "dates." You can tell me all about why you look like your dog just got ran over in front of you."</strong>Avery gave him a half hearted smile, showing that she truly did care, and wasn't being an insensitive bitch. She walked over to him, sticking out a hand.<strong>"Whattdya say champ?"</strong>