Review:

As you can see, I am on a basic_spaces roll; her fics are just so good, I only wish that she had more. This JeTi is just... ugh, it both warms and hurts me. Not that it's an angst fic by any means - it definitely isn't. I love her characterization of JeTi and even though I'm usually not a fan of second person, it works wonderfully here. Fics like this remind me of why I'm happy to be a Surfer.

Excerpt:

"You didn't have to show that to me as I was getting mascara applied, you know. That's seriously stuff of the devil."

"Well, if that's not the best time to cry of laughter, than I don't know what is," Tiffany grins all wide with her stupid crescent eyes, different (you swear, brighter, wrapped up special) when it's for you. She leans back into the chair, eyebrow raised, waiting. But really, all you want to do is make her stop shining so brightly in your eyes, stop making you feel dizzy, wired off of something different, something stronger, than cough medicine and caffeine.