Synopsis (as of now): Jaune couldn't ask for a better life. He was a hardworking part-timer, an honor student, a great friend, a great son, a great brother, and a wonderful boyfriend. He couldn't ask for more. However, as he was approaching his 17th birthday, things begin to take a turn. And it all started with his father receiving a phone call...about Jaune.

This story is a romantic comedy-drama. The story would go into series of flashbacks and the present to relate to this current story. This series is a vanilla-lemon series. Welcome to the new series, Jaune's Sisters.

Jaune Arc was turning seventeen in a couple of days. He had one gift in mind. Pinned, circled, and etched in red on his bulletin board was the 1965 Vespa Super Spot 180. He desired the Vespa after seeing his favorite anime, FLCL's Haruko Haruhara riding it. Ever since then, he was in love with the Vespa, fantasizing it through drawings and sketches. He would get a used wash bucket and two used tires, sitting in the driveway imagining that he was riding his Shooting Star to places unknown. He had a playlist to go with his ride. The blonde had everything to make his debut with his Shooting Star.

He saved his pocket money over the past few months to acquire such a gem. His father promised that he would contribute whatever Jaune couldn't scrap. It was the least that his father could do since Jaune was filling in his end of the bargain of keeping up with his grades, managing his part-time job, and keeping himself out of trouble.

He gave his future Vespa a final kiss before seeing the clock on the wall. It was a quarter after eight in the morning. He was about to be late for work again. The blonde grabbed his cap and satchel. He hurriedly left his bedroom and headed towards the door.

He was beelining his way past his waking sisters as they were heading for breakfast. On Sundays, it was the only day off where he and his family lazed around. It could be him but collecting fees for the newspaper was going to sell itself. He sighed as he passed the sizzling of bacon and clinking plates as he headed towards the door.

"Wait a second, kiddo!" He was mid-opening the door when heard the savory voice of his mother from the kitchen. "I've called your boss and told him that I will be keeping you. He says it's okay." He heard the tapping of her spatula, a tell-tale sign when she means business. "Have you a seat and we will fix you a plate."

He put his symbol of occupation down and entered the warmth of the kitchen. Their stove was on the fritz so his mother brought out the wood-burning stove. It wasn't a perfect sight to see, but it could make great cornbread and butter pound cake after church, the blonde thought. His eldest sister, Jan, moved aside for him to sit. Meanwhile, his middle sister, Jenna made a plate for him. Scrambled eggs, grits, and homemade bacon. Poor pigs, happy Jaune.

His portly father groomed his mustache as he looked at the paper and took another sip of his black coffee. Like Jaune, his father didn't have long before going to work himself. His father worked with carpentry on the weekends. It was side work from his job working at the steel mill. It wasn't desired work, but it put bread on the table. He was mocking his father in his mind when thinking of it. "Rye or Pumpernickel, you are grateful to choose."

"So, Jauney. Your birthday is in a couple of days. Anything you want to do?" It was his youngest sister Joey who asked the question. His young Kickapoo, or his personal nickname, was the curious type. At six years of age, she was inquisitive and intuitive. A bit of his chagrin, but he wouldn't refuse his little sister.

"I just want it to be simple, you guys," he said with a mouthful of grits in his mouth. He swallowed his sweet and buttery goodness. "You guys, a couple of friends from the Academy." He took another bite of grits. "Oh, Dad! Cake! This has to be cake at this party."

His father affirmed him by his nodding. He took another cup of coffee before brushing his mustache. "Well, son, cooking is my specialty. Chocolate or triple chocolate?"

"The deluxe, go crazy," said Jaune. "Also, good music. Something like Disclosure, The Fray, or Green Day. Also, Gucci Mane and any other trap music. Has to be a variety."

His younger sister Junko bumped shoulders with their sister Jenna. "Probably because he wants something to bump and grind to for Yang."

Junko received a slap to her hand from her mother. "Junko, language." She looked at her son as she slid another spoonful of eggs on his plate. "And I think it is a lovely idea to bring your little girlfriend, Jauney."

He blushed as he nervously drank his orange juice. "Yeah, no problem. I plan to it."

Having Yang Xiao Long at the party is the sole reason for having a party. Without Yang, there wouldn't be a party. He and Yang have gone steady over the last few months. It was Yang who introduced herself to him. They were in Algebra II together. They were deskmates. It was on a sheet of paper that Yang used as an icebreaker to set the tone of their relationship.

Do you want to go out? Yes? No? Maybe?

Yang didn't beat around the bush. The following week, the duo started going out. She was more of the assertive type whereas he was submissive unless when appropriate. Their kindling relationship felt rushed as if he didn't have much time to process. As time went on, their feelings grew.

Now, he fully accepted their relationship.

What he didn't tell his family was the following the celebration, he, Yang, and a few others were going to the skating rink where they were hosting a lock-in. According to his friend, Lie Ren, he and Nora were able to sneak alcohol and stashed it for their pleasure. Nora worked at the skating rink so it was an advantage, the blonde thought. However, what the family did know was that he was going to hang out with Lie Ren and then crash at his and Nora's apartment.

All-in-all, Jaune Arc's seventeenth birthday is going to be an eventful night.

"So, Jauney. Are you going to let Yang ride your Shooting Star or she is going to ride you," asked Junko teasingly before Jaune tossed a balled napkin to her face. "Hey!"

"Hey, yourself," he interjected. "You are nine years old and too young to talk like that."

A haughty laugh came from their father's mouth. "Glad to see someone in the family is developing responsibility." He looked at Jaune. "And speaking of responsibility, you have the available cash to buy this contraption?"

"Yes, sir. I've left it on your nightstand," said Jaune.

"Where I keep me liquor and spirits," asked his father.

"Very space."

His father slapped the table. "That's me lad here." He looked at his watch. "Kids, honey, I am getting ready for work." He drank the rest of his coffee. "If you want anything while I am out, look to someone else. Like a certain sweetheart who recently got her license returned. Right, Jan?"

The eldest Arc blew a raspberry. "Yes, Dad."

"A stubborn lassie, me oldest. But I love her," said their father. "If you want, Jaune, I can drop you off at your route."

"All right," he said as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I wouldn't mind saving a few minutes of exercise."

"Color me bad, son," said his father. "Plus, I thought some one-on-one talk wouldn't hurt."

His father signaled as he turned out of their sleepy bedroom suburbia. He didn't come from the richest community, but he wasn't certainly the poorest. As the town of 20,000 formed a merger with a former village, the town itself was converting into a city. It was a plan to unite and consolidate their part of their district.

It was his city, his town, the place where he was born and raised reminded him of a single gigantic creature. Better yet a single collective entity created by many intertwining organisms. The countless arteries stretch to the ends of its elusive body, circulating a continuous supply of fresh blood cells, sending out new data and collecting the old, sending out new consumables and collecting the old, sending out new contradictions and collecting the old. It didn't make sense. It doesn't have to make sense. This was his city. A city where and what made Jaune Arc the way he is.

Jaune asked if he pulled down the window so he could smoke. His father permitted. They were both smokers. His father often thought that Jaune smoked before him. It was their little secret without worrying Mother Arc. He used the cigarette lighter from the console to light his cancer stick. He took a few puffs. He reached for his headphones to listen to some music until his father dropped him off. The neighborhood was a few minutes drive, but about an hour if on a bike.

The air was as crisp and sweet as one of the apples in the orchard they passed by the corner. Of course, he shouldn't know how good they were, but he did. There were a few trees in reach of the wooden post and rail fence and all he had to do was reach in nice and quick. He could tell that the ground was wet underfoot and he knew when he got in the front entrance, his shoes were going to squeak right down over waxed corridor. The clouds weren't too threatening today, just a little grey, and the wind was starting to feel more like the blast one would get from opening the refrigerator door than the summer breeze he had been used to these past few months.

"Seems like Goodwitch's orchard is starting early," said Jaune as he inhaled his cigarette.

"Sure has," said his father very faintly. He lowered the volume on the radio. He wasn't the type to really listen to music. He gripped the steering wheel tightly. Jaune knew that something was on his mind as the duo continued driving.

They were half-way when Jaune's father pulled over to the shoulder of the road. He turned off the engine. Jaune's father took off his glasses. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. He tilted his head as if pressure was on his brain. Jaune pulled out his headphones. Something was in the midst. And he figured that it was something that he didn't want to be said in front of his sisters.

He took deep breaths, followed by a heavy sigh.

"Son," his father paused. He took deep breaths. His grip on the steering wheel alerted Jaune that something heavy was on his father's mind. "Son, I got a phone call from Mr. Long last night. He sounded remotely upset."

Jaune felt the chill on his spine. Nervously, he answered. "Upset? Upset for what?"

"Well, that is something I can hopefully hear from you."

Jaune wiped his face with his sleeve. The shivery feeling remained. His hands twitched. His stomach felt like butterflies. His mind began to flood like a swimming pool. "Dad, I...I...what can Mr. Long be upset about?"

"Oh, honey," his father answered in a disapproving tone. "I thought you would answer differently than that." He reached into the glove compartment. Inside, he grabbed a pack of condoms. "Son, are you familiar with these?"

"Yes, sir."

"Tell me why you weren't using these earlier?" He gripped them tightly. "Tell me what were you thinking before you did what you did."

"Dad, I have always, I mean, always used them when I have sex."

His father pulled out his cell phone. He displayed two images. Jaune's eyes widened by seeing the black and white grainy images.

"Explain what you were doing that day with Yang...and Ruby?"

Jaune's hands were clammy. His tongue was getting dry. His cheeks were tensed. He was cornered and had no way to go.

"Jaune, I can't say that I am more upset than disappointed. We have taught you better than that," said his father. "What I want to know is what and why would you do such a thing? Why weren't you being smart?"

"I can...I can explain, Dad."

His father crossed his arms. "Your mother was kind enough to talk with your boss. My contractor was kind enough to get the day off. No matter what, son, I will always love you." He took another breath. "What I want to hear is the truth and how did you get not only one but two sisters, Jaune." He slapped the steering wheel. "Right here, right now. What happened with you guys? If this man is accusing my son, then I must know the truth."

"Dad, may I take a smoke before I began my story," asked Jaune nervously.

"Please."

Jaune inhaled deeply with his cigarette. His hands were rattled and he couldn't even hold onto it.

"It started when I came over and chilled with Yang at her mother's apartment."

Three months earlier….

"Jaune, baby, you know my birthday is around the corner."

"Of course, Yang. How would I forget?"

"I know, my love. I know you wouldn't. You are an awesome boyfriend."

"You are an awesome girlfriend."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

"So, for your birthday, what gift do you have in mind?"

"It is very special. Special that you won't find in stores."

"Oh, you want a handmade gift."

"Something like that. However, it's a bit different. Promise you won't get mad?"

"Mad for what? I have no problem of making a gift for you."

"It's more than just a gift. It's...well, she is very precious and delicate to me."

"What...who?"

"Ruby."

"Ruby?"

"For my birthday, I want you to receive Ruby. That is your gift to me."

"Ruby?"

"Yes, love. As a gift, I want you to take Ruby's gift. It's y'all's gift to me."

To be continued….