Disclaimer: I don't own Holes
Summary: Jacob tried to help people. Marion tried to help Jacob. They haven't always walked the same path but they are together always. Eventually, their destinies cross and intertwine.
*I never got a good look at Mr. Pendanski's and Mr. Sir's eyes so their eye colors may be wrong. Also, Mr. Sir (Marion) is eighteen in this and Mr. Pendanski (Jacob) is eight*
Jacob Conrade stared at his feet, his dark hair hiding his greenish-blue eyes from view. He was wearing a cream colored dress shirt tucked into black shorts. His sleeves were rolled up a little pass his elbows and his wrist watch was obviously broken. He thought about going back inside before his father showed up but a black truck came up and honked at him.
He got up and walked over to it, trying to hide the fact that his whole body ached. "You are late." Jacob said to the man in the drivers seat.
"And you're grumpy." The man said, a smile crossing his features. His brown hair was slicked back and his dark brown eyes were hidden beneath a pair of sunglasses.
Jacob rolled his eyes and got in the truck. He threw the backpack he had been wearing into the back and buckled his seat belt. The man, Marion Sevillo, watched as Jacob moved. Noting that he moved slowly and stiffly. "Where you wanna go?" Marion asked.
"Anywhere but here." Jacob said and begun to play with his broken watch. Marion leaned over and took both of Jacob's hands in his own. The action made Jacob look up at him. Marion leaned in close, so their noses almost touched.
"I can take care of it, you know." He said quietly. Jacob knew what Marion really meant.
"I can deal with it myself." Jacob said, staring Marion dead in the eye. Marion leaned back slightly, only slightly.
"Okay." Marion said than leaned close again. He kissed Jacob's forehead. "Whatever you want." He whispered. The drive went on in silence before Marion smiled and turned to Jacob.
"You wanna get somethin' to eat?" He asked. Jacob smiled and nodded in turn.
"I'll have the bacon cheese burger with fries and a chocolate milk shake." Marion said, closing his menu and handing it to the waitress. She smiled and looked at Jacob.
"And you dear?" She asked.
"Uh, can I have the chicken tenders with mashed potatoes and gravy?" Jacob asked, keeping half his face hidden behind the menu.
"Of course you can, dear. Would you like biscuits with that?"
Jacob nodded slowly.
"What would you like to drink?"
"Pepsi, no ice, please." He handed her the menu.
"Alright than, I'll be back with your drinks and food in a bit." She said than left.
Marion smiled at Jacob's shyness. The younger male had always been shy around other people and, to put it bluntly, Marion found it cute. Jacob's cheeks were pink and he kept a small smile on his lips. "Ya' know your adorable when you're all shy." Marion said.
"I'm not adorable." Jacob said, a small pout on his face.
"Sorry, what I meant to say was unbearably cute and innocent." Marion said but quickly realized he had said the wrong thing.
Jacob turned his head quickly to the side and stared at the ground, "I'm not innocent." Jacob scoffed and looked disgusted by himself.
Marion reached across the table and took Jacob's hand in his own, "Love you."
"Love you, too." Jacob said and the waitress came over.
"Here you boys go." She said and gave them their food.
"Thank ya'." Marion said.
"Thank you." Jacob said. The waitress turned to leave but Marion held out his hand.
"Wait, can you get him a sundae? He's had a bad day." Marion said and the waitress nodded.
Jacob looked up at Marion, "Marion,"
"It's okay. I'm payin' for ya'." Marion grinned and the waitress smiled. By the time the two had finished she returned with a sundae.
"Thank you." Jacob said, a firece blush on his face.
"Course' dear." She said, placing the check on the table.
Night time approached and the two were laughing like kids in a candy store. Jacob had, had four sundaes and Marion three slices of banna cream pie.
"Okay, okay!" Marion said and than took a sip of his fourth milkshake. Keeping the milkshake in his mouth, he squirted some ketchup in his mouth. He gagged.
"Hahahaha!" Jacob laughed with delight. "You see! I told you it would taste bad!"
Marion whiped his tongue with some napkins. "I was only gagging because I saw your face." He said and Jacob punched him playfully in the arm. As they left Marion was stopped by the waitress, "You have a very cute little brother." She said with a smile.
Marion opened his mouth to say they weren't brothers but stopped himself. He smiled back, "I know. He's the best little brother in the world."
When Marion made it to the truck Jacob was sipping a rootbeer, he had taken out the cooler in the back. Jacob jumped into his seat and Marion started the car, "So, what did that waitress want?" He asked.
"Nothin'." Marion pulled out and drove towards the park. "She just said that I have a very cute little brother." He said.
"I didn't know you had a-" Jacob froze, realizing what Marion meant. "Oh...w-what did you say?" He looked scared to hear what Marion had to say.
"I said 'I know' and 'I have the best little brother in the world'." Marion said and Jacob smiled.
"Y-you really see me as your little brother?" He asked, staring at his feet. Marion smiled, "Of course I do."
"You...you think I'm the best in the world?" Jacob asked looking at Marion, his cheeks were pink and he had a small smile on his lips.
"The absolute best in the whole wide world." Marion said and Jacob smile grew. Marion loved Jacob's smile, a lot of people did. When they arrived at the park Marion and Jacob got in the back. Marion laid on his back and Jacob curled into his side.
"I really don't wanna go home." Marion said.
"Neither do I." Jacob said quietly. Marion rubbed his side and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Do you have to?"
Jacob nodded, "Yeah. He...gets really bad mad when I'm home late." Jacob says and Marion sighed.
"I know." Marion said quietly. "I know."
"Now, call me if you need something. Anything." Marion said, hugging Jacob tight.
"I will."
"No you won't but you better!" Marion said and kissed Jacob on the forehead. "Be careful!"
"I will." Jacob said than took his backpack and got out the truck. He walked slowly up to his house and swallowed. He turned around to see Marion watching him, a worried look on his face.
"I'll be fine." He said and Marion nodded, waving goodbye. Jacob stepped inside to find a few cases of beer on the counter. The rest of the house was pitch black and abnormally quiet. He quietly tip-toed into the living room. Befoe he could make it to the basement, where he slept, however, the light clicked on and he froze.
"You're home late, Jacob." Jacob's father, David, said. David, like Jacob, wasn't very tall with dark hair and a small build. He was wearing a pair of black pants and a white t-shirt. He narrowed his dark eyes at Jacob, "Where have you been?"
Jacob pressed himself aganist the wall, "Oh, uhm...out." He said, staring at his feet. His breathing quickened and he knew looking up would be a death wish.
"Out where?" David asked, taking a beer out the case.
"Dinner, with a friend." Jacob said quietly.
David laughed, "Don't lie to me, Jacob. You don't have any friends." He took a long drink. "Tell me the truth. Now."
"I-I am." Jacob said, trembling. He swallowed when David took a step forward.
"Come with me." David said, his gaze daring Jacob to disobey. Jacob did as he was commanded and slowly followed his father into the other room. When they were at David's room Jacob was trembling. "Lay down on the bed. On your stomach." Daivd said, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
Jacob laid down and David soon crawled over him. Jacob could smell the alcohol in his father's breath and he knew that there was no getting out of this. His father's hands petted his sides and he tensed. David chuckled, "Now, now. Don't get so worked up. This is your punishment for staying out so late and lying to me. Take it like a man."
"Yes, sir." Jacob said quietly but he still couldn't relax.
David rested his weight on the small of Jacob's back. He leaned down and whispered into Jacob's ear, "Mmm, you are such a naughty boy. You deserve this." He laughed.
Jacob opened his eyes and let out a low groan of pain. He looked around to see his father had already got up for work. He slowly pushed himself up and retreated to the basement, his "bedroom". The only problem with that was the fact he didn't have a bed and the fact that it was more of a dungeon than anything. He laid down in the pile of newspapers that acted as a bed and curled up to sleep.
When he was younger, before his mother died, he slept in his parents room. Everything changed when she died. David and Jacob had never been close, but that day David snapped and begun to beat him. Jacob could only take the beatings and the "punishments" that his father gave him. He pulled a small sack over his thin frame than went to sleep. Later into the evening, he was so glad it was summer break, he got up and took a shower.
He showered for a long time and seemed hell bent on scraping his father's horrible scent off himself. He ceased when his arms and legs started to bleed and when he felt his stomach turn in disgust. He stepped out and soon heard the phone downstairs ring. He quickly put his boxers and shorts on, than ran downstairs. He lived in a two story house with four bedrooms, but he wasn't allowed to sleep in any of them.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Jacob? What's wrong? You sound awful!" Marion said.
"Nothing. You need something?" Jacob asked, he had an awful headache suddenly.
"Naw. Just wanted to make sure you were alright. You wanna come over today?" Marion asked.
"Yes! I mean, yeah, sure." Jacob said and Marion laughed over the phone. "Great! I'll be over in a couple mintues."
Jacob rushed back to the bathroom and put the rest of his clothes on. By the time he finished combing his hair, Marion was already blaring his horn. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Jacob yelled, rushing back down the stairs. He wore khaki brown shorts with a sky blue dress shirt and his favorite black work boots. They were his favorite mainly because they were his only pair of shoes.
"You're taking forever!" Marion chuckled and passed him a bag of chips. "Here, eat the rest. I don't want them no more."
Jacob scoffed, "Oh, so since you don't want them I have to eat them?" He put a hand into the half full bag.
"You're still eating them though!" Marion said and Jacob laughed. "Oh, guess what!"
"What?" Jacob asked.
"I am writing a short story!" Marion said with a laugh.
"Bout' what?"
"Bout' a magical place where it never rained."
"A desert?"
"No! A magical place. Deserts aren't magical!" Marion said with a small scoff. He reached into his back pocket, producing a pack of cigarettes.
"You still smoking?" Jacob asked. Marion nodded, "Yeah. Why? Are you upset with me?"
Jacob shook his head, "No. I'm not happy about it, but I'm not upset with you." Jacob said eating more chips. They were his favorite, cheddar cheese.
"My parents are. Da' even threathened to whip my hide red if I didn't stop."
"Are you gonna stop?"
"No! I'm just not gonna smoke around the house." Marion took a long drag out his cigartte. "And don't you go tell anyone you goody-two shoes!"
"Marion, you know vey well when someone tells me not to do someting I'm gonna do it anyway." Jacob laughed but stopped when Marion gave him a glare.
"I'm serious. Don't tell em'." Marion said. Jacob flinched when Marion rose his voice like that. Marion quickly realized what he did wrong and calmed himself, "Sorry. Just...please don't tell em'."
Jacob sighed, "It's okay. I won't."
Review and tell me what you think. For some reason, I feel as though Pendanski and Marion always secretly got along real well in the movie, even if they never showed it.