A/N: THE LONG AWAITED SEQUEL!
Haha…oh hi guys. It's me xP
So, a lot has happened since my last update…like…I applied for colleges, I'm singing on TV next week, uh I GOT A GIRLFRIEND ^_^ You guys know Tori (AKA xWhatsernamex3). So she's my girlfriend and I love her to bits.
Sorry I've been so busy with our dramatic as hell RP and my relationship xP But I'm back!
So here's my SMTN sequel since SMTN was such a success! (And it gave me a girlfriend xD)
It's about Jimmy's progression from the boy from the end of SMTN to the almight Saint Jimmy we all know and love.
ENJOY!
REVIEW PLEASE!
Disclaimer: *to the tune of Jingle Bells* Dashing through my book, to type up what I said, when I suddenly thought, if I claim this I'll be dead! So I would just like to say, before we start this fic, Billie Joe owns AI , but if I did I'd be sick.
OHHHHHHHH. Jingle bells, Johnny smells, Heather laid an egg, Will's all alone on his couch still and Jimmy's getting laid!
TADA! Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Happy Kwanza and any other holiday I forgot!
He looked into the eyes that he adored, the sparkling blue diamonds that had streams of tears falling from them. He moved closer to him until they were so close that their lips met for a brief moment.
"I have to go, Johnny…" Jimmy whispered, refusing to meet his eyes now. "But hey…we'll find each other again…right?" He watched as Johnny nodded softly as he kissed his forehead. "I will always love you…"
And with that, Jimmy turned away for good. He was gone.
Jimmy shot up from the bed in the middle of the night, breathing heavily. He had this dream every night. Every night he was haunted by Johnny's sweet face. The beautiful, puppy dog face that he just wished he could grab from the dream and kiss…
"You ok, kid?" a voice called from the doorway. It was Andrew. Jimmy had moved in with him and Theo after he left for Murder City. Andrew looked after him like a father would. Jimmy was his pride and joy.
"Yeah…" Jimmy nodded, rubbing his eyes. "Nightmare…"
"You sure do have a lot of nightmares…"
"My life is a nightmare…" He fell back onto the bed and threw the pillow over his face dejectedly.
"Come on…that's a lie…and besides, it's your birthday next week."
Jimmy smiled to himself under his pillow-fortress. He was turning eighteen next week. He was finally on his own. No adult to look after him, no one to tell him what to do. He would get his own place and his own car and he would go back to Jingletown and ask Johnny to marry him. Sure, it wasn't really legal, but since when did he care about the government? The government could burn in hell for all he cared. He had it all planned. He would zoom back in his spiffed up new car and take Johnny into his arms and kiss him and propose and the two of them would drive off into the sunset like the ends of those corny '50s films.
"Eighteen…" Andrew piped up, breaking the strange silence. "You know what that means?"
"Hmmm?" Jimmy asked, still muffled by the pillow.
"Welcome to the business, kid…" Andrew winked and walked away from the door, leaving Jimmy alone in his room to take the pillow off his face.
The business…their dealer business. Jimmy was the apprentice tone of the most well-known drug dealers in Oakland. It was Andrew who got him the position. When Jimmy turned eighteen, he would have an official job in the business. He would be more than an apprentice but a full-time, legitimate dealer alongside the other. It was Jimmy's only means of income. He had to do it. Sure, he didn't love it, but it was money. Money for the engagement ring. It had to be perfect…
He would have the perfect life.
"Fuck!" Theo shouted as the needle pierced his skin that night.
"Don't be such a baby…" Miguel scolded, rolling his eyes. Miguel was the dealer Jimmy was employed by.
"But it hurt…"
"Maybe if you didn't move your fucking arm all over the place, it wouldn't have stabbed you!"
They always met in the alley every night. That's where everyone knew to go nowadays. It had been Jimmy's idea. Miguel hated it at first, but went with it when it started to work better than his plan did. All the junkies loyal to them showed up. But they were lacking a ton of people and Miguel was not happy about it. His rivals had stolen them all from him with their bribes and, more commonly, threats. Nothing made Miguel more pissed than a traitor…
Jimmy was on the other end of the alley, dealing to the new customers. They weren't worthy enough to go to the celebrity himself. He was dealing to a new girl this time. A young girl…she had to be about eighteen. Maybe nineteen…he didn't care. He tied the cord around her arm swiftly and injected the drugs ever so slowly, causing her to gasp. He loved that sounds. The sound of surprise, of ecstasy…
"Having fun?" He asked suavely, kissing where the needle had just slipped out of her skin. He was unique in the way he administered his drugs. Nothing like Miguel would ever do…
"Is it supposed to feel like this?" She worried, pushing her dyed black hair from her face.
"Like what?"
"A-Amazing…"
"Then yes…" he smirked, winking at her. But as she went to turn away, he grabbed onto her arm and glared into her eyes. "Aren't you gonna pay me?"
She looked down at her feet. "I don't have any money…I-I just moved here…f-from San Francisco…"
"You don't have to pay me with money, you know…"
She looked up at him and studied his face, his body, his olive green eyes, silently. She shrugged and smirked. "Why not? I'm up for adventure…"
He smirked even bigger, pulling her closer by her waist, kissing her lips passionately, his tongue searching around her mouth, embracing her own tongue. He pulled away as soon as he heard a moan escape from her mouth. "Find me after my shift…" He winked and walked away, leaving her hanging.
He laughed to himself and started walking towards the other end of the alley, getting more of the stash from Miguel.
Miguel noticed the boy and handed out his hand. "How many people?"
Jimmy swiftly handed him the money. "Twelve."
He watched carefully as Miguel counted their profits. "There's only eleven payments…"
"One girl didn't have the money, so she's paying me personally…"
"Are you fucking stupid?" Miguel punched the boy in the face and grabbed him by the collar, pinning him against the wall. "When I tell you to get cash, you get only cash! Don't you fucking go giving out your fucking acts of charity!"
Jimmy struggled in the man's grasp and whimpered. "I-I'm sorry!"
The man gripped his neck tightly. "You work for me. You listen to me." He squirmed more, gasping for air, watching all motion in the alley stop to watch them. "Get out of my face, you fucking faggot…" He threw Jimmy on the ground and watched him squirm away. "What the fuck are you all staring at?"
"You, douchebag…" Theo muttered under his breath. He followed Jimmy further into the alley. "Jim?" Jimmy sat on a wooden crate at the end of the alley, staring at his feet. He looked upset…the red marks from Miguel's hands were prominent now…
"Jim?" Theo rested his hand on his back, gently.
"Go away…" Jimmy mumbled, pushing Theo's hand away.
"Are you ok? Don't listen to Miguel. He's just…PMS-ing."
Jimmy kept looking down. "H-He choked me.."
"I saw…" Theo averted his eyes from the boy, looking down. "We all saw…"
"Why does he hate me?"
"He doesn't hate you…"
"He hates me! It's not worth it…he hates my guts and everything I do…"
Theo sat down gently next to him and touched Jimmy's hand with his own. "I don't hate you…I love you, Jimmy…you fascinate me…"
"You loved me when you tried to rape me too, huh?"
He looked at his own feet now. "I-I…I thought you forgave me…"
"Fuck off, Theo…" Jimmy jumped up from the crate and bolted past him, heading back to their apartment.
Dear Johnny,
It's been a year now. I think about you every day. Life here isn't what I expected, but it's money. I hope you're doing ok. I hope Piper is ok too. Tell Becca I said hi. I wish people here treated me like you treated me. I miss you. I'll see you soon though. Promise.
I will always love you.
-Jimmy
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