DISCLAIMER: The Original Titans are not mine. Neither are the Titans created by Disney. Neither is Emma Hoyt. But, sadness overtakes me as I type...Ryan Hurst is not mine either. He's the hottest guy I've ever seen, and...Well, life goes on, even when the perfect guy is an actor dude you've never met. I still haven't seen "The Ladykillers." Strict parents...It's rated R, and they're all, "Are you 17? No. Then you don't watch R rated movies." :*^( Then the overwhelming urge over takes me to say, "You watch R rated movies, and you're not 17." But that never goes over too well...
MY NOTES: This isn't really a story. It's just a group of Gerry one-shots. I will update on an "as I feel like it" basis. It will take a backseat to my other fics. But it's OK, 'cause no chapter really connects to another. It's gonna be in Gerry's POV, so if you don't like POV, or you don't like Gerry, this ain't for you... Sorry for any racist remarks here in the beginning. Gerry did start the movie off as a racist jerk. And as best friends with Ray Budds. *shudders at the thought of being anywhere NEAR Ray Budds* And I know that my language is probably a little mild for an 18 year old guy. Especially a jock. But I hafta try to keep this pretty clean. I wanna keep it at PG. So, sorry if the way Gerr talks is a little off. Did I just call him Gerr? Is that weird? I don't know. Having a nickname that you call someone you've never met. Course the Fabulous Kora and Jel call Alan Ally. (Another habit I've picked up...)
DEDICATION: I think I'm gonna send this one out to Grace, since she shares my obsession with Ryan H. *sighs* He is beautiful. Just beautiful.
~Becoming a Titan~
I can't believe this. Our school, Hammond, is integratin' with the colored school, GW. A buncha race-mixers and trouble-makers are makin' us integrate, so it can look like Alexandria's one happy little town of brothers and sisters. Bull! I ain't never gonna call some colored boy my brother. I'd rather lay in my grave and rot.
We're leavin' for training camp tomorrow. At least there's one good thing. I'll ride up there with Budds and Alan. They're my best friends. Good guys, too. We almost took care of that riot down at the store where that colored kid got shot. I still don't know why Coach made us quit. He's a good guy, and a good coach, I just don't understand him. Coach Tyrell told me that I shouldn't embarrass the coach, but he said my heart's in the right place. I ain't sure Yoast agrees with him. I ain't sure why. I don't like this race-mixin'. I don't want any of my friends to lose their positions to some colored boys. I ain't too worried about losin' mine, 'cause I'm an all-American. A two year all-American. Betcha can't none of them colored boys take my position.
-Gettysburg College-
We're at camp now. They gave the colored coach the head coachin' job. What the heck do they think they're doin'? Yoast's been coach for years. I know he was head coach when I was a kid. So why should he hafta give his job up? Just to make the coloreds happy, I guess. They sure seem happy about it. Course they would. We're just puttin' them in places where they shouldn't be. They're gonna get so uppity we won't be able to do nothin' with 'em. They'll just take over Alexandria.
Boone humiliated me and Budds when we tried to talk with him about playing positions. He called me Jerry Lewis and he called Ray Dean Martin. Then the big jerk made me say he was my daddy. Jerk. He ain't my daddy, and I don't give a flip if he's the head coach. I work for Bill Yoast. I woulda quit if he'd left. He's the only reason I'm here.
I'm stuck in a room with a trouble-maker from the 'Burg. He's a pain in the rear-end. We got in a fight today, 'cause he had a picture of some colored band on the wall. I told him to take it down, and he wouldn't, so I was gonna take it down myself. So he decided to hit me. Then Alan showed up, so the whole team got into it. Then, Boone blessed us out, and we went to work.
I'm glad I play defense, so I ain't under his jurisdiction. At least, not directly.
I can't wait to call Emma tonight. Course, knowin' her, she'll have a group of girls sittin' around her so they can giggle like mad when she tries to make me say I love her. It ain't that I don't love her, I just think it's stupid that I have to say it everytime I talk to her. Oh, well, that's just one of the problems that comes when you're dating...
I'm sick of this Julius guy! He's such a jerk! He is just trying to get me started. What is his problem? I mean, I ain't doin' nothin' but mindin' my own business, and he's just tryin' to pick a fight. I don't get it.
Oh, well!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Man, that Julius Campbell is tickin' me off. We were runnin' a 44 Stacked, and Campbell just pulled some stupid, show-off move. I told him to learn his job and do it right. Then he jumped down my throat for "singlin' him out." I coulda killed him. Then he started pushin' me around. So I lit into him, and then Hines, the other colored coach, blessed us out. I'm about to get pretty dang sick of Campbell and his crap. He told me that I ain't doin' my job. That I need to tell the guys to block for Rev, the colored QB, better. I don't know... Maybe Ray could be trying a little harder.
Then we had to learn about each other. Which was the worst thing ever. He told me random details about his family and I told him random facts about mine. I better write it down now or I'll forget it for Boone's interrogation.
Julius Campbell
Dad's name: Charles
Mom's name: Hazel
Siblings: One older sister, Debra; One younger brother, Derrick; Two younger sisters, Darlene and Donna
Favorite Bands: Temptations and Steam
Favorite food: Shrimp
Favorite drink: Grape Nehi(He hates milk with a passion)
Favorite color: Navy Blue
He told me some other stuff, but I don't think I'll forget it...
I didn't tell him everything about me. If I told him, I don't think he'd care. Like the fact that my dad died when I was 13, and that I still miss him like everything. Or that sometimes I still wish I was 12, so my dad could still be alive. But, like I said, he wouldn't care.
I gotta go, now. I need some rest. Boone's got us runnin' three-a-day practices, and it ain't no easy task.
See ya.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Well, me and Julius are gettin' along just fine now. Boone woke us up at 3:00 this morning, and we took a run through the woods to the Gettysburg battleground. He gave a speech about how we have to come together or our hatred will destroy us like it destroyed those who died there.
Lord, I'm tired. But I'm happy. I blessed Ray out tonight for not blockin' for Rev. And, believe it or not, it felt pretty darn good. No, it felt great.
I don't know how the Titans are gonna do athletically, but I'm guessin' we'll be pretty good. But I do know this. No matter how many games we win or lose, we'll all be a heck of alot better off for this integratin'.
I gotta go, 'cause me and Julius are goin' to get some sodas up at the store.
See ya.
MY NOTES: This isn't really a story. It's just a group of Gerry one-shots. I will update on an "as I feel like it" basis. It will take a backseat to my other fics. But it's OK, 'cause no chapter really connects to another. It's gonna be in Gerry's POV, so if you don't like POV, or you don't like Gerry, this ain't for you... Sorry for any racist remarks here in the beginning. Gerry did start the movie off as a racist jerk. And as best friends with Ray Budds. *shudders at the thought of being anywhere NEAR Ray Budds* And I know that my language is probably a little mild for an 18 year old guy. Especially a jock. But I hafta try to keep this pretty clean. I wanna keep it at PG. So, sorry if the way Gerr talks is a little off. Did I just call him Gerr? Is that weird? I don't know. Having a nickname that you call someone you've never met. Course the Fabulous Kora and Jel call Alan Ally. (Another habit I've picked up...)
DEDICATION: I think I'm gonna send this one out to Grace, since she shares my obsession with Ryan H. *sighs* He is beautiful. Just beautiful.
~Becoming a Titan~
I can't believe this. Our school, Hammond, is integratin' with the colored school, GW. A buncha race-mixers and trouble-makers are makin' us integrate, so it can look like Alexandria's one happy little town of brothers and sisters. Bull! I ain't never gonna call some colored boy my brother. I'd rather lay in my grave and rot.
We're leavin' for training camp tomorrow. At least there's one good thing. I'll ride up there with Budds and Alan. They're my best friends. Good guys, too. We almost took care of that riot down at the store where that colored kid got shot. I still don't know why Coach made us quit. He's a good guy, and a good coach, I just don't understand him. Coach Tyrell told me that I shouldn't embarrass the coach, but he said my heart's in the right place. I ain't sure Yoast agrees with him. I ain't sure why. I don't like this race-mixin'. I don't want any of my friends to lose their positions to some colored boys. I ain't too worried about losin' mine, 'cause I'm an all-American. A two year all-American. Betcha can't none of them colored boys take my position.
-Gettysburg College-
We're at camp now. They gave the colored coach the head coachin' job. What the heck do they think they're doin'? Yoast's been coach for years. I know he was head coach when I was a kid. So why should he hafta give his job up? Just to make the coloreds happy, I guess. They sure seem happy about it. Course they would. We're just puttin' them in places where they shouldn't be. They're gonna get so uppity we won't be able to do nothin' with 'em. They'll just take over Alexandria.
Boone humiliated me and Budds when we tried to talk with him about playing positions. He called me Jerry Lewis and he called Ray Dean Martin. Then the big jerk made me say he was my daddy. Jerk. He ain't my daddy, and I don't give a flip if he's the head coach. I work for Bill Yoast. I woulda quit if he'd left. He's the only reason I'm here.
I'm stuck in a room with a trouble-maker from the 'Burg. He's a pain in the rear-end. We got in a fight today, 'cause he had a picture of some colored band on the wall. I told him to take it down, and he wouldn't, so I was gonna take it down myself. So he decided to hit me. Then Alan showed up, so the whole team got into it. Then, Boone blessed us out, and we went to work.
I'm glad I play defense, so I ain't under his jurisdiction. At least, not directly.
I can't wait to call Emma tonight. Course, knowin' her, she'll have a group of girls sittin' around her so they can giggle like mad when she tries to make me say I love her. It ain't that I don't love her, I just think it's stupid that I have to say it everytime I talk to her. Oh, well, that's just one of the problems that comes when you're dating...
I'm sick of this Julius guy! He's such a jerk! He is just trying to get me started. What is his problem? I mean, I ain't doin' nothin' but mindin' my own business, and he's just tryin' to pick a fight. I don't get it.
Oh, well!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Man, that Julius Campbell is tickin' me off. We were runnin' a 44 Stacked, and Campbell just pulled some stupid, show-off move. I told him to learn his job and do it right. Then he jumped down my throat for "singlin' him out." I coulda killed him. Then he started pushin' me around. So I lit into him, and then Hines, the other colored coach, blessed us out. I'm about to get pretty dang sick of Campbell and his crap. He told me that I ain't doin' my job. That I need to tell the guys to block for Rev, the colored QB, better. I don't know... Maybe Ray could be trying a little harder.
Then we had to learn about each other. Which was the worst thing ever. He told me random details about his family and I told him random facts about mine. I better write it down now or I'll forget it for Boone's interrogation.
Julius Campbell
Dad's name: Charles
Mom's name: Hazel
Siblings: One older sister, Debra; One younger brother, Derrick; Two younger sisters, Darlene and Donna
Favorite Bands: Temptations and Steam
Favorite food: Shrimp
Favorite drink: Grape Nehi(He hates milk with a passion)
Favorite color: Navy Blue
He told me some other stuff, but I don't think I'll forget it...
I didn't tell him everything about me. If I told him, I don't think he'd care. Like the fact that my dad died when I was 13, and that I still miss him like everything. Or that sometimes I still wish I was 12, so my dad could still be alive. But, like I said, he wouldn't care.
I gotta go, now. I need some rest. Boone's got us runnin' three-a-day practices, and it ain't no easy task.
See ya.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Well, me and Julius are gettin' along just fine now. Boone woke us up at 3:00 this morning, and we took a run through the woods to the Gettysburg battleground. He gave a speech about how we have to come together or our hatred will destroy us like it destroyed those who died there.
Lord, I'm tired. But I'm happy. I blessed Ray out tonight for not blockin' for Rev. And, believe it or not, it felt pretty darn good. No, it felt great.
I don't know how the Titans are gonna do athletically, but I'm guessin' we'll be pretty good. But I do know this. No matter how many games we win or lose, we'll all be a heck of alot better off for this integratin'.
I gotta go, 'cause me and Julius are goin' to get some sodas up at the store.
See ya.