Blank Hill - Part 2
Quill Xarxes
WARNING - As you know (,since you OBVIOUSLY read part 1,) this is a yaoi fiction with Butch and James. If you are uncomfortable with that sort of thing, don't read the fic, believe me, you probably won't like it.
"I'll get that boy if it's the last thing I do!" Jessibelle yelled in anger at what she saw before her. It was the most disgusting thing she saw, two boys? Ick.
"It could be worse, Jess." Jennifer said, being the open-minded person she was, "He could be doing that after already being married."
"You shut up!" Jessibelle yelled, "Those are our men! Are you just going to let them do that!?"
"Oh my God, this is humiliating." Butch said, "What should we do, James?"
"I... I don't know..." James said as the sweat poured down his forehead, "I just don't know."
Jennifer looked at Butch and James, then at Jessibelle, "I'm not going to have any more part of this. It's not like they're doing anything wrong, and they aren't 'our men,' Jessibelle. They won't ever be 'our men.'"
"You... you TRAITOR!" Jessibelle screamed, "I should've known you wouldn't have the guts to take on anything! You've always been the weak one!"
"I think she just gave us the change to escape, Butch!" James whispered. So they ran out into the woods, away from the two women who were fighting over right and wrong.
There were others watching the same thing happen.
"Honey, what are we going to do about this?" said James' mother.
"I don't know," his dad answered, "but we'd better do it soon."
"If he hadn't run away in the first place, this never would've happened!"
"No, it's that Promise family across the street, we take it up with them! It's their son that forced himself on ours like that, it's their responsibility!"
"That was a close one!" James said as he and Butch hid in an abandoned barn.
Butch sat down on a pile of hay, exhausted from running so far, "I'm sorry to put you through that, I didn't know it would cause so much trouble!"
"It's OK..." James said, "But you could've warned me!"
"Yeah. That's true."
James sat down next to Butch, "We were lucky to find this, they're probably already looking for us."
"Most likely," Butch agreed, "I think we're safe in this barn."
"I hope so." James said, "I don't want to marry that psycho."
"I don't want to marry Jennifer, and I don't think she wants me either. She was set up too, I'm guessing."
"Jessibelle was set up, but she was hit with a few bricks as an infant... so... ya know..."
"Ah. I see."
James slid his hand gently down Butch's face, "We'll be fine as long as our parents don't find out."
Butch put his hand on James', "Our féonsés will most definately tell them. Why wouldn't they?"
James kissed Butch in the lips and spoke, "They're afraid of us."
Just that moment, Jessibelle, Jennifer, and James' parents were having a "chat."
"So, did you see them or not, Jessibelle?" James' father asked.
Jessibelle looked at him with a half-smile on her face, "Of course not."
Jennifer just looked out the window, hoping they would never find their féonsés.
The illustration is located here:
http://members.theglobe.com/jamesart/blankhill.jpg
And in color:
http://members.theglobe.com/jamesart/blankhillcolor.jpg
Quill Xarxes
WARNING - As you know (,since you OBVIOUSLY read part 1,) this is a yaoi fiction with Butch and James. If you are uncomfortable with that sort of thing, don't read the fic, believe me, you probably won't like it.
"I'll get that boy if it's the last thing I do!" Jessibelle yelled in anger at what she saw before her. It was the most disgusting thing she saw, two boys? Ick.
"It could be worse, Jess." Jennifer said, being the open-minded person she was, "He could be doing that after already being married."
"You shut up!" Jessibelle yelled, "Those are our men! Are you just going to let them do that!?"
"Oh my God, this is humiliating." Butch said, "What should we do, James?"
"I... I don't know..." James said as the sweat poured down his forehead, "I just don't know."
Jennifer looked at Butch and James, then at Jessibelle, "I'm not going to have any more part of this. It's not like they're doing anything wrong, and they aren't 'our men,' Jessibelle. They won't ever be 'our men.'"
"You... you TRAITOR!" Jessibelle screamed, "I should've known you wouldn't have the guts to take on anything! You've always been the weak one!"
"I think she just gave us the change to escape, Butch!" James whispered. So they ran out into the woods, away from the two women who were fighting over right and wrong.
There were others watching the same thing happen.
"Honey, what are we going to do about this?" said James' mother.
"I don't know," his dad answered, "but we'd better do it soon."
"If he hadn't run away in the first place, this never would've happened!"
"No, it's that Promise family across the street, we take it up with them! It's their son that forced himself on ours like that, it's their responsibility!"
"That was a close one!" James said as he and Butch hid in an abandoned barn.
Butch sat down on a pile of hay, exhausted from running so far, "I'm sorry to put you through that, I didn't know it would cause so much trouble!"
"It's OK..." James said, "But you could've warned me!"
"Yeah. That's true."
James sat down next to Butch, "We were lucky to find this, they're probably already looking for us."
"Most likely," Butch agreed, "I think we're safe in this barn."
"I hope so." James said, "I don't want to marry that psycho."
"I don't want to marry Jennifer, and I don't think she wants me either. She was set up too, I'm guessing."
"Jessibelle was set up, but she was hit with a few bricks as an infant... so... ya know..."
"Ah. I see."
James slid his hand gently down Butch's face, "We'll be fine as long as our parents don't find out."
Butch put his hand on James', "Our féonsés will most definately tell them. Why wouldn't they?"
James kissed Butch in the lips and spoke, "They're afraid of us."
Just that moment, Jessibelle, Jennifer, and James' parents were having a "chat."
"So, did you see them or not, Jessibelle?" James' father asked.
Jessibelle looked at him with a half-smile on her face, "Of course not."
Jennifer just looked out the window, hoping they would never find their féonsés.
The illustration is located here:
http://members.theglobe.com/jamesart/blankhill.jpg
And in color:
http://members.theglobe.com/jamesart/blankhillcolor.jpg
