Note: I hope u guys like this one! This one is slightly more serious. Its when Bobby finally understands Jack.
"Whatchya doing fairy?" Bobby asked walking into Jacks room and sitting on his bed. Jack took of his headphones and pushed pause on the discman he had been listening to. "Nothing," he answered. Bobby snatched the discman away from Jack and put the headphones on. "Lets hear what kinda crap your listening to now..." He said pressing play. Jack turned red. Bobby stayed silent for a few moments listening intently to the voice that poured from the head phones. He had never heard a voice like that...so pure...yet so jaded. The songs the voice sang told tales of sadness and hurt, but also of redemption, happiness, and love.
"Who...who is this?" Bobby asked his voice breaking slightly. Jack mumbled something his face turning redder. "Who?" Bobby asked again. "Its...its...me" Jack muttered. Bobby stared at Jack. "This is you?" Jack nodded. Bobby went back to listening to the music his heart aching slightly as a new song began to play, a song about finally feeling protected, a song about being able to trust. Bobby's eyes stung with tears, he couldnt take it. He ripped the headphones off, he had the sudden urge to hit something. "Did you write those?" He asked praying the answer was no, that the painful story the songs told had happened to someone else. "Yes" Jack answered quietly.
"Dammit Jack..." Bobby whispered wiping a tear away. "Its no big deal, okay?" Jack said his voice hardening. Bobby shook his head. "Ya, right, whatever" He said clenching his fists. He stood up and walked out of the room. He walked into his room slamming the door behind him. Why the hell wont he talk about it to me? Bobby thought kicking the wall angrily. Im his freaking big brother! He should feel safe enough to tell me! But then an unwanted thought edged into his mind. Why do you expect him to tell you all the horrible things that happened to him...when you never told him what happened to you?
Bobby let out a roar as he jumped onto his bed and began to beat his pillow violently. After many minutes of this he felt weak. He laid down and curled into a ball, memories of the pain he had endured in his first few foster homes came flooding back to him. And he cried...cried for Jack who saw terrors no one should have to see, cried for his mother who gave up so much for the good of others, cried for Angel and Jeremiah who must have secret pains from their past, and he cried for himself...because he knew he would never reveal the secrets of his past...and they would be his burden forever...