Summary: Sequel to I Wish It Would Rain. The Mercers' are together again, and they are getting their lives back together. Sofi and Bobby fighting, classic Jack and Nikki arguments, and brother brawls. It's supposed to be just like the old days. But nobody expected someone to miss Victor Sweet.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, but Nikki.
A/N: Since I Wish It Would Rain was pretty well liked, I've decided to write a sequel. Hooray, throw confetti. The reason I'm writing this sequel in the first place was because of the reviewers, and people who put the last story on their favorites or story alerts, so many many thanks to you guys. I hope you readers like this story just as much as you liked the last one. I'm sketchy about the idea of how the story is so far, so please, leave the feedback and reviews.
- Title comes from another great Temptations song.
- Sketchy about the summary too, so it may change in the future.
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"You know what Bobby needs?" Nikki asked, her body on Jack's bed, her elbows propped up, as her head was beside Jack's.
"Bobby needs a lot of things, Nick," Jack said, tuning his guitar.
Nikki looked out the window. It was nice to look out the window and not know how cold it actually was outside because they could feel the air from Evelyn's broken window, covered, and protected by wood. It took a short time, compared to other houses getting rebuilt, but the house was finally done, with new windows and all. Plus, it was nice to not sleep with layers of clothing on because if you didn't, there was a good chance you'd get frostbite.
"No," Nikki said. She popped an M&M into her mouth, "He needs a girlfriend." Jack laughed, "I know it sounds hilarious, but we should find him one."
Jack's guitar string squeaked as he directed his look at her, and raised an eyebrow, "Are you fucking crazy?"
Nikki gave him a weird look, "Sometimes, but I'm fucking serious. Let's find him a girlfriend."
Jack shook his head, "First off, Bobby wouldn't let us find him a girlfriend. Second, where the hell are we gonna get a girl that would even deal with Bobby? Third, what the hell is Bobby's type?"
Nikki thought, "Hm. Well, we could ask him what kind of girl he likes." Jack scoffed, "You're right, he'd just tell us to fuck off."
Jack looked over at Nikki, "You're actually serious?"
"Does it look like I'm laughing away a joke?" Nikki retorted, and Jack gave a quick glare before turning away. "Remember that girlfriend Bobby had that he actually liked a lot. I think she's the one who broke his heart or some shit like that. Never actually said it, but you could tell."
Jack looked up in the air, and thought with furrowed eyebrows, "Abby?"
Nikki pointed at him, "Abby! That's right."
"You want to go out there in the big bad world and find Abby?" Jack asked, and Nikki stared at him.
"No," Nikki looked at him sternly. "At least now we know what kind of girl Bobby likes. I mean Bobby is-"
"Bobby is what?" Bobby asked, walking up the stairs.
"Bobby is the biggest asshole in the world," Nikki said, sitting up, as Bobby walked in.
"Damn straight," Bobby said, sitting next to Jack, and taking the guitar from his hands.
Jack looked at him, "You just gonna take that from her?"
Bobby nodded, "Can't deny something that's true."
Jack looked up at Nikki, who smiled, looking down, "What if I called you the biggest asshole in the world?"
"Then I'd beat the shit out of you," Bobby replied, nonchalantly.
"You want a girlfriend?" Nikki asked, lying back down in her old position, body on the bed, upper body propped up by elbows, her head in-between Jack and Bobby's.
Bobby gave her a weird look, "Sure."
"Can we find you one?" Nikki asked, hopeful.
"Hell fucking no," Bobby replied, looking down at the guitar. "You gonna teach me how to play this thing or not?" He asked Jack.
Jack looked at his guitar, "Last time I tried to teach you, you got mad because you weren't getting it, and broke four of my guitar strings."
"Eh," Bobby said, handing over the guitar to Jack. He stood up, and looked down at the two, "We're going to Jerry's for dinner and that family meeting; get ready."
The two nodded, and Bobby walked out, closing the door behind him.
"See, he said yes," Nikki said, walking into the closet.
"But he said 'hell fucking no'?" Jack asked, following her to look for clothes.
"Yeah, but he did say he wanted a girlfriend. Listen up, Mercer," Nikki said, looking through the closet, getting annoyed that her clothes and Jack's clothes were mixed up together. "Did I not tell you to hang up your clothes away from mine?"
"Shut up. Just stop talking," Jack said, and Nikki glared up at him. Jack gave a laugh, and kissed her forehead, "I love it when you're mad." With that, Nikki pushed Jack away, almost causing him to trip on his bag, and right on top of his favorite guitar.
Nikki shook her head, "Asshole."
"Nik-ki!" Jack yelled, looking down at his guitar, and gaining his balance.
Nikki stared at him oddly, "What the fuck are you yelling for?"
"I almost sat on my guitar," Jack said, and Nikki continued to stare. "What if I did? You would be dead."
Nikki gave a laugh, "Yeah, right."
"Nikki-"
"Shut up. Just stop talking," Nikki said, throwing a sweater at Jack, for him to wear.
Jack smiled to himself, "Oh, come on, I was just kidding."
"No, I just love it when you're mad," Nikki turned around, leaning on one hip.
"I was kidding about that, too!" Jack said, walking towards her.
"Well, it wasn't funny," Nikki said, looking up at him, as he looked down at her. Jack smirked, and leaned down towards her. Nikki scrunched her nose, and slapped Jack lightly. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and anger, and she smiled brightly. Tip toeing to quickly kiss him, Nikki mumbled, "Just kidding."
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"Oh my God, could you complain any more?" Nikki yelled from across the car, glaring at Jack, above the car roof. "Seriously, be more of a girl and keep complaining about something so fucking stupid."
"Is it me, or did the fights get worse when they started going out officially?" Angel asked, and Bobby gripped the steering wheel in annoyance.
"I didn't think it was possible, but we were fucking wrong," Bobby mumbled, hearing the two yell from outside.
"Ay dios mio," Sofi muttered, putting her hand to her forehead, and closing her eyes, trying to fight off a headache. "Here, here, I go in first." Sofi pushed Jack aside, getting into the car. "Come on, you two!" Sofi yelled, and the two, still glaring at each other, simultaneously got into the car.
"You know what Nikki? You're the one who fucking starts this shit," Jack replied, knowing it was a total lie, but would get Nikki completely furious. But she didn't reply. He leaned forward to look at her, as she stared out the window, engulfed in a thought as she looked at the teenager standing, looking at them from across the street.
"Who is that?" Nikki asked, changing the subject, and the other four looked to their right.
Angel glared at the boy, "Who cares, let's just fucking go already."
The car stormed off, but Nikki moved in her position to look back at the kid, who watched them drive off, and then stared at the Mercer house. Nikki sat up straight, Jack's voice in the back of her mind as he yelled at her, and she looked down, fiddling with her thumbs, feeling her stomach start to churn with insecurity.