Hi,hi. So I just got finished Eragon and Domino with my parents, not to mention, I watched Four Brothers a few days ago.
Yesss, I'm going through a Garrett Hedlund spree. I also watched Friday Night Lights lastnight.
:3
He's just, too gorgeous. And so is Keira Knightely. and so I thought, why not DominoxCrackerJack.
So, alas, I shall begin.
Domino:
http://s4. do not own Domino or any of the people from Four Bothers.
Head Automatica - Nowhere Fast
ENJOY!!
Today was a sorrowful day in downtown Detroit, in the Elmwood Cemetery, where a large amount of people(considering the average amount that attend funerals) gathered around a grave, clad in mostly black. The tombstone read,'Here Lies Evelyn Mercer, Most Loving Mother, and Friend to Us All," followed by the date of birth and date of death.
Nearly everyone had either tears in their eyes, or they were completely soundly sobbing. A few people found it hard to believe that she was actually dead, and taken from this world. They, were the ones who just stood there, looking emotionless at the grave, like it was some alien life-form, about to explode. Domino was one of those few people.
The Priest finished his quite long speech of Evelyn and her life, and the many people she touched. Then, each of the four men, that stood infront of everyone else, tossed a handful of earth onto the mound of soil that covered the grave. Domino watched them, from where she stood, near the black iron gates, her elbows leaning against them, nonchalanly. A large black suitcase resting against the fence aswell.
Soon, everyone began to leave. The four men that were in the front, exchanged hugs of sorrow. One of the white ones, the more muscular one, turned to the other white one, of which had wild, unruly hair, as they began to walk off. The one with the crazy hair, just stood there, staring at the grave with slightly wide eyes. Bobby and the others all worried about Jack ever since he almost died. Jack would just stare at nothing sometimes, but would always act like it was nothing to his brothers. He always tried to be as tough at them, but always fell one penny short. "Jack..." No response. "Jack!"
The young man, appearing to be in his early 20s, looked back at the other, with the same emotionless face,"Yeah, Bobby?"
"You comin'?" he questioned, standing there, but no urgency in his voice.
"I'm gonna stay for a bit. I'll see you guys at the house," he said, before turning back around.
"Okay...," the one called Bobby replied after walking to the two black men and getting in the car with them, driving off.
Domino pushed off of the fence and began slowly walking over to the grave, one hand digging in the pocket her orange and white jacket. Her fingers pinched a cigarette out of a carton of them in her pocket, before she pulled the cancer stick out. She glanced down at the handle of her suitcase in her hand. She stopped to the side of the grave, then released the handle of her suitcase, allowing it to sit up, while she pulled a lighter from her other pocket. The woman slipped the cigarette between her lips before lighting it and placing the lighter back in her pocket. Her hand returned to the handle and she plucked the cigarette from her lips, exhaling,"Bollocks..."
I needed just a hit, one hit
It's very little hit, I'm sure I won't like it
I needed to be heard, one hit would send me flying
Jack was staring at the tombstone so hard that he hadn't noticed another person walking over. He looked over at the woman and observed her. She looked familiar. No. Like he's seen her somewhere before. She was smoking. God, how he would kill for a cigarette right now...He heard her speak, then became confused. "What?" he asked looking her in the face. 'I have to hand it to her. She sure isn't ugly.'
I got away with murder last night in the parking lot
In cold blood I have murdered parts of us that we forgot
Another breath of smoke, or was that just the chill in the air? She shouldn't have worn her grey tanktop under this jacket when she knew damn well how cold it was in Detroit during the winter. "I said, bollocks. This is bollocks," she replied, now looking at the young man, who grasped her attention. It was the first time she got a good look at his face. He looked like the type of guy who all of the girls in the high school drooled and giggled over, but he just uses them or ignores them. She was never one of those girls. She usually broke those type of girls noses. The thought, well, memory, brought an amused smile to her face.
I walked into a kiss, on kiss
From the very lonely miss who lives to fulfil my wish
I needed to be hurt, one kiss would send me flying
"Oh," he said before looking back down, then glancing at her again. She now held a stupid grin on her face. "What's so funny?"
She was pulled out of her thoughts by that Jack person again. Domino took another puff of her cigarette, "Nothing." Another smile.
I got away with murder last night in the parking lot
In cold blood I have murdered parts of us that we forgot
His attention was brought back to the cigarette. "Hey, you got another one of those?" he asked with his hands shoved in his blue jean pockets.
I will be going nowhere
I will be going nowhere fast
Nowhere fast
Domino shook her head, causing him to sigh heavily and run his hand forcefully through his hair. She walked over to him then stopped only a foot away. She looked up at him before handing him the cigarette and walking out the iron gate.
I had to write a hit, one hit
It's a very little hit, I'm sure you won't like it
I needed to rehearse, one hit would send me flying
It was around 7:00 p.m. when Jack got home, about 30 minutes after everyone had left. He walked up the steps, before opening the door. Jack looked in the living room where Bobby and Angel, sat watching a hockey game. Bobby looked away from the game for a moment,"Hey, fairy, welcome back from the forest!"
"Hey Bobby, welcome back from jail. I heard the boys on C-Block robbed you of your virginity," he replied, with a dramatic gasp, before getting nailed on the shoulder with a pillow.
"Real funny, fairy boy," Bobby said with a finger pointing at Jack, and eyebrows raised, making his forehead wrinkle.
Angel sighed,"Would you two shut up so I can hear the game?"
Bobby turned back to the television as Jack ran up the stairs. He walked down the hallway and dissapeared into his room, kicking the door shut behind him. Jack also kicked the shoes off his feet, then tugged his leather jacket off, tossing it onto the floor. He sat down on his bed, then picked up his guitar, propping it up in his lap, while leaning against the bed-frame. He began to strum away at the strings. He wrote down the lyrics that itched in his head at the funeral when he saw that girl. If he didn't write them down, they would be lost forever into the depths of his mind and he would never be able to remember them again. After writing down the lyrics, he began to play, writing down the music that went along with it. He hummed to try out the tune, then began to strum it. He soon began to try out the lyrics.
"I needed just a hit, one hit
It's very little hit, I'm sure I won't like it
I needed to be heard, one hit would send me flying
I got away with murder last night in the parking lot
In cold blood I have murdered parts of us that we forg-"
Before he knew it, it was already 10 pm. He stopped when he heard a loud slamming sound coming from downstairs. When he heard his brothers shouting, he put his guitar down quickly, then opened his door. Jack ran down the stairs, to see what all the commotion was about, then stopped at the foot of the stairs.
Bobby turned around looking toward the door,"Hey! What the fuck?!"
"That's no way to treat your dear old Domino, is it?" said person spoke, grinning, while walking into the house, rolling her suitcase behind her. She kicked the door shut behind her, then looked around at the men, sighing dramatically, like she had just carried a massive load. "'Ello loves," she said, winking at them.
"You," Jack stated staring at the girl curiously, wondering why the hell she was here.
Bobby stood up quickly,"Who the hell- Jack, do you know this girl?" He questioned arching a brow at him, then looking at the girl.
"She was at mom's funeral. But I don't know her," he answered Bobby.
"Well, who the hell are you?" Bobby asked, looking at the woman, standing in front of the door.
Domino looked over at the bigger man, and rolled her eyes. Had their mother ever mentioned her to them? Apparently not. "My name is Domino. Domino Harvey. I'm a bounty hunter."
Angel rose quickly and stood beside Bobby. He appeared to get defensive.
"Don't worry. None of you have any bounties on your heads. I guess your mother never mentioned me."
"No. She didn't," Angel spoke, looking at the girl catiously.
"Whatever. Well. The thing is. She said that I could stay here whenever I needed to. And she even told me about each of you. I was a friend of your mothers," she informed them, before walking past Jack and heading to the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going?" Bobby asked, staring at the girl.
"I am going to un-pack. So where am I staying?" she asked looking around the room at the men. They all had thoughtful faces as they tried to figure it out.
Jack looked around at them all before speaking up,"I have a spare bed in my closet that you could put together."
Domino nodded glancing around the room to see if it was okay to all of the men.
Bobby added,"Just be careful with the fairy. He's fragile." He grinned before walking back to the living room. "On the other-hand, it might do him some good to get some ass." Him and Angel shared a laugh.
He glared at them both before following Domino up the stairs. He walked past her to his own room, she walked behind him.
She examined the room and smiled. She could get used to this. After letting her suitcase sit on the floor, she went over to Jack's bed and plopped down on it, almost sitting on his guitar. She looked over at it,"You play?"
He looked up from piecing together the bed frame,"Yeah. Me and my band play shows sometimes."
Domino let out a sound of acknowledgment. She picked up a notebook that was sitting by the guitar, making an effort to read the scribbled words. She guessed that they were lyrics. "This is good," she mumbled, reading the lyrics.
Jack tossed the mattress on the bed, then began to put sheets on it, along with a blanket. "Uh." He walked over to his bed and glanced at the notebook. "Thanks."
"Will you play it for me?" she asked, standing up and walking over to her suit-case, then picked it up, and set it down by her bed. She crouched down infront of it and opened it up, then searched through it.
Jack watched her. He couldn't help but look down at her ass when she opened her bag. And god help him, she was wearing a thong, WITH LEATHER PANTS. 'When the hell did I when the lottery?' "Uh..." He continued to stare, before she turned her head, looking at him, snapping him out of his gaze.
"Will you?"
"Will I what?"
"Ugh, god. Nevermind," she said, sighing. Domino grabbed a small t-shirt, then stood up, looking at Jack,"Don't look."
He sighed, and turned around, looking at the opposite wall. Jack sung a verse from his song boredly, still trying to get the tune right on it,
"I walked into a kiss, on kiss
From the very lonely miss who lives to fulfil my wish
I needed to be hurt, one kiss would send me flying."
Domino listened to him sing, but had to strain her ears to hear it. She grinned, tugging her leather pants off along with her shoes, socks, shirt and jackets. She pulled on the t-shirt, that came to her hips. She changed her underwear to briefs. She never could sleep in thongs. Too uncomfortable. "Okay," she said, crawling onto her bed.
Jack turned his head back and looked at her. His eyes wandered down her body and he felt his cheeks grow warm. He looked away, then stood up, pulling off his shirt and pants, leaving himself in only his boxers. Domino watched him, and stared at his built upper-body for a moment. She quickly looked away, as if uninterested.
He walked over to the door, flicking the light off, before walking back to his bed. He stopped short of it, stepping on one of his shoes wrong, then fell to the ground with a loud thump and limbs flailing in the air and a yelp was heard. The next thing heard was a hysterical,"HAH!" before Domino fell into a fit of laughter. In between laughs, she got out,"Very- graceful."
Jack grumbled and stood up, he walked over to his bed, then took his guitar and notebook off of it, propping his guitar up against the wall and the notebook on the floor. He crawled into the bed, then pulled the blanket on himself, laying down. "Shut up..."
Domino tugged her blanket on, then layed down. She groaned,"Ughhhhhhhh!"
"What?"
"Why didn't you give me a pillow?" she whined, looking over at him. Jack sighed and looked back over at her, grabbing one of the pillows off his bed. He threw it at her, pummeling her in the face with her. "Hey!" she shouted at him, pulling the pillow off and glaring at him. She set the pillow down at the head of the bed, then layed her head down on it. Domino closed her eyes and pulled the blanket up to her chin. The way the pillow smelled like him comforted her as she melted into sleep. Jack watched her sleep for a few minutes, before his lids slid shut, claiming him to the same fate.
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