banky/trish
ok....none of the lovely cool awesome kevin smith characters belong to me. they belong to kevin smith.....except when they don't. because sometimes, they won't.....never mind
so here it is, my first fic....try to keep that in mind while reading this piece of shit
this story starts when banky comes home to find holden and alyssa in bed......and what would happen if banky just walked down the street, instead of sitting on the doorstep out side...instead of holden coming downstairs and having that talk, blech...?
....bear with meeeeee
*******
b@nky
[[just wanted to watch some cartoons. that's it.......not asking much. fuck her. fuck him.....dammit that was way too disturbing]]
banky just started walking, no plan of going anywhere. he tried to mull what had just happened over in his head...he decided it was a. too disturbing to think about right now and b. too tiring........[[that was my couch, assholes. how can i ever sit on it again with out thinking about those two fucking on it?]]
he just kept walking not really looking or caring where he was going...*crash*
"FUCK!!"
[[ow-shit ow-shit ow-shit.]]
banky had-since he wasn't looking where he was going, the dumb fuck-stepped right into a hole around a tree, planted in the sidewalk. he sort of lay there for a second, pretty amazed at the pain, with a glassy look in his eyes, groaning.
"hey...you ok? want some help? or a hospital? .....i mean, not own one, but you know....what i mean?"
banky groaned and looked up to see who was being confusing, maybe helping him up....
he saw tall brunette, looking quizically down at him.
"agh mph uhh yeah could you help me up maybe? i'm in tons of pain at the *ow* moment you know?"
"yeah, i figured," the woman said. "i've done that way too many times, and believe me, i know the pain you're in...."
"did what?" banky asked, as she helped him to his feet. but, as soon as he got all the way up, the pain intensified times 5.
"agh!!"
"yeah, see that's what you did...sprained your ankle. pretty bad it looks like, from the way you were writhing there on the ground. i mean, unless you don't handle pain well, you know?
here, lemme help you to at least a place you can sit down, ok?"
"yeah-ow-ok"
she helped him over to a bench, which he gingerly sat down on, making sure he didn't put any weight on his foot, or whack it on something...
she crouched down in front of him, examining his foot.
"crap, it's already swelling.....i don't think it's broken though..."
"ugh my day is getting worse and worse...and worse," banky groaned.
"mmm i would ask you about it, and i'm sure you need some sympathy, but right now, i think we should head to the emergency room."
"whatever, you don't have to go" banky said quickly, but then realized that he had no money...he left his wallet at his apartment. fuck it.
"uh, how do you plan on getting there?" she asked slowly.
"cab er something." ha. no money, no cab. ha. [[yes, i do need a ride]]
"nah it'll be easier this way. anyway, i don't really have anything to do, just looking around..."
ok....none of the lovely cool awesome kevin smith characters belong to me. they belong to kevin smith.....except when they don't. because sometimes, they won't.....never mind
so here it is, my first fic....try to keep that in mind while reading this piece of shit
this story starts when banky comes home to find holden and alyssa in bed......and what would happen if banky just walked down the street, instead of sitting on the doorstep out side...instead of holden coming downstairs and having that talk, blech...?
....bear with meeeeee
*******
b@nky
[[just wanted to watch some cartoons. that's it.......not asking much. fuck her. fuck him.....dammit that was way too disturbing]]
banky just started walking, no plan of going anywhere. he tried to mull what had just happened over in his head...he decided it was a. too disturbing to think about right now and b. too tiring........[[that was my couch, assholes. how can i ever sit on it again with out thinking about those two fucking on it?]]
he just kept walking not really looking or caring where he was going...*crash*
"FUCK!!"
[[ow-shit ow-shit ow-shit.]]
banky had-since he wasn't looking where he was going, the dumb fuck-stepped right into a hole around a tree, planted in the sidewalk. he sort of lay there for a second, pretty amazed at the pain, with a glassy look in his eyes, groaning.
"hey...you ok? want some help? or a hospital? .....i mean, not own one, but you know....what i mean?"
banky groaned and looked up to see who was being confusing, maybe helping him up....
he saw tall brunette, looking quizically down at him.
"agh mph uhh yeah could you help me up maybe? i'm in tons of pain at the *ow* moment you know?"
"yeah, i figured," the woman said. "i've done that way too many times, and believe me, i know the pain you're in...."
"did what?" banky asked, as she helped him to his feet. but, as soon as he got all the way up, the pain intensified times 5.
"agh!!"
"yeah, see that's what you did...sprained your ankle. pretty bad it looks like, from the way you were writhing there on the ground. i mean, unless you don't handle pain well, you know?
here, lemme help you to at least a place you can sit down, ok?"
"yeah-ow-ok"
she helped him over to a bench, which he gingerly sat down on, making sure he didn't put any weight on his foot, or whack it on something...
she crouched down in front of him, examining his foot.
"crap, it's already swelling.....i don't think it's broken though..."
"ugh my day is getting worse and worse...and worse," banky groaned.
"mmm i would ask you about it, and i'm sure you need some sympathy, but right now, i think we should head to the emergency room."
"whatever, you don't have to go" banky said quickly, but then realized that he had no money...he left his wallet at his apartment. fuck it.
"uh, how do you plan on getting there?" she asked slowly.
"cab er something." ha. no money, no cab. ha. [[yes, i do need a ride]]
"nah it'll be easier this way. anyway, i don't really have anything to do, just looking around..."