Here We Go Again

The Beginning of The Jack and Remy Series

Chapter One – By the Way

"Remy, I can't believe you, that's the third time this week you've gotten into a fight. Look what happened to your pretty face," Grandma's stern voice rang in my ears as she held up a mirror within my eye sight. My right eye turning awful shades of purple and blue, a gash on my forehead, and a bruised left cheek.

"Can I have some Advil or something Gram, my head hurts," I asked impatiently the massive hangover I had wasn't going away. My fingers rubbed my temples; I couldn't believe Jack dragged me to that party.

"Get your own; you know where it is. I think I should ground you for the rest of the year but let's see what your Grandfather thinks." She grabbed my chin tilting my head up so she could clean the blood and dirt from my wounds.

It's sort of funny that Grams always threatens me with groundings when we both know I'd sneak out anyway. It's been that way sense I was old enough to cross the street alone. Jack and I when we were younger would sneak out of the house and go to the park.

After an hour of bitching and moaning I was sent to my room. Flinging my self upon my bed I grabbed the phone on my nightstand and dialed the Mercer's number.

"What," a grouchy voice on the other line picked up.

"Nice to talk to you too, Bobby," I replied picking at my red plaid comforter.

"Let me guess you want to talk to Jack."

"How ever did you guess?" I replied sarcasm dripping from my every word.

"So I guess it's safe to assume you and the fairy are getting along again."

"Yeah, that's none of your business, Bobby."

"WHAT? You tell me everything."

"JACK, NOW."

"Yeah, yeah hang on, JACK GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN HERE, YOU HAVE A PHONE CALL." Bobby sucked at the whole being subtle thing.

"Fuck, you don't have to yell Bobby…" The Mercer household was never a quiet residence.

"Hello?"

"Jackie bear!"

"Remy, are you okay? I'm so sorry about last night …you okay?"

"Yes Jack I'm fine, chill. So um Jack, Grams is pissed like no other so can I crash over there?"

"Yeah, of course. Want me to come get you?"

"Nah, I can walk. I need the fresh air anyway but it'll be a bit I have to wait till Grams is asleep, so I'll be over as soon a possible."

"Alright, just knock."

"Will do, later."

I hung up the phone and looked at the clock on my desk. Neon lights read 8:30. Half an hour at the most and I could sneak out. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I looked around at my room. Normal stuff: closet, bed with plaid sheets, desk, computer, and a dresser. My walls covered with posters of bands like The Misfits and Queen. My thoughts drifted to last night.

Jack and I never fought for too long, augments about our relationship were an often occurrence. He just didn't get it. It wasn't because I didn't like him as more than just a friend, Bobby even still teases me for liking a fairy but it just wouldn't work. Not without him getting hurt and that's the last thing I want.

We were in detention after school yesterday, it was the day after the fight and I really wasn't in the mood to argue again. So I let Jack convince me into going. I snuck out like always and met up with him at the corner. Jack got high and didn't notice this guy and I battling it out in the kitchen of Neil's house (his parents where out of town, party time of course). I held out well for a bit until the asshole started throwing punches. I ended up dragging Jack and myself home. I had managed to avoid my Grandma all day until she forced me to eat dinner with her. Obviously she had a few issues with the fact I had gotten my face beaten in.

After checking if grandma was asleep I turned off my room light and crawled out my window onto the porch roof. Jumping to the ground I started walking to the Mercer house. There has always been something about walking through the snow covered sidewalks at night that has always satisfied me. Jack and I sometimes would go on midnight walks and talk about anything and everything including how cruel we found the world to be. Especially to him, after all the years he went through of abuse. The only cruelness I had ever witnessed was that of the kids at school and life's many unexpected surprises.

I reached the house quicker than expected finding Jack sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette. Sitting down next to him I reached over took the cigarette from his lips and took a long drag.

"Jesus Remy, you look like shit," he said pulling my hat off.

"Thanks I hadn't noticed," I replied finishing off his cigarette.

I laughed watching the sad look on his face as he stared at the cigarette butt on the ground. "That was my last one," he whined.

"Ha suck it up fairy … come on I need to talk to you," I said grabbing his arm and dragging him into the house.

"By the way, there's another pack in my pocket if you hurry," I whispered to him as I hung up my coat in the closet.

"Give me," he said chasing me into the living room.

"Only if you can catch me," I dashed up the stairs and locked myself in the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of my reflection and everyone was right I did look like shit.