Thanks to all who are reading and those of you who have replied. They made my day, hell they made my month! Thanks again.
Sorry it's been awhile, I decided to take a break from the world and hauled my butt to the lake for a much needed vacation. I was trying to get this next part out before I left but you know how life gets sometimes...bah I digress. Enough of my bibble babble and on with the show.
Spixie forever!
"Way to go, freaky boy." Spinelli cursed himself borrowing Mr. Sir's harsh name for him. "The most beautiful blonde one is most decidedly yours now." Spinelli mumbled tragically as he moved along the still damp streets of Port Charles. The rain had ceased leaving Spinelli alone to wander the city encased in darkness unfolding the night's events in his head over and over again. He couldn't stop hearing her voice, seeing the way she had looked at him as if he'd gone mad. He couldn't blame her. He had gone mad, mad for her. For the love that would never come to pass. Mad at him self for not being a man she could love.
Maybe Mr. Sir was right about him. Maybe everyone was right about him. How had he ever gotten it into his head that Maxie Jones could ever feel anything for him besides those of friendship? When was he going to learn that when it came to women he would always be the loyal friend and nothing more? He couldn't live in that prison any longer, although, a most wondrous prison it was. It killed him to be in her presence and not touch her the way she was touching him.
He starved for her.
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. As he opened it up a rush of memories flooded his consciousness.
There she was again. He couldn't escape her. She was everywhere, in everything he did.
"Spinelli! A Ninja Turtles wallet…really? Aren't we a little old for this?" Maxie said with a playful giggle as she held it up for him to see. Spinelli rushed over to her a little embarrassed that he did indeed walk around with children's merchandise in his pocket on a daily basis.
"It was a gift" he said with an uncomfortable chuckle. "I don't know about you, Maximista, but when someone is thoughtful enough to bestow such a priceless piece of animated history on the Jackal, I try to show my utmost appreciation by using said gift every instance I can" he finished as he reached his hand out to grab his most cherished possession.
In fact, he loved that wallet and had gotten it on sale. He had to tangle with a very bratty kid for the opportunity to purchase such a worthy item. That kid never even knew what hit him but he wasn't going to let her know that. This had no barring where Maximista was concerned.
His fingers grazed hers briefly as she swiftly moved her hand just out of his reach.
"Uh uh, what are the magic words?" she questioned with a mischievous tone in her voice and a look that sent shivers up his spine.
"Maximista would be most wise to hand the wallet over, for she does not know with whom she messes." Spinelli spoke channeling the best Stone Cold gaze he could muster. Maxie laughed unable to contain herself once faced with Spinelli's menacing glare.
"Oh? And just whom would I be messing with? Maxie chided while maintaining the distance between the two.
"Why it is I, the Jackal, of course. You have been sheltered from my savage side thus far, I wouldn't test the Jackals abilities now." he replied inching ever closer to his prey.
"Oh and what abilities would those be?" She said in a tone that dared him to make his move.
With that he jumped forward turning into a spin as he reached out his arms, his fingers barely breezing across the back of her shirt as she managed to keep a step ahead of him; finding her way to the far side of the pool table. Spinelli placed his hands on the opposite side of the table ready for round two.
"Oooh you've done it now, no one gets past the 'Spinelli Stunner'. He said giving her a wink as he moved to fake left then went right. Maxie let out a squeal surprised that Spinelli was close behind. She was rounding the couch as she felt his hands circle her waist and lift her up.
"Ah, Spinelli! Noo!" She said between laughs as he flipped her onto the couch. Immediately placing himself between her legs as the battle for the wallet raged on. During the struggle Spinelli having a firm grasp on his wallet pulled back with all his might only to be sent tumbling backwards hitting the table with his head.
"Ow...ow." Spinelli moaned from the floor.
"Oh God, Spinelli" breaking from her laughter to kneel by Spinelli's side.
"I'm okay..." inhaling a sharp breath he finished, "... my face broke my fall." Spinelli said his face wincing in pain as he touched the little gash on his forehead.
"Oh no Spinelli, you're bleeding." Maxie stated getting a better look at the wound as she gently brushed the hair out of his face. Helping him onto the couch she told him to sit tight while she rounded up some bandages for her patient.
He liked thinking of her like this. Concerned for him; making a fuss over him. It made it easier for him to pretend that she felt something. That same something he felt for her. The something that made him feel as though the impossible was suddenly possible. He knew it was foolish but he couldn't help the smile that plastered itself across his face. It was effortless, like his love for her.
It was now Maxie's turn to position herself between his legs as she knelt down in front of him to get a better view of the wound. "So the wallet was a gift huh?" Maxie said with a gleam of something devious in her eyes.
"Si, the fashionista would be correct in her assessment."
"So then these Ninja Turtle band aides I found in the medicine cabinet in your bathroom would just be a crazy coincidence, right?" She said with a victorious smirk.
"I don't suppose that you would believe that those happen to be for the little red one, would you?" Spinelli said sheepishly as Maxie laughed.
"The little red one being..."
" Little Michael Corinthos, of course."
"Of course" Maxie retorted feeling secure in the knowledge that she had been right all along.
Spinelli's thumb fumbled around in the recesses of his wallet, determined to possess something on this night, if not his hearts desire, he would settle for what was waiting behind door number two. A small smile gracing his features as his thumb brushed against the thin stick that held all the promise he needed in the world at that moment. The promise of nothing.
"Aw yes, to feel nothing would indeed be the greatest gift in the world." he said placing his wallet back into his pocket.
Lifting it to his lips he thought about what a fool he had been. He couldn't help the sour chuckle that escaped his lips as he inhaled nature's temporary cure for the ache that had taken up residence in his heart. He made his way down the street, exhaling the toxic smoke as though it were really his love for her. He would've summoned every resource he had within him to expel it from his being if it were possible. For now he just welcomed the numbness that washed over him with every hit.
The screeching of tires snapped him out of his reverie. Just as he was able to focus on what was making all the commotion he felt hands latch onto his arms.
"Your presence has been requested, boy. This can be a pleasant ride, no?" spoke a deep voice thick with a Russian accent.
Before Spinelli could answer they began pushing him towards their vehicle. Spinelli tried in vein to put up a fight but finally succumb to the two thugs. Spinelli still reeling in his blissfully high state could not stop the words that fell from his mouth. Not that he would've he liked to ramble it gave him comfort in chaotic situations.
"Why is it that all you evil doers drive dark Lincoln Town Cars? My grandmother drives a Town Car, dude. I mean, yeah sure they look a little ominous with the tint and the choice of color is rather menacing but fella's I got to say, all in all, it's pretty lame." Spinelli said with a laugh.
"I have lame car...," the Russian thug said with mock laughter. Spinelli didn't catch on quite as quickly as he should have and continued his laughter only to have it abruptly stopped by a knee to his gut.
"Maybe now you tell another joke, funny guy?" the thicker of the two said with a laugh as he tried to toss Spinelli's crumpled form into the back seat. Spinelli grabbed at the door frame trying to avoid the fate that getting into the car would undoubtedly bring. A swift blow to his face left Spinelli dizzy and on the brink of unconsciousness. At that moment the lyrical sounds of Hot Chocolate's "You Sexy Thing" filled the damp night air. Feeling around Spinelli's body the thugs claimed the cell phone from his front pocket. They took hold of his limp body once more as they successfully placed their prize in the back seat.
"Turn the damn thing off. We'll give it to the boss when we get there. Come on, hurry up." he spoke to his comrade as they got into the car and drove towards Spinelli's uncertain fate.
Dropping the phone into her purse Maxie silently cursed Spinelli for ignoring her call. She had been looking everywhere for him and had come up with empty handed. The least he could do was answer the phone and tell her where he was. Who did he think he was playing with? This was Maxie Jones and he of all people should know that she didn't stop until she got what she wanted and this instance wasn't any different. Nothing was going to stop her from finding him.