Story: "Things Have Changed"
Chapter: 3: "I Don't Care"
Author: StJimmyHasSinned

A/N: Okay, so here's chapter three. I was up till one in the morning working on this so I hope it's good! It's also a lot longer than the last chapter. Thanks to my review-ers:

SmashTheSilence: Thanks:) I hope you like more of Jimmy in this chapter! Although he doesn't show up until, towards the end.

LunaAlice322: Thanks:) Thanks for clearing up the whole St. Jimmy Broadway thing for me. It's not going to change my story in any way, but I'm glad you told me.

Jamie Ann Canonico: Thanks:) Three times? Lucky! I love John Gallagher jr too! I hope you like this chapter.

Lizsername: I just read the tweets on your profile! You are so lucky you got to talk to them! If I had a Twitter I would go do that right now!


"Breakfast and dinner? In one day?" I walked over to Whatsername who was, once again, at the stove.

"I guess I'm just in a cooking mood." She smiled at me as I walked over to her.

"And good thing 'cause I'm starving!"

"Oh, so you're just going to assume this is for you?" she joked as we both laughed.

"Well that's a mighty-big pan of pasta for just one person."

"Actually, it's for all of us." She poured the large pan of pasta into a strainer as steam started to fill the room. "I was thinking we could all eat right here in the loft for once."

"You mean…together?" I asked reluctantly.

"That's the point Sweetie."

I groaned loudly, making my way towards to couch. "Oh…Just great…" I lay back on the couch and closed my eyes.

"Something's wrong…" Whatsername said, concerned.

"No." I paused. "I just don't think Jimmy'll be up for the whole idea."

Whatsername laughed. "So you already had your daily dose of Jimmy at morning breakfast?"

"Something like that…" I managed to grunt out.

"Johnny…One night of dinner with your roommates won't kill either of you."

"It just might."

"Look. You and Jimmy may…disagree a lot. But I know you don't hate each other as you let on to."

"Oh. You have no idea."

"You two seemed find during breakfast."

I didn't give her an answer right away. "Whatsername, can I talk to you?"

"Well we're talking now aren't we?"

"Funny…" I looked down. "Seriously. Can we go for a walk?"

"What? Why?"

"Please! Just around the block a few times."

"Fine." She rolled her eyes. "But I'm charging you by the hour," she teased.

"What?

"Hey, that meat-sauce isn't going to cook itself."

"Ugh, whatever." I grabbed two beers out of the fridge, handing one to Whatsername.

"Oh yeah, and there will be a five dollar charge for whining, so watch the attitude."

I shut the lights and the door behind us. We walked off the stoop and into the city in front of us. The first five minutes of our walk were filled with silence. Whatsername stopped with the jokes, realizing that I was actually upset. But we went on, drinking and walking. I finished my beer and threw the empty can onto the grass.

"Thanks for walking with me," I finally said.

"No problem. And since I would never actually charge you, take all the time you need."

"I need to tell you something Whatsername. It's not about you, but I need you to know. I guess there's no easy way to say this…" Whatsername urged me to go on. I eventually blurted out, "Me and Jimmy hooked up last night!"

Whatsername froze, wide-eyed. "You…what? Okay, define 'hook up' right now!"

"We had sex, okay?"

"How'd it happen?" Whatsername asked, a lot calmer. She put her arm around me sympathetically.

"I don't know. First we were just hanging out. Then the next thing I know, we're on his bed kissing. Then the next thing I know, we're-"

"Whoa! No need to finish that thought Johnny."

I glared at her.

"Was there alcohol involved?"

"Slightly. Jimmy thinks alcohol is the only reason. But…" I exhaled loudly. "…I actually wanted to do it."

"Oh, so you guys talked about it afterwards?"

"Yeah, this morning before breakfast.

"Oh! See, that explains a lot."

"Yeah…"

"But if you two talked, what's the problem?"

"The problem is," I started. "I don't think Jimmy feels the same way as me."

Whatsername took one last sip of her beer before discarding it. "Wait, so you actually like Jimmy?

"I'm afraid so."

"Afraid?" Whatsername asked. "Why does this have to be a bad thing?"

"Look. You have no idea how confused I am right now. I have no clue how I'm supposed to be feeling. I've had these…thoughts about Jimmy for a few weeks now. It's just not fair. It's not me. I've been straight all my life. And now what?"

"Johnny. Nobody realizes he's gay in kindergarten."

"Yes, but I'm nineteen! I've been with girls before. I've slept with a few of them."

"Okay, so maybe you're bisexual Dear."

"So maybe I am. But the point is…When I asked for change this is not what I meant."

"Be careful what you wish for, isn't that what they always say?"

After we'd walked around the block several times we stopped in front of the loft.

"Tell Jimmy how you feel," Whatsername said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "…At dinner tonight."

"What?"

"Yes! I'll leave you two alone after a while."

Skeptical of the plan, I nodded my head. "Fine. But it better work."

"I make no promises." She smiled as we both walked inside.

~x~

I sat at the table quietly, waiting for Whatsername and Jimmy.

"I figured I'd just grab something to eat at the bar," Jimmy said to Whatsername as they finally arrived. A look of disgust crossed Jimmy's face as he noticed everything set up nicely. "What is this? Happy family dinner night?"

I starred down timidly at the large bowl of pasta on the table in front of me.

"No. But I cooked. So I figured we could all eat together for once," Whatsername said.

Jimmy chuckled, looking around the room. "I do love pasta so count me in!" He was making me feel completely invisible. "Any leftover beer?" He opened the fridge and rummaged around it in hopes of finding a few drinks. "Damn it," he said to himself. "Y'know what? I'll go get some. Be right back."

"No!" Whatsername exclaimed, making me look up and Jimmy turn around. "I'll go get it."

"Are you sure? I mean, you cooked, and the liquor store is right across the street."

"It's fine." She grabbed my wallet off the table and walked out of the loft, which was completely normal. The three of us always shared money.

There was me. There was Jimmy.

"And then there were two…" Jimmy laughed, pulling up a chair directly across from me. He dug into his pasta, savoring every bite. I just picked at my food.

"So do you not talk anymore?" Jimmy finally asked, after sitting in silence for a few minutes.

I looked up from my dish after a moment. "No I still talk…just not to you." So apparently blurting out the first thing that popped into my head wasn't exactly the best idea.

"Excuse me…?" Jimmy looked more shocked than ever, getting up from his seat.

"No. Jimmy. I-"

"Save it Johnny."

At that moment Whatsername walked in, holding a six-pack of beer in one hand, closing the door behind her with the other hand. She turned around to find Jimmy storming out of the room angrily. "Jimmy…?"

"Everyone's so full of shit!" he yelled, just before we heard his bedroom door slam shut from down the hall.

"Okay, somebody needs to tell me what happened here…"