A/N: I'm SO sorry it took me such a long time to update, but I had a lot of
schoolwork, I couldn't decided who was the next singer and, to top it all
off, my muses left me temporarily. BUT everything's all happy good again
and you can expect more updates regularly from me.
Skittas!Muse: You know you prolly jus' dug your own grave there.
I know.
SHOUT-OUTS! (I've missed doing these...)
KP: I love you! Dude, thanks so much for the song suggestion. I prolly/might use it. And HAHAHA I updated. In case you couldn't tell. ^_^
FIFI: You don't mind I just call you Fifi, right? Hehe, thanks for the oh- so-wonderous review. Hope you like this chapter!
COTTON BLOSSOM: WATCH THE MOVIE ALREADY!!!! That is all. And the rum is in my stomach, for the fifty second time. I drank it all. ALL OF IT. Love you bunny! Yesh, you're a bunny.
SHADOWLANDS: The pig-nosed kid is your uncle. Dude, Cold Fire rocks my socks more than you do. Which is saying a lot cause, let's face it, you rock my socks a whole lot. But not as much as the penis tower. And III wanna know the descriptions! Baj on your face, grandma. Oh, and, a random serial killer is gonna pop outta thin air and shoot Specs and Dutchy.
SAM: Well...Jack's singing, does that count? Hehe, thnks for the review, and I hope you like this chapter.
EIRE: Where the funky monkeys are you?!?! I've got Eire-deprivation syndrome. Hehehe...Dutchy reminded you of you cause I kindasorta based him on you...^_^ Thank you SOOOO much for reviewing, love you love.
KELLYANNE: YAYness, you liked the bridge line! That was like a last minute something-feels-like-its-missing-from-the-story-so-lemme-add-some- random-thing comment. Now I'm happy inspiration struck at that moment. Aww, you're sick? Or rather, you WERE sick, that long time ago? ::gives nice soup:: Soup is good even if you AREN'T sick.
SPOTLOVER421: Dude, your e-mail review was awesome. And then you reviewed here. YOU'RE awesome. The story appreciates the compliments its received from you. And, in response to your question concerning the Skitts/Snitch in the story, just cause I don't LIKE it don't mean I won't write it.
LILHOBBITSARA: DUDEMAN!!!! ::glomps:: No, the piggy kid is NOT snipes. It's Jake. Cause Jake is a human pig. ::gives chocolate Newsie anyway:: Enjoy this chapter!
Onwards and upwards towards the new chapter!
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Chapter 3: Jack Wants To Break Free
Jack stood on top of his chair and was clapping like a crazy person.
"Woo, Dutchy! Dutcho my man-o!"
Sarah pulled Jack back into his chair. "You look like an idiot," she hissed. Spot was snickering next to Jack. Jack smiled stupidly at Sarah. She wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, how much beer did you drink?"
He shrugged, taking a swig from his current bottle. "Low alcohol tolerance," he said, causing Spot to snort.
Sarah ignored Spot's amusement. "Oh, you poor boy!" she squealed, kissing Jack. When they pulled apart, Jack had a look of disgust across his face. Again, Sarah ignored this...or maybe she was just too stupid to notice it.
Jack smiled across the table at David. Suddenly he sat up. "I'm gonna sing a song for you, kay Sarah?"
Sarah squealed happily. David blushed when Jack looked across the table and winked at him.
Jack staggered over to the black book and wrote in it. He laughed as he wrote, tipping the pedestal but straightening it before the book fell. He whispered something to Aimee, who snickered maliciously and disappeared backstage. Jack hopped onstage and yanked the microphone out of the stand.
"Testing testing, one two three, testing, one two three. How's everybody doing tonight!" he shouted enthusiastically.
"Crappy!" Spot yelled back, imitating Jack's enthusiasm.
"Well not to worry, the Love Master is here to help you." He then proceeded to growl in what he thought was a sexy way, but actually sounded like he was regurgitating his food.
Luckily, Aimee appeared just then, wheeling a giant spotlight onto the stage. She rested it in front of the drum set, then darted off to retrieve the book. Jack refused to hand the microphone over, holding it above his head out of Aimee's reach. She fought furiously to reach it, finally saying, "If you don't give me the mic, I just won't introduce you."
Jack shoved the microphone into Aimee's hands. She glared at him, then announced, "For your listening enjoyment, we have the one and only Jack Kelly!"
Skittery and Blink, the two Queen fans in the audience, immediately began laughing wildly. Sarah shushed them, then turned her attention back to Jack, who was swaying his hips to the music. Snitch shot a questioning look towards Skittery, but found his mouth hanging open when Jack began singing.
"I want to break free
I want to BREAK free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self-satisfied
I don't need you."
Sarah's smile vanished when he started to sing. Spot laughed wickedly, cheering, "Go Jacky-boy!" Jack grinned as he continued.
"I want to break free
God knows
God knows I want to break free."
Everyone, including the Delanceys, was hysterically laughing at Sarah's expense. She, meanwhile, had paled considerably and looked like she was going to cry. Or vomit. Or cry while vomiting.
Jack smiled and pointed toward the table he'd been sitting at, still swaying his hips. As he began the second verse, Aimee turned on the spotlight.
"I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
This time I know it for real."
The spotlight slowly shrunk until it was focusing on David's head. His ears slowly pinkened as everyone turned to look at him.
"I've fallen in love
God knows
God knows I've fallen in love."
Jack hopped off the stage, bobbing his head as he strolled over to Dave.
"It's strange but it's true
I can't get over the way you love me like you do."
He turned his gaze from David to focus on Sarah.
"But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free, baby
You know I got to break free
Oh how I want to break free."
Jack made a cutting motion along his throat, signaling to Aimee to stop the music. He then bowed to a thunderous round of applause. "Thank you, thank you, I'm here 'til Tuesday," he said, drinking in the attention. Aimee took the microphone from him before he decided to keep it.
With everyone's full attention still on him, Jack knelt down beside David and looked up into his eyes, taking his hands. "David, I love you," he said sincerely, "but I hate your sister. Will you go out with me?"
It was Dave's turn to look like he was going to vomit. Or faint. Or vomit then faint in it. He nodded, his ears emitting a pale pink light of their own. Jack smiled and leaned forward, kissing David sweetly.
Sarah stared idiotically at them, her mouth open so wide it was almost touching the table. Spot leaned toward her, whispering, "If you open your mouth a little further, an ant colony can live there happily."
This seemed to snap Sarah back to her senses (not that she had any to begin with). She stood up, knocking her chair over. "Jack, no, you're not gay," she said. "You're supposed to love ME."
"And you say I'm NOT gay," Jack muttered.
"Jack, you don't know what you're saying," Sarah whined. "It's just the alcohol talking."
Jack was going to answer, when David said, "You know she's right. You probably won't recall any of this tomorrow."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?" he said. He picked up the bottle he'd been drinking from and shoved it into Dave's hands.
Dave blushed and murmured, "No thank you, I don't drink." Jack insisted, so he reluctantly raised the bottle to his lips. A look of surprise came over his face, and he swallowed a large gulp. He started laughing, kissing Jack quickly and staring at the bottle, amazed.
Sarah crossed her arms and stamped her foot, very much like a six- year-old about to throw a tantrum. "What's so funny?"
Jack and Dave exchanged a look, laughing harder than before. Spot took the bottle from David, sniffing it. He cackled, shoving the bottle into Sarah's hands. "Ain't it nice ta know your boyfriend gets drunk offa root beer?"
Sarah looked confused. "People get drunk off of root beer?" she asked stupidly.
"No, you idiot. He ain't drunk."
When Sarah's confused expression simply intensified, Jack tried to explain. "I wasn't drunk then. I'm not drunk now. I was just drinking root beer. The whole thing was faked."
She stared at him. Wh-why weren't you drinking beer?" she asked.
"'Cause Aimee don't allow underage drinking at her bar. Or, rather, Bob at the bar wouldn't sell it to me." Jack shrugged. "Anyways, I wanted to do something like that for a long time."
Sarah's bottom lip jutted out and started trembling. "But...but...I thought you loved meeeee!"
"Guess not," Jack said, shrugging and wrapping an arm around David, who looked as though he'd died and gone to heaven. Sarah, on the other hand, looked like her puppy had just gotten shot.
"Fine," she said, sniffing angrily and stomping off towards the door. She pushed hard on the doors, but they didn't budge. "Open!" she screeched at the doors, pushing harder.
"Nobody ever comes in, and nobody ever goes out," Aimee said in a sing-song voice from the front of the room. "Sit down so we can continue. KAY?"
Sarah stomped back towards the front of the room. Glaring at Jack's table, she sat down at the Delancey's table. Morris immediately slid his chair closer to his brother to get away from Sarah. Oscar, on the other hand, laughed full-throatily at his brother's misfortune.
Jack had taken the seat next to David. "Jack," David said, resting his head on Jack's shoulder, "this is the nicest act of kindness anyone's performed for me."
Jack kissed the top of his head. "Anything for you, Dave," he said.
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A/N: I PROMISE you, next chapter shall not take me this long a time. Unless I die. But then I'd be dead and would never be able to update. So let's all hope that doesn't happen.
And I'd just like to say, this chapter made me realize just how many different ways of saying "vomit" there are.
Specs!Muse: See first there's throw up.
LK: Please don't do this.
Dutchy!Muse: Then you've got your upchuck, your hurl, your gag.
Blink!Muse: Then there's the fancier ones.
M!Muse: Like blowing your chips, tossing your crackers.
Skittas!Muse: Or my personal favorite, puking up your guts.
LK: -_- I'm sure none of us needed to hear that.
If you're still here, and that whole "vomit" thing didn't scare you away, REVIEW! Reviews are addictive, I swear. And they just encourage me to write faster, which makes me type faster, which causes faster updates.
Much love,
~Liams Kitten~
Skittas!Muse: You know you prolly jus' dug your own grave there.
I know.
SHOUT-OUTS! (I've missed doing these...)
KP: I love you! Dude, thanks so much for the song suggestion. I prolly/might use it. And HAHAHA I updated. In case you couldn't tell. ^_^
FIFI: You don't mind I just call you Fifi, right? Hehe, thanks for the oh- so-wonderous review. Hope you like this chapter!
COTTON BLOSSOM: WATCH THE MOVIE ALREADY!!!! That is all. And the rum is in my stomach, for the fifty second time. I drank it all. ALL OF IT. Love you bunny! Yesh, you're a bunny.
SHADOWLANDS: The pig-nosed kid is your uncle. Dude, Cold Fire rocks my socks more than you do. Which is saying a lot cause, let's face it, you rock my socks a whole lot. But not as much as the penis tower. And III wanna know the descriptions! Baj on your face, grandma. Oh, and, a random serial killer is gonna pop outta thin air and shoot Specs and Dutchy.
SAM: Well...Jack's singing, does that count? Hehe, thnks for the review, and I hope you like this chapter.
EIRE: Where the funky monkeys are you?!?! I've got Eire-deprivation syndrome. Hehehe...Dutchy reminded you of you cause I kindasorta based him on you...^_^ Thank you SOOOO much for reviewing, love you love.
KELLYANNE: YAYness, you liked the bridge line! That was like a last minute something-feels-like-its-missing-from-the-story-so-lemme-add-some- random-thing comment. Now I'm happy inspiration struck at that moment. Aww, you're sick? Or rather, you WERE sick, that long time ago? ::gives nice soup:: Soup is good even if you AREN'T sick.
SPOTLOVER421: Dude, your e-mail review was awesome. And then you reviewed here. YOU'RE awesome. The story appreciates the compliments its received from you. And, in response to your question concerning the Skitts/Snitch in the story, just cause I don't LIKE it don't mean I won't write it.
LILHOBBITSARA: DUDEMAN!!!! ::glomps:: No, the piggy kid is NOT snipes. It's Jake. Cause Jake is a human pig. ::gives chocolate Newsie anyway:: Enjoy this chapter!
Onwards and upwards towards the new chapter!
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Chapter 3: Jack Wants To Break Free
Jack stood on top of his chair and was clapping like a crazy person.
"Woo, Dutchy! Dutcho my man-o!"
Sarah pulled Jack back into his chair. "You look like an idiot," she hissed. Spot was snickering next to Jack. Jack smiled stupidly at Sarah. She wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, how much beer did you drink?"
He shrugged, taking a swig from his current bottle. "Low alcohol tolerance," he said, causing Spot to snort.
Sarah ignored Spot's amusement. "Oh, you poor boy!" she squealed, kissing Jack. When they pulled apart, Jack had a look of disgust across his face. Again, Sarah ignored this...or maybe she was just too stupid to notice it.
Jack smiled across the table at David. Suddenly he sat up. "I'm gonna sing a song for you, kay Sarah?"
Sarah squealed happily. David blushed when Jack looked across the table and winked at him.
Jack staggered over to the black book and wrote in it. He laughed as he wrote, tipping the pedestal but straightening it before the book fell. He whispered something to Aimee, who snickered maliciously and disappeared backstage. Jack hopped onstage and yanked the microphone out of the stand.
"Testing testing, one two three, testing, one two three. How's everybody doing tonight!" he shouted enthusiastically.
"Crappy!" Spot yelled back, imitating Jack's enthusiasm.
"Well not to worry, the Love Master is here to help you." He then proceeded to growl in what he thought was a sexy way, but actually sounded like he was regurgitating his food.
Luckily, Aimee appeared just then, wheeling a giant spotlight onto the stage. She rested it in front of the drum set, then darted off to retrieve the book. Jack refused to hand the microphone over, holding it above his head out of Aimee's reach. She fought furiously to reach it, finally saying, "If you don't give me the mic, I just won't introduce you."
Jack shoved the microphone into Aimee's hands. She glared at him, then announced, "For your listening enjoyment, we have the one and only Jack Kelly!"
Skittery and Blink, the two Queen fans in the audience, immediately began laughing wildly. Sarah shushed them, then turned her attention back to Jack, who was swaying his hips to the music. Snitch shot a questioning look towards Skittery, but found his mouth hanging open when Jack began singing.
"I want to break free
I want to BREAK free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self-satisfied
I don't need you."
Sarah's smile vanished when he started to sing. Spot laughed wickedly, cheering, "Go Jacky-boy!" Jack grinned as he continued.
"I want to break free
God knows
God knows I want to break free."
Everyone, including the Delanceys, was hysterically laughing at Sarah's expense. She, meanwhile, had paled considerably and looked like she was going to cry. Or vomit. Or cry while vomiting.
Jack smiled and pointed toward the table he'd been sitting at, still swaying his hips. As he began the second verse, Aimee turned on the spotlight.
"I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
This time I know it for real."
The spotlight slowly shrunk until it was focusing on David's head. His ears slowly pinkened as everyone turned to look at him.
"I've fallen in love
God knows
God knows I've fallen in love."
Jack hopped off the stage, bobbing his head as he strolled over to Dave.
"It's strange but it's true
I can't get over the way you love me like you do."
He turned his gaze from David to focus on Sarah.
"But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free, baby
You know I got to break free
Oh how I want to break free."
Jack made a cutting motion along his throat, signaling to Aimee to stop the music. He then bowed to a thunderous round of applause. "Thank you, thank you, I'm here 'til Tuesday," he said, drinking in the attention. Aimee took the microphone from him before he decided to keep it.
With everyone's full attention still on him, Jack knelt down beside David and looked up into his eyes, taking his hands. "David, I love you," he said sincerely, "but I hate your sister. Will you go out with me?"
It was Dave's turn to look like he was going to vomit. Or faint. Or vomit then faint in it. He nodded, his ears emitting a pale pink light of their own. Jack smiled and leaned forward, kissing David sweetly.
Sarah stared idiotically at them, her mouth open so wide it was almost touching the table. Spot leaned toward her, whispering, "If you open your mouth a little further, an ant colony can live there happily."
This seemed to snap Sarah back to her senses (not that she had any to begin with). She stood up, knocking her chair over. "Jack, no, you're not gay," she said. "You're supposed to love ME."
"And you say I'm NOT gay," Jack muttered.
"Jack, you don't know what you're saying," Sarah whined. "It's just the alcohol talking."
Jack was going to answer, when David said, "You know she's right. You probably won't recall any of this tomorrow."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?" he said. He picked up the bottle he'd been drinking from and shoved it into Dave's hands.
Dave blushed and murmured, "No thank you, I don't drink." Jack insisted, so he reluctantly raised the bottle to his lips. A look of surprise came over his face, and he swallowed a large gulp. He started laughing, kissing Jack quickly and staring at the bottle, amazed.
Sarah crossed her arms and stamped her foot, very much like a six- year-old about to throw a tantrum. "What's so funny?"
Jack and Dave exchanged a look, laughing harder than before. Spot took the bottle from David, sniffing it. He cackled, shoving the bottle into Sarah's hands. "Ain't it nice ta know your boyfriend gets drunk offa root beer?"
Sarah looked confused. "People get drunk off of root beer?" she asked stupidly.
"No, you idiot. He ain't drunk."
When Sarah's confused expression simply intensified, Jack tried to explain. "I wasn't drunk then. I'm not drunk now. I was just drinking root beer. The whole thing was faked."
She stared at him. Wh-why weren't you drinking beer?" she asked.
"'Cause Aimee don't allow underage drinking at her bar. Or, rather, Bob at the bar wouldn't sell it to me." Jack shrugged. "Anyways, I wanted to do something like that for a long time."
Sarah's bottom lip jutted out and started trembling. "But...but...I thought you loved meeeee!"
"Guess not," Jack said, shrugging and wrapping an arm around David, who looked as though he'd died and gone to heaven. Sarah, on the other hand, looked like her puppy had just gotten shot.
"Fine," she said, sniffing angrily and stomping off towards the door. She pushed hard on the doors, but they didn't budge. "Open!" she screeched at the doors, pushing harder.
"Nobody ever comes in, and nobody ever goes out," Aimee said in a sing-song voice from the front of the room. "Sit down so we can continue. KAY?"
Sarah stomped back towards the front of the room. Glaring at Jack's table, she sat down at the Delancey's table. Morris immediately slid his chair closer to his brother to get away from Sarah. Oscar, on the other hand, laughed full-throatily at his brother's misfortune.
Jack had taken the seat next to David. "Jack," David said, resting his head on Jack's shoulder, "this is the nicest act of kindness anyone's performed for me."
Jack kissed the top of his head. "Anything for you, Dave," he said.
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A/N: I PROMISE you, next chapter shall not take me this long a time. Unless I die. But then I'd be dead and would never be able to update. So let's all hope that doesn't happen.
And I'd just like to say, this chapter made me realize just how many different ways of saying "vomit" there are.
Specs!Muse: See first there's throw up.
LK: Please don't do this.
Dutchy!Muse: Then you've got your upchuck, your hurl, your gag.
Blink!Muse: Then there's the fancier ones.
M!Muse: Like blowing your chips, tossing your crackers.
Skittas!Muse: Or my personal favorite, puking up your guts.
LK: -_- I'm sure none of us needed to hear that.
If you're still here, and that whole "vomit" thing didn't scare you away, REVIEW! Reviews are addictive, I swear. And they just encourage me to write faster, which makes me type faster, which causes faster updates.
Much love,
~Liams Kitten~