Just,
DON'T
Fragments
of Spot
by Shoesieness
November 8, 2002 8:05 p.m.
"It's your birthday, and you'll strike if you want to, strike if you want to--"
"Shuddup, Jacky-boy," Spot said with a laugh, jabbing his elbow into Jack's side before he picked up his bowling ball.
"You never used to complain about my singing little songs for you," Jack protested. But he obviously couldn't care less. He wasn't offended. Not really.
Spot snorted, brought his arm back, then swung it forward, letting go of the black and red marbled ball. It glided across the floor in a straight line, finally knocking down every single one of the pins.
"STRIKE!" Spot yelled, putting his arms straight up above his head in a gesture of victory.
"WOO!" Jack hollered. He didn't care if Spot was doing better than him. He was glad that Spot was happy. Because Spot was hardly ever happy.
"You Dork," Spot said with a smirk. "You are so far behind me. Stop being a wussy. I know you're trying to let me win."
"HEY! I am not, Spot!" Jack protested. So maybe he was, a little. He took his ball, a maroon one, and let it go spinning down the alley. It wiped out six pins.
"Freak," Spot said, still smirking.
"I am NOT a freak," Jack protested. "That ball, right there? I think it's possessed or something." It shot back up, ready to be thrown again.
"So take my ball," Spot said with a shrug.
Jack smirked, obviously leering at Spot's crotch. "Just one? Or both?"
"Not funny."
Jack laughed, taking Spot's ball and walking with it toward the alley. "OH, Spotty," he murmured with a wink. "You've made it all warm inside." He laughed, throwing his head back. He was obviously very amused.
"Freakin' Jack," Spot muttered. "If Corrina heard you, she'd freak out."
Jack threw the ball forward and it went skidding down the alley. It slammed into the remaining pins. "SPARE!" he hollered, doing Spot's victory gesture. "I guess you were right about letting me handle your ball." He raised his eyebrows, glancing at Spot.
"You are such a freak." By this time his smirk was replaced by that icy glare of his. "Why do I hang out with such a freak?"
