Now, EVERYONE WILL KNOW WHAT PRESSIE JACK GOT CHASE!
And it's going to be wonderful too!
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Jack landed out side of his home. He held his breath as he walked inside.
Luckily for him, no one was home.
Jack quickly exhaled and went up to his room.
The room was gray, black, and white. His parents were too cheep to get some colored paint, though it was the same price. He'd rather have some reds, yellows, and black. He's Emo, not Goth.
Jack walked over to his bland, gray dresser and stuffed some clothes into a bag. He suddenly stopped as he found a black thong in his underwear drawer. He gave the skimpy underwear a quick look, and found a price tag. "Good God! What the Hell are these doing in here? HOLY SHIT! THEY'RE MY SIZE! What the fuck!" His mouth was opened wide as he just stared at it.(Yes, I'm laughing while I'm writing this. Who can resist?) Just looking at this thing that he found.
A twisted smile curled over the boy's lips.
Jack had an idea, which could prove most "kinky" in most parts. He chuckled to himself as he neatly folded and placed the thong carefully inside (please, in your review, tell me what you think he's going to do. I need a good laugh!) Now he needed to get some more things.
Jack walked over to his book self and grabbed wooden box from the top. He stuffed it in the bag carefully though. Didn't want the thong to get ruined (XD). He walked out the door, down the stairs, and had just made it to the front door when…
"Jack?"
Jack froze and turned around very slowly. There, stood his mother. "Where are you going?" her ominous tone sent shivers down the boy's spine.
"Um…I'm just…going to a sleep over…why?"
"Oh! Nothing! Just wondering!" She smiled and walked out of the room.
Jack, on the other hand, just stood there with a confuse (but cute) look on his face. He shook his head and headed out the door.
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Chase, at the lair (DUH!), was doing some Ti Chi stretches, just "kicking back" in his own style. He closed his eyes and started to breath slowly. Then, suddenly, he fell backward and started to snore. I guess those relaxing stretches work too well… (That was just a random thing…)
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Jack reached a store, with ads for cigarettes in the window…yeah. He took out his wallet and stepped inside and up to the counter.
"Well, you look a little young to be buying cigarettes…" the creepy, middle age man stated.
"You know, I get that all the time? It gets truly frustrating for people to think you're, like fifteen when you're essentially twenty-one. It's in my genes, really. My mother looked like a sixteen year old in her early thirties. Very silly all in all…" Jack retorted.
"Yes, but if you're a smoker…"
"I know, wrinkles, but I take good care of myself, and I smoke in open spaces. The smoke is what really gets to your skin…"
"Yeah, I guess you're right." The creepy man gave Jack his cigarettes; when Jack turned around, he saw something that caught his eye.
"You sell these here?" he pointed to the objects.
"Yes, why?"
"I'd like to buy some, please?"
"Of course."
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Chase was still sleeping, and snoring very loudly. His henchmen even crowded around him to poke the guy, but he didn't move. DAAAAAAAAMN! He sleeps like a rock.
Out pops Jack from around a corner; seeing Chase in this strange position, Jack really wanted to laugh, REALLY bad, but, seeing Chase sleeping like an ANGEL, really made him suppress it. Jack shrugged off the laughter and walked to the kitchen.
Jack was looking for a vase, for some strange reason (sarcasm). He was looking in a cupboard when he heard a crash from behind him. "Huh?"
A bowl had fallen and, of course, shattered into little pieces. "Great! This is just GREAT!" Jack grumbled. He fetched (ruff ruff) a broom and dustpan so that he may clean the mess.
"What has happened here, Jack?"
That sentence made a chill go up and down Jack's spine, but without looking back he answered.
"I was looking for a vase, and the bowl fell. Nothin' bad, really…" he gulped.
A hand snaked onto his shoulder.
"Really? And why were you looking for a vase?"
"Your gift."
"My gift?"
"Yes; it's on the table…heh."
Chase gazed at the table and his eyes widen; there, in several different colors, were Snap Dragons. "Flowers? You got me flowers?"
"Yes, but the real gift is what's by it."
Low and behold, there sat a white, heart shaped box with a red ribbon, "Hmm…I wonder what it could be?" Chase in all sarcasm-ous, asked. He opened the box…
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TO BE CONTINUED…
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No! –giggles- I am just winding your rope!
Raimoundo: Um…I think she means jerking your chain…
That too!
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Chase opened the box to spy…a black thong?
"What is THIS?" he held the item up to examine it more.
"It's a thong…"
"Yes, now WHAT is this item's function?"
"You wear it…"
"WEAR it? How?" Chase studied it more.
"It's underwear…"
"UNDERWEAR? It wouldn't even cover…something! A flea! And what is with this string part?"
"The string part goes up your arse!" Jack, optimistically, stated.
Chase stared at him, "Why would anyone have string up their ASS?"
"It was originally intended for people who sun bath. No panty lines…"
"Yes?"
"But now, it's a sexy symbol!"
"Okay… how?" Chase asked, again.
Jack signed, "It shows off people's butts in a matter quite pleasing…"
"And how did you acquire such an item?"
"I found it…"
Chase gave him a disgusting look, "Where?"
"I found it in my underwear drawer…"
"WHAT?"
"HEY! I would NEVER wear something like THAT! It had the tag on and everything!"
"Right Jack, riiight." Chase rolled his eyes.
"CHASE! IT'S THE TRUTH!" Jack deafened.
"Yeah, uh ha, suuure…" he started to walk out of the room, gift in hand.
"IT'S TRUUUE!" Jack chased after him.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Heh, heh. How many weird reviews am I going to get with this one? The cigarette shop sold flowers. Get over it, kay? I just thought that would be funny.
XD
Please R&R! I need a good laugh or two!
Next chapter... I might have to change the rating of this fic! -shhhhh!