Fabulous readers,

It's Friday! But not only is it Friday, but it is also the 13th and that means that Insidious 2 comes out. I'm, like, retarded happy about it. I also had the day off today, and I was super excited to lay around in my sweat pants all day; too bad I have, like, 7 chapters to work on.

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-"You don't own me!" screamed the Rise of the Guardian movie. "I know I don't!" screamed I.-

Day 23 arguing.

Arguing with Jamie was always a punishment; it was something that Jack never looked forward to, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. Couples just argued. Somewhere, at any given time in the day, an couple would be arguing.

Maybe it was a healthy thing for relationships to do? A chance to blow off steam.

An argument was similar to boiling potatoes in a pressure cooker. Comments and anger would just sit, stewing in dingy water, boiling until the heat of them expanded in the pot, making it scream on the stove until some fated hand pulled it away and let it out, opening up the purist form of hell in a cloud of steam and anger that seemed to originate from Satan himself.

And the arguments were always about something stupid. And Jack was stupid for even trying to argue back. Jamie was impossible.

They stood there in the living room of Jamie's apartment, shouting back and forth. Jack had really done it that time. He slipped up and now he had to eat the wrath that burst around him like flames in a dead forest.

It had been a whole day of tension, but Jack could pinpoint exactly where he fucked up. They had been at the college, standing in the stadium for the homecoming football game. Jack had grown a taste for the sport and often enjoyed following Parker and Jamie to the games. He stood close to Jamie, squishing next to him amongst the roaring crowds.

He watched as the students cheered on their team, showing school spirit in the oddest ways. The players seemed to enjoy the attention and often pushed the crowds to cheer louder whenever they scored, or thwarted the other teem.

Music played for the various moments in the game. The first kick resulted in them howling for the wolves. Then of course there were the spirit fingers, defense boasts, and a chant for the first down as the players crossed the 10 yard mark. They were enjoying themselves, laughing, cheering, carousing.

The crowed screamed as the home team turned over the ball and succeeded a 70 yard throw, resulting in an astonishing touchdown with only a few seconds on the clock before halftime.

The carrier of the ball jumped up, waiving his arms at the students who cheered for him. He gave a small wave before he turned and pulled his helmet off, jogging back to the benches where the coach beckoned him.

Jack hummed as he leaned close to Jamie. "He's kind of hot," he said, not really thinking about what time bomb he had set off. He was feeling more comfortable with his sexuality, and felt like he could be open about other men he found attractive; not that he would do anything in those attractions. Look, but not touch was his motto.

"What?" Jamie asked, sealing Jack's doom.

For the entirety of the second half, Jamie remained silent and cold with Jack. Rather than enjoying the festivities, he merely stood, observing the game with mild interest, arms crossed and face straight.

Despite Jack's attempt to try and ignore it, he couldn't help but feel an uncomfortable heat emanating out of Jamie. Jack stood away from him at a respective distance, hoping not to get bitten, or punched by the other.

He was trying to think of things to say to explain what he had meant by complementing the football player's appearance. He had it all worked out; he would just explain, apologize, and kiss. Perfect.

He was a dumb ass. The game had ended with glory and it was time for the after party celebrations. Jamie talked with Parker about plans, mentioning something about the tailgating parties. Jack attempted to join the conversation, but was interrupted by Jamie who obviously did not care what he had to say.

Jamie had begun to move away from Jack, leaving him on the bleachers so that he could boil in the sun that hung low in the sky. He muttered under his breath as he followed, floating up into the air and drifting down to where his boyfriend pushed through the crowds of drunken students.

"Listen Jamie-"

Jamie slipped away, not giving him a second glance. Jack clenched his fists and flew out of the stadium, following Jamie as he walked to the tailgates. Like a hawk with his prey, Jack swooped down and hovered near Jamie, figuring that he would be able to hear him now. "Jamie, listen," he said as he stepped to the grounds and trotted next to his very pissed boyfriend.

Jamie held up his hand, gesturing to Jack that he stop talking. He was dead on his feet now, standing still as Jamie walked by off to the parties. He huffed and swopped into the air, figuring Jamie needed some time to cool off, though the brat had been pouting about it for two hours before the game ended.

How long would it take? Jack was seated in a tree, glaring down like crazed vulture hell bent on murder. Storm clouds gathered over his head and threatened all joy with his violent sorrow. Surly Jamie would be ready to talk by now.

Jamie was amongst a crowd of people, laughing with a Solo cup in his hand. He was waving his hands as he talked, retelling his favorite details about the game when Jack landed behind him. In his frustrations, he didn't really think of anything to say before he landed, so he stood there kind of awkwardly, thinking hard and fast. "Oh, well," he began. "You get mad at me because I happen to make an innocent comment, and then you go and shroud yourself in a group of guys?" he said, not entirely sure where he was going with his statement; he was kind of just talking out of his ass. "You know, I could call you a shameless hussy for that and completely take the situation out of context like you did with me."

Jamie visibly twitched, though he did now show his face to Jack. He spoke to the group of friends. "Do you guys feel that annoying breeze?" he said darkly. "I wish it would just go away. Summer was so nice this year. I kind of hate the cold," he laughed, stabbing Jack deep in the heart. "Oh well, if winter is gonna breath down your neck, you may as well endure it. After all it doesn't stick around for long, right!?" He threw his hands in the air, sloshing his drink backwards and soaking Jack in beer.

Jamie's friends laughed and oooh. "Party foul!" they all yelled as the pushed Jamie and teased him.

Jack was beyond frustrated. He muttered, and made a choking motion towards Jamie before he pulled away and summoned his staff, waving it and sending a rush of cold and ice right at Jamie's back. The wind picked up and the clouds broke, relieving themselves of the snow and sleet they had ben burdened with.

Jack was so done. He rushed away, going to retreat to the apartment he and Jamie called home. If Jamie wouldn't talk to him, then fine; he would wait until Jamie was ready to come and talk.

He was curled on the couch when Jamie came home, wet and shivering from the sleet Jack had summoned. He wiped his hair and glared at Jack. "You're a fucking child," he growled as he tore off his soaked shirt and threw it at him.

"You're the one who was ignoring me! I was trying to apologize, then you threw beer on me!"

"You were gawking over another guy!" Jamie retorted as he kicked off his shoes. "Excuse me for getting a little peeved at that. Then you had to go and pout and make it cold which only pissed me off more."

Jack clenched his hands. "I am not the child, you're the one who's the child! Get over yourself; so I looked at another guy and commented on his looks. I'm dating you aren't I? Obviously that means I find attraction in you."

"Yeah. And you also find attraction in other men's asses. You were drooling at him."

Something snapped in the back of Jack's mind. He really didn't think his words through before he sputtered them out at Jamie in a fit of frustration and rage. "Fine. That guy's ass was hot and I'd do him in a second. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Jamie glared, knowing Jack was just being stupid. "No. But thanks for letting me know. I'll be sure to work on my physique so you can find attraction in my masculinity, because I'm obviously not beefy enough for you."

It was like talking to a wall with sassy comments written all over it. Why was he trying? Why wasn't he thinking? "Please," Jack snorted, again, not thinking before he opened his mouth. "You're a figure skater. You wouldn't compare." The doom sealing comment had been said. There was a familiar sound of cracking that radiated through the apartment. Jack had made a terrible error. He knew what just happened; and he knew what would happen to him. He dare not look at Jamie. Was he giving the face? He could feel the face.

Jack peeked.

Fuk.

Jamie was indeed giving the face. He had his arms crossed, his face darkened dangerously, similar to the expression a lioness would make before it crudely bit into a gazelle's jugular.

"You're right. You're so right. I don't even know because you're the star of right and I'm just wallowing in the sea of wrong while you float away on your ship of right."

Jamie cocked his hip, and smiled while Jack dreaded what was coming next.

Jack was quiet, laying dead in the water while Jamie cocked and loaded the torpedo that would fuck with him for the rest of the night. He knew what was coming. He was going to be brain ninjaed. Jamie was the mind terrorist and he was the fucking world trade center.

Jamie smiled.

Oh god no.

He turned.

Please don't. What's he going to say?

"That's cute Jack. It's okay that you seek masculinity. Obviously you need it because you're a fucking floating pixy boy."

Jack twitched. "Ahahahahah. I don't care what you think!" he shouted as he leaned back in his seat on the couch. He put his feet up on the coffee table and pretended to watch the TV, leaving Jamie to go about his business.

For a while, Jack was able to ignore the comment; however, that one comment had been working at corroding away inside his mind. He was manly. He wasn't-

He stood up and shouted towards their room where Jamie had gone. "I'M NOT A FUCKING PIXY!"