Fabulous Skyhighfan,

HERE; special just for you. Gawd, we writers are tender creatures that often scare easily and run from our responsibilities. It's just in my nature; I do what I want! … Don't hurt me.

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Day 28: Doing something ridiculous.-in which they remember that they did something ridiculous.

Jamie's head hung low. He was squatting, body slumped over in some corner while the rest of the world moved about its business. There was something pounding in his head, like a hammer being beaten against metal. He was busy concentrating on something on the ground, anything, a crack, a wad of chewed up gum, a used up cigarette. He groaned and scrambled his fingers through his hair, pulling on the roots of it as he tried to muster the sheer will to at least stand up. This was it; this would surly be the day that he just keeled over and die. And it was all thanks to some white-haired asshole who called himself Jack.

"I hate you; I hate you so much that I wish you were dead," he mumbled as reality came crashing around him when he remembered bits and pieces of embarrassing moments from the night before.

"You're being over dramatic," came a cool voice from beside him. Suddenly there was a hand on Jamie's shoulder. Jamie stiffened.

"Am I, Jack? Am I?" he protested as he dared to lift his head and cast a glare towards Jack's general direction—he couldn't really see all that well, so his face was more of a squint than a threatening stare.

There was a calm chuckle from whence Jack stood bent over Jamie's crouched body. "Has anyone told you that you're absolutely precious when you're pretending to be mad?"

Jamie scrambled his fingers through his hair again. He let out a growl that vibrated deep in his throat. He was so bold to raise his head from its previously hung position. At first he squinted to the assault of light on his eyes. From beside him, Jack was a blurred blob of white, white, and more white. When Jack came into focus, Jamie nearly lost whatever bit of composure he had left. He brought his fingers to his face and dug them into his cheeks, mouth a-gape, face frozen in a silent scream. "What happened to your face?" He half whined, half laughed.

Jack was indeed the product of a wild night gone too far. His once pale, clear skin was now smeared with the mish-mash retirements of a make up color palate fit for only the most fabulous of drag queens. Fake eyelashes clung to the corners of Jack's eyes, giving his face the impression that it was melting. His lips were made to look more plump with lipliner that was now smeared as though he had been in a long lip lock with someone.

With a roll of his eyes, Jack snorted. "Don't look at me like that. You look way worse than me."

Sheer terror struck Jamie as his hands flew to his face. His skin felt heavy and tight, his fingers rub along his cheeks, lips, eyes. Oh god. He pulled them away and looked at the colors staining his fingers. Staring down at his hands as though he had just committed murder. He let lose another little whine.

"Why do I let you take me drinking?" he whimpered as he attempted to wipe away at his face with the backs of his hands.

"Because I buy you the good stuff. And you always have a good time with me?" Jack said as he pretended to count all of the very good reason in which Jamie chose to further fraternize with Jack-the-obvious-bad-influence. "Because I give you great head when you're super drunk and horny, and because I take care of you when you get sick-"

"Please stop," Jamie cried as he pulled himself together and scrambled to his feet. He wobbled and swayed for a few moments before he stabilized himself by using Jack as his grounding. "Why? Where?" were his own words he could muster as the room began to spin in the most unpleasant way.

Jack mused for a moment. "We went to the usual place," he began, "and there we met Penny, Spice, and—what was that other one's name?"

"Pumpkin?" Jamie asked. He groaned when he realized that he had remembered the drag queen's name. "Pumpkin," he seethed. "He—she, who-her, it was Pumpkin's idea!"

"Yeah, right," Jack confirmed as he slid his hand around Jamie's waist. He held Jamie up mostly as they slowly began to walk from where they had woken up—which was somewhere on a subway bench. Apparently the two in their black-out stupor decided to pull over there for the evening. Not even Jack fully knew where they were.

"Well anyway," Jack continued, occasionally glancing up at the signs, trying to get his barrings on their location "They said that we were just the type of guys that they were looking for for their show; remember?"

"They said it was for charity; for the transgender community," Jamie said as he blinked slowly, relying heavily on Jack to guid him through the crowds of hurrying people. He was too hung over to care about the glances and scoffs of disgust cast his way. He just wanted to get home where he could kill his boyfriend in peace.

He didn't want to get all dressed up. That much he remembered from the night before; sure he was gay, but he wasn't like that.

"It was all in good fun. Getting dressed up, doing a few lip-syncing songs to Lady Gaga. I think you enjoyed yourself. You were by far the most popular out of all of us. Man, all of those cheers. You sure do know how to shake it in some heals," Jack mused adoringly.

"I guess," Jamie mumbled as he tried to remember what all he had done that evening. "I don't really remember."

"That's too bad because you were kind of hot," came Jack's playfully evil chuckle from Jamie's side.

Jamie's cheeks flashed hot with a bright, red blush. His shoulders slumped as flashes of a TV monitor and a stage flashed before his eyes. He remembered...He shuddered.

"Good news-" Jack chimed. "I remember where we are."

"How long until we get home?" Jamie mumbled as he puttered towards the nearest railcar.

"Um. A few hours. Like maybe three?" Jack said as they both crashed through the doors and slumped onto the nearest available seat.

"A few hours?" Jamie screeched. He was awake and alert now. Suddenly, everyone in the car noticed his presence. They all stared at the boy with the trashy make up and wild hair with strange curiosity. Jamie's expression of sheer panic only caused them to stare further.

"We seem to have found ourselves in a different city," Jack laughed, "...in a different state. Should be home in, um, 5 hours," he calculated.

Jamie shut his mouth quickly and slumped in his chair. Eventually those that were gawking at him turned away and went back to their own business, leaving Jamie to sit silently. He wasn't sure if he had the strength to be mortified, embarrassed or any of the like. He had already done so many ridiculous things.

Eventually the two settled down as the railcar zoomed through the black tunnels. They would ride it as far as it would take them. Jamie settled beside Jack and leaned his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. He cozyed up to Jack, eventually finding peace before lulling himself off into a dizzying sleep.