AN: Hey, hi, sup, everyone! I'm glad you're all adoring "Welcome to the New Home" up till this point, and a special thanks goes out to my extremely tuff friends who are reviewing, and another great thank-you to all of you who are reading my first ever story on here! Well, let's get reading what happens this Saturday with Jazz! Enjoy! :D
Chapter 28
Friday night in the Curtis's house actually went by fast, due to the Greasers enjoying each of the horror movies that they were watching to wrap up their usual Friday Greaser movie marathons.
Tons of horror movies were watched, starting with the Scream series and then finishing up the whole Greaser movie marathon with Nightmare on Elm Street. That Freddie guy certainly did scare poor Jazz to death, especially the scene when you first saw that he had knives for fingers. It actually frightened Cassidy, too, and the two of them held each other close, not realizing how awkward and how bright pink each other were until the film of Nightmare on Elm Street was half over.
Johnny and Kitten had both fell asleep in each others arms at the strike of midnight, meaning that the rest of the gang had to be very, very quiet when continuing their Greaser movie marathon, and not to mention that they needed to turn the volume down on the TV a bit.
Steve had past out at 1:00, no matter how hard he fought to try to stay awake, he couldn't. Dallas couldn't even compete with the tiredness that was creeping up on him, so he tiredly stumbled out of the room, quietly fumbled up the stairway, then gently and carefully retrieved the youngest Cade, who was still past out in her dreaming sleep, from Darry's bedroom, and he carried her back downstairs with him.
Two-bit went to sleep at 1:35 in the recliner, right when Darry was starting to gather up all of the empty bowls and now clenched dented cans of all kinds of different pops, and Two-bit's beer bottles. The eldest Curtis's only grinned and playfully rolled his eyes at that, right before he picked one of the big, heavy, cozy blankets up from laying on the floor and tucked it around Kitten and Johnny-cake, Kitty-cat resting peacefully in Johnny's arms, which were both locked around her waist, keeping her close to his chest as they both slept.
Sodapop, who was also getting very tired, grinned a tired, but handsome grin at his and Pony's older brother, then started helping him fix the living room back up. Darry fixed the pillows back around while Soda snatched the other warm and cozy blankets up from the floor and used them to tuck his friends up, starting with Steve, who was past out in front of the coffee table, then covering up Dallas, who had both Cassidy and Jocelyn sleeping in his arms on the opposite end of the couch that Kitten and Johnny weren't fast asleep on.
Ponyboy had actually fell asleep the minute that the clock struck 11:25, which was when the gang was busy watching Zombieland. Soda and Darry couldn't help chuckling and snickering to each other at the sight of their baby brother, considering that he was actually able to fall asleep with Dally's cheering for Talahassee, and Steve's laughter for how Columbus was when explaining his first few rules on how to actually survive Zombieland, and Two-bit couldn't stop mumbling to himself on how hot he thought Witchita was, while he wished to himself that she was blonde or at least a ginger-headed female.
Anyway, though, Pony was fast asleep, so Sodapop carefully and lovingly carried his and Darry's youngest, baby brother up the stairs with Darry following and watching with one of his rare grins as Soda tucked Ponyboy into bed, right before Sodapop whispered good-night to Darry, then went to sleep himself.
Darry whispered to his kid brothers to have a good nights rest, too, right before he quietly closed their bedroom door all the way and walked into his bedroom, which was across the hall. The oldest Curtis got under his covers and held Jazz close to him, considering that the poor twelve-year-old boy was very scared of being by himself after getting those phone calls from Holly, but he lied yet again and told Darry that he was afraid of the frightening images that was shown on some of the horror flicks that the gang had watched. So, Darry allowed Jazz to sleep with him that night, hearing the last sleepy words from Jazz before they were both out like lights, "I promise that I'll go back to sleeping on my own sooner or later..." and Darry told him, "Don't worry, kiddo...you can rest with me, or Ponyboy and Soda anytime you feel scared...it's no problem at all...not one bit."
After that, the two of them were out in two deep sleeps.
Nevertheless, that moment was during the night and the very, very early morning of Friday night and Saturday morning. It was now officially 8:30 P.M. in the Curtis's house, and believe it or not, Jazz was home alone.
Since the twelve-year-old brunette-haired boy believed that the Greasers were doing so much for him, and not to mention that they were his best and only friends, Jazz told them to go out for a friends night at the Dingo and to catch a movie or something that didn't involve them being under the Curtis's roof with him. At first, the gang complained and debated on it because Jazz was now an official member of their Greasers gang and not to mention their friend, and when he spoke to them to go out on a friends night, they didn't quite get it on how they were actually supposed to head on out on a friends night out when not all of the friends were out together. Ponyboy tried convincing Jazz with words to come with them while Soda then attempted tickling him into it, but no matter how much Jazz laughed and no matter how much he took into deep thought with Pony's words, he told the gang to go on without him, saying to them and promising that he'd be okay.
After that, it took about five minutes for Darry to think it all through and for him to make the final decision, considering that he was the leader of the Greasers, and after thinking hard about Jazz's word that he would be perfectly fine...he allowed it, and the gang slipped on their waterproof boots and winter jackets, getting ready to hit on the walk to the Dingo to catch some drinks, and then to go ahead to catch a movie at the theater. Cassidy grinned at Jazz's offer, but then leaned in and gave Jazz a kiss on the lips when nobody else was paying attention, and Jazz gave her a longer one back, as he stroked her silky brunette hair, which was now perfectly straight and out of her braids from the night before. Before leaving, Cassidy and Jazz both smiled at each other and they agreed on having two more friendship kisses, right before Cassidy trotted out the front door of the Curtis's house to catch up with the rest of the gang.
The Curtis's house was full of complete silence with the twelve-year-old boy relaxing there all by himself with the TV on Mickey Mouse, considering that Jazz thought that it reminded him of Two-bit. He truly missed the gang. It was his first time being all by himself since he was rescued off the street by Ponyboy and Two-bit. He really missed having Cassidy and him kiss each other with their precious little friendship kisses, and not to mention just hanging around with the rest of the gang in general with Two-bit cracking jokes, Ponyboy and Kitten hanging out a whole lot more than usual with Johnny tagging along, Dallas playing with Jocelyn, Darry reading the newspaper, and lastly with Soda and Steve having their own little card attack games on each other.
It was quiet now under the Curtis's roof for the first time ever. There was nothing being heard but the soft musical tone and jingles of Mickey Mouse as he danced and sang on the TV screen. Other than that, it was quiet...too quiet.
Jazz was washing the last couple of dishes from one of Sodapop's famous and very colorful dinners for the gang, scrubbing away at the plates, silverware, and cups with a sponge and liquid soap, the clear and somewhat rainbow bubbles shining off on the surfaces of the used dishes. The twelve-year-old hummed a great tune from that song of his about a certain girl to himself as he continued scrubbing and washing the dishes in the sink, while listening to Mickey Mouse sing from the TV sceen in the living room. The gang said that they wouldn't be back until 10:30, and it was only 8:35, meaning Jazz still had a long while to spend all by himself in the dark winter night of December.
As Jazz continued washing the dishes and listening to Mickey Mouse sing softly, the phone suddenly rang off 'Ring! Ring!', which caused Jazz to yelp out of his humming tune of his song from the noise being so unexpected. An angry look formed in Jazz's eyes as he clenched his teeth and let out a soft, snarl-like growl from his lips, right before he washed and dried away the water and soap bubbles from his hands and turned off the water in the sink, then angrily, but still remaining soft at the same time, stomped over to the kitchen table, where the phone was still resting.
Jazz snatched it up and released another snarl-like growl from his lips, knowing who that must've been.
"Hello?" Jazz mumbled, rolling his eyes as he held the phone up to his ear, finally excepting the call.
"..Hey, Jazz,"
Yep, Jazz was right. It was Holly again.
(Bold: Jazz Italic: Holly)
"What could you possibly want THIS TIME, HOLLY?!"
Jazz was now certainly and totally losing his patients with this girl, considering that she called him five times exactly in just a few half days and she wouldn't leave him alone. Since he was home alone, Jazz didn't care that he was technically almost on the edge of yelling at this Soc girl.
"I'm just reminding you about tomorrow. Remember that I-"
Jazz rolled his eyes, then cut the girl off before she could go on with what she wanted to say. "The mall tomorrow at 3:30 P.M. by the main indoor fountain. I got it, savy? Now can you leave me alone?! I already told you that I'd be there!"
"Jazz, you don't understand! Please listen to what else I have to say!"
"NO!"
The twelve-year-old boy was now filled with nothing but complete rage, and you could tell by the anger in his eyes that it looked like he was about to bust his hand through a wall or something.
"Jazz, I'm only trying to help you...trust me, please!"
"GIVE ME ONE REASON WHY I SHOULD! YOU WERE FREAKIN' STALKING ME YESTERDAY AND WAS THREATENING ME OVER THE PHONE IF I DIDN'T AGREE TO HEAD ON OVER TO THE MALL TOMORROW! SO YOU'D BEST-"
A cold chill ran up his spine and tingled through his whole body as he took in a big, deep, but soft breath and his eyes widened from now fear when he realized how upset Holly was getting back at him.
"IF YOU KEEP UP THAT TALK WITH ME, YOU'LL BE ENDING UP GETTING CHOPPED UP INTO NOTHING BUT MAJOR PIECES OF A BOY PUZZLE WITH NOTHING BUT MY BOYFRIENDS BLADE! HECK, WE COULD POSSIBLY EVEN USE A BUTTER-KNIFE IF THERE'S ENOUGH HATE AND ANGER BEHIND IT!"
Jazz gulped one giant gulp in order to take down a lump that was the size of a baseball. He was now completely terrified, desperatly wishing that he was out with the rest of the gang or was at least home with him.
"I'm so sorry, Holly! I didn't mean to get so angry, but I just-"
"Don't bother apologizing, Jazz! It doesn't matter, considering that you're going to get another call!"
A confused expression quickly flew across Jazz's face without any hesitation.
"Wait, what'd you say? Huh?"
"You'll be joining your dad soon if you don't know off your simple anger snaps, Jazz. Just thought that you should know that."
Right after Jazz was about to exclaim back in a very ticked off tone, considering that he got extremely raged again when Holly brought up his dad, Holly told him good-bye and she hung up. Her good-bye sure did sound emotionally upset, or in other words, she was sounding innocent with complete sorrow all the sudden, but that didn't slide Jazz's anger over one bit.
Jazz slapped the phone down at his side and glared in front of him at one of the kitchen windows that had its drape closed in front of it. The twelve-year-old boy bit down on his lip and upsettingly rolled his eyes, wishing to himself on the inside that he wished that he had enough time to tell that Holly girl off since she brought up his father. Nevertheless, Jazz couldn't call Holly back because she was the one who had the Curtis's house number, meaning that he didn't have her number to call her back, which was a major relief, but at that moment, Jazz was wishing that he actually did have it to use it only once so he could tell Holly off.
On the inside, though, Jazz was questioning about what Holly meant when she spoke about him getting another phone call. Who did she mean would call Jazz this time? Why would Holly even say that he would get another phone call when she would be the one calling? Was it possible that she would be the one calling back...or possibly somebody else?
"...Whatever," Jazz snarled to himself under his breath as he walked out of the Curtis's kitchen and crashed himself down onto the couch in the living room, keeping his eyes now glued on Mickey Mouse, who was doing what he was usually supposed to do, dancing and singing to different songs and jingles. "...Nobody talks about my parents... especially my daddy..."
The phone laid to the right of Jazz's leg as he kicked back and rested his hands behind his head and watched Mickey Mouse, like Two-bit would actually be doing at a time like that, while he tried forgetting about Holly's recent call from a minute or so before, but he couldn't let it go, due to how angry he now was in her.
Jazz started attempting getting lost into Mickey Mouse, but before he could even get past fifteen seconds of trying to zone out on the show, like Two-bit being the master at that, the phone went off ringing again.
Quickly, without any hesitation to answer the phone this time, Jazz snapped out of the thoughts of getting lost in the TV show that he was watching and he snatched up the phone, thinking that this phone call that he was recieving this time must've been the next call that Holly was speaking about that he must've been getting. At that moment, all Jazz was thinking about doing was finally getting his chance to tell Holly off after she brought up his dad. So, Jazz shot the phone up to his ear and accepted the call with no second of waiting.
"Alright, Holly, now you listen here-" Jazz began exclaiming
"Who's Holly?"
Jazz's eyes slimly grew big with absolute embarrassment as he took in the sound of this persons voice. It was a male, sounding he was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was just an ordinary teenager, not a psycho killer like Ghostface from the Scream movies or anything like that.
(Bold: Jazz Italic: Teenage boy)
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought that you were somebody else,"
"You did, huh?"
Jazz narrowed his eyes in a confused manner as he grabbed the TV remote with his free hand and turned the volume down, so he could hear whoever this boy was on the other line better. His voice sounded so...familiar. Jazz started questioning on who this boy was, knowing for a complete fact that he did hear his voice before, but he just couldn't remember where or who this boy was.
"Yeah, I did. Sorry 'bout that, I was just in the zone about thinking about someone else,"
"That's okay,"
"May I ask who's calling?"
"You don't know who I am?"
Jazz shook his head, but considering he wasn't talking to whoever this boy was face to face, he apologized to him and said that he had no idea who he was.
"You should know who I am, but considering that you don't, you can call me J,"
Jazz shrugged his shoulders. "J?"
"Did I stutter...Jazz?"
Jazz's eyes then shot big a bit as he remembered Holly's first ever conversation with him from the night before, remembering about how she instantly knew his name because she somehow knew Tigerlily. Then it struck Jazz...this boy that was on the other line must've known Tigerlily, too.
"Say, Jazz...hows your TV show?"
The twelve-year-old boy took down a baseball sized lump in his throat with one single gulp as he began softly breathing in and out rapidly.
"...What TV show?"
"Mickey Mouse,"
A cold chill was sparked all throughout Jazz's body as his china-blue eyes grew bigger a bit more and they began to shine off complete fear, as he looked over at the TV to see none other than the dancing and singing mouse.
Jazz gulped again.
"...How'd you know I was watching that?"
"Because I'm staring at you right now,"
At that moment, Jazz felt like he was actually living the movie Scream. He felt his heart pounding so rapidly in his chest as a cold sweat started forming and trickling down all over his body. Trembling a bit, Jazz took a gander around the living room, then took a peak into the kitchen from the arch doorway, but no one besides him was in the house.
"Hello? Are you there?"
"Jazz?"
The twelve-year-old brunette-haired male Greaser trotted nervously over to one of the Curtis's living room windows and took a very careful and cautious peak around one of the drapes so he could see if anyone was outside in the front yard or on the porch. Nobody was outside, though. Nobody at all.
"Can you see me?"
Jazz nervously shook his head as he quickly closed the small part of the drape that he was peaking out of and stepped away from the window, right before he switched the TV off, then trotted into the kitchen, where he stood close to the wooden staircases railing.
"...Who are you?"
"I already told you...you call me by the letter 'J',"
"Why won't you tell me your actual name, though?"
Jazz was trying his best to not shed a single tear, but he couldn't help from the drops of water to form in the corners and edges of his china-blue eyes.
"Why would you need to know my name?"
"Because you know mine somehow and I would like to know who I'm speaking with,"
"We already met before, Jazz...you should know who I am, because I certainly do remember you,"
Whoever this boy was, Jazz thought to himself, he was certainly acting the way Holly was, but believe it or not, Holly was a whole lot more less creepy.
"Uh...um...look, I got to go,"
"What? But we just started chatting,"
"I'm sorry, but I...I...uh..."
Jazz was trying his best to get the words to come out right and the way that he wanted them to be, but he was so scared that he couldn't help stumbling and fumbling up with his words, causing him to stutter.
"What's wrong, Jazz? Cat got your tongue?"
Whoever this boy was, he was now sounding like he was deviously chuckling with his speaking. That was certainly freaking Jazz out a whole lot more.
"I got to go!"
"Don't you DARE hang up on me!"
Nevertheless, that didn't keep the poor frightened twelve-year-old boy from clicking off the call and settling himself down on the wooden steps, holding back the tears as his face heated up, and the phone laid on his lap, both of his legs staying tightly pressed each other, trembling a bit from so much fear. Jazz was now sweating nothing but a pure, frozen, chilly sweat, and his eyes were now like two marbles, lost from so much terror and filled with so much sorrow and shock, but mainly was scared feelings and thoughts.
Just as Jazz thought he couldn't get anymore scared, the phone rang again. 'Ring! Ring! Ring!' it sang 'Ring! Ring! Ring!' it went on some more, freaking Jazz out even more than he already was, if that was even possible. At first, Jazz desperatly wanted to just let the phone continue ringing and ignore the call, but he knew that if he did, something bad could happen, considering that whoever this 'J' fella was, he knew exactly where Jazz was and where he lived, just like Holly. This boy, whoever he was, actually made Holly seem like an angel sent from above.
Nearly on the edge of breaking down in tears, Jazz shakingly held the phone back up to his ear and he accepted yet another phone call. He was hoping to death that it was at least Holly, considering that she was a whole lot less scary and creepy, but it wasn't her...it was 'J' calling back.
Jazz's china-blue eyes grew huge, as big as they could be from so much terror as the cold sweat on his body grew cooler and a whole lot colder, as he gulped one big, but quiet gulp.
"Yes, J?"
"I told you not to hang up on me, Jazz!"
The sound of 'J'...he was now very angry, and it sounded like he was now trying to sound threatening, which he was doing perfectly, but it was like he was now speaking through clenched teeth...'J' just sounded so...familiar.
"I'm sorry, J, or whoever your actual name is, but I'm not in the mood to talk!"
"You better not hang up on me again, Jazz! I'm warning you! You better not!"
Jazz couldn't help the tears anymore, so he finally allowed some of the drops of water to fall from his eyes as he wiped them away with the back of his free hand, some sniffles escaping from him a bit, too.
"...What do you want from me?"
"I just want to talk to you, Jazz. You shouldn't be afraid,"
"I don't even know who you are, J! Why don't you just dial someone else?!"
"Because it's you I want,"
Jazz tensed up as his heart took one heck of a giant leap in his chest, and more tears fell from his eyes.
"W-what?"
"...Because it's you I want to TALK TO,"
"..You didn't say that before,"
"Maybe because you didn't let me finish, genius!"
"Why don't you stop calling me and leave me alone?!"
"Jazz, you better watch your tone with me, considering that I don't want to argue at all with you here,"
"I'm hanging up now once and for all, so you better stop calling!"
Just as Jazz was about to click off the call with 'J' for the second and hopefully last time, 'J' exclaimed something so loud and ticked off that Jazz didn't even need to hold the phone up to his ear to hear what he was saying.
"IF YOU HANG UP ON ME, YOU'RE GOING TO DIE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER!"
Jazz's china-blue eyes shot big again, but this time wasn't out of sorrow, shock, or fear...but it was out of pure anger. When 'J' bellowed that threatening sentence, it brought more tears to Jazz's eyes, but more rage filled both of them instead of the teardrops.
'J' chuckled deviously a bit, as if what he just said was nothing but a harmless joke, but it certainly was nothing to laugh over.
"Do YOU want to actually DIE, Jazz...because your dad certainly didn't want to die,"
Jazz clenched his teeth angrily, thinking about whoever this 'J' boy could be, and then remembered Tigerlily, now understanding that 'J' must've known her to know about his dad and what happened to him.
"Go to hell!"
After Jazz exclaimed that, he quickly clicked off the phone call with this 'J' teen and without any hesitation, the twelve-year-old boy shot up on his feet and bolted up the staircase, not wanting to wait a single second to stick around by himself downstairs. He felt a lot safer in his bedroom, and so he bashed through the door, slammed it shut behind him, locked it, then quickly dove under the bed, keeping the phone next to him, being clenched tightly in one of his hands so he could possibly call the Dingo to see if the gang was still there, but he was too afraid to even dial a single number. Jazz deseratly wanted to call 911 and get the fuzz on Holly and whoever this 'J' boy was, but he knew he couldn't because Ponyboy and Sodapop would've been taken away to a boys home. Although, Jazz just knew that he knew that male voice that belonged to 'J'...but he just couldn't put his finger on who he actually was, considering that Jazz had a lot on his mind, especially his whole life story that he'd be sharing with the gang at the first night at the Curtis's family ranch.
Jazz was stuck in one heck of a major rut with no escape until he got this 'J' and Holly Soc out of his life for good.
Oh, god...hopefully these hours go by so the rest of the gang will arrive back from their friends night out...and hopefully Jazz gets no more calls from 'J' or Holly...or anybody for that matter, unless it was one of the other Greasers.
AN: Dun, dun, duuuunnn! Intense chapter, huh? Well, that wraps up Saturday and it's time to head on to Sunday, the day that Jazz is supposed to head to the mall to meet this Holly, her boyfriend, her boyfriends brother, and her boyfriends brothers girlfriend...uh, oh! One Greaser hanging out with four Socs in one big mall? What could possibly happen? Who is this 'J' boy? Who's Holly? And all of those other questions that I usually ask still remain! So, I'll read yawl in the next chapter (1 more day until the Curtis's weekly long family ranch trip!) :D :D :D :D
