Chapter 5-
Okay. To The She Devil~ (Got the tail!) I started that Jesse & Chester Love story I wanted to do… Hee hee hee. }:-) It isn't going
anywhere, and I might never post it, but what the hell? What have I got to lose?
Oh, and for those who want to know what
Josiah looked like, HE looks like Carrot Top. (He's the star of the New ATT commercials. See my bio to get the pic of him. Ain't he wonderful? :-P
Dave
opened his eyes to find that he was in a warm, comfortable bed. He lay there, until the memories of the
previous night flooded his head. He sat
bolt upright as he realized that Joey drove them home from…Brooklyn. Dave ran out the bedroom door and into
Joey's room. He noticed the clothes and
jewelry he wore the night before were folded neatly on the bed. Then he ran out into the kitchen, where he
saw the note on the table, under the keys, and when he picked up the note, and
unfolded it, the Dexter Holland necklace fell out into his hands. He then proceeded to read the note. Dave burst into tears by the time he reached
the end. His son had left him, and he
might never see him again. He sank to
his knees and sobbed openly. He looked
skyward and screamed "WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?" He continued to scream obscenities until he grew tired and sank to the
floor completely, not caring about anyone but Joey. God, why was I so
mean to him? Why did I scare him so
badly? Why? He cursed himself.
Joey
sighed once more as he walked through the city. He had left only a day ago, and part of him wanted to crawl back,
but he knew he couldn't. He sighed as
he reached a funeral home. He read the
sign outside, but he really didn't have to. He entered and walked inside. He
recognized many of the mourners as his classmates. He noticed Josh there in a wheelchair, and his arm casted as
well. He stepped over and knelt down to
his friend. "Hey. Are you okay?" He asked. Josh
nodded. "Except for the fact that my
arm is broken and both my ankles got twisted, yeah. I'm fine." Josh
said. Joey nodded and smiled. "Tough it out. If you rest enough, I'm pretty sure that you'll be able to walk
through at commencement. Don't
worry." Joey said. He left and walked up to his friend's
casket. He had long, red-golden curls,
that weren't tied back, even for the funeral. His normally hazel eyes were shut peacefully. He wore a long-sleeve grey shirt and a pair of light-blue jeans; This was his favorite
outfit. Joey allowed a tear to slip out
of his eye. Over to the side, there was
an easel covered with memories of his short life. There was a baby picture, and Josiah as a toddler, and the one
that brought the most tears out of those who looked at it; Josiah and his mom,
dad, and big sister together at a picnic somewhere. It was taken only a few months before in the very outfit he was
wearing. Alex was still up there; Joey
hadn't even noticed her in his disbelief. He walked up to her and lay an arm across her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Alley." He whispered, hugging her. She sobbed into his broad shoulders, softly
pulling his hair in grief. Joey didn't
mind at all; he just wanted Alex to feel better. She asked to go outside and he led her out front. "Joey, I have something to tell you." Joey looked a little hurt, and she must have
sensed this. "No! It's not that, but it's about dating…" She said. He cocked his head to the side, a little bit confused. "I used to date Siah." She said. Joey's eyes widened. "God, I'm
sorry!" He whispered, opening his arms
to offer a hug. She smiled a little and
accepted. "Alex…I'm leaving." He said. She cocked her head a little. "I
ran away from Dad-I mean, Dave." He
whispered. Her eyes grew wet with
tears. He saw this. "Alley. We can still go out, but not to public places, or to dinner or
anything. I won't be able to afford
anything…" He said. She nodded. "Where will you be living? I
need to see you…" She said. He looked down and shrugged his
shoulders. She placed a hand on his
shoulder. "At least come back and stay
for Siah. Please?" She asked. He nodded, placing an arm around her shoulders and following her
inside. She led him over to Josh, Tara,
and Trent who were reminiscing about Josiah. They each shared a memory and then stood there silently. "I need to go to the ladies' room." Alex said, scratching her nose. Tara took the hint and piped up. "You know what, so do I." She said, following her friend. They got to the bathroom and Alex turned to
Tara. "I need to borrow your cell
phone." She said. Tara looked at her funny. "Just give it to me!" She said. Tara obliged.
The
phone rang at the Malucci residence. Dave looked up from Jing-Mei's lap where he had been crying and grabbed
the phone. "Malucci?" He asked. "Dave? Oh my god!" Alex said. Dave perked up. "What's up? He asked her. "I know where Joey is." She said. Dave looked confused,
drawing a look of equal confusion out of Jing-Mei. "What? How did you know
he was even gone?" He asked. "Oh. HE showed up here and told me he left. I'm at Josiah's funeral. He'll
be here for about 15 minutes, so if you want him, get your ass down here, got
it?" She asked. "When it ends, if I haven't been there,
stall him. Go back to your place, the
van, whatever. Don't let him go!" He said, hanging up. "Chen, We gotta go to the funeral
home." He said.
Jing-Mei
sped down the road in her car and Dave rubbed his palms together in
anxiety. They finally got to the
funeral home and, sure enough, Joey was still there. He had his back turned to the car, and was hugging Alex. Dave got out of the car and ran up to him. Joey knew he was in for it, and he cowered
to the floor. Dave saw this and lifted
his son off of the ground. He gently planted a kiss onto his son's cheek. Joey didn't know if this was for real or
not. He hesitated, but then hugged his
father. Dave wrapped Joey as close as
he could and **Everything was Wonderful Again.**
Like the Everclear reference I put in? And in answer to all questions, both negative and positive to my Whose Fault Is It? By Manson, I just wanted to say that I thought that some people might actually like to hear some reality in a world of deceit. If you don't like it, you can all kiss my ass. (Sorry for being negative, but I gave full credit to Marilyn Manson. I never even said it was mine, and since it is published on many of his fansites, my cousin's included, I figured that he don't give a shit about it.) Also, apologies for this chapter being so short. I wanted to get started on another chapter, entitled with a Favorite Alice Cooper song. Can anyone guess what it is? I have a hot picture of Erik Palladino to anyone who at least takes a guess. I swear, most of you will melt when you see it… Especially you, my little Devil… }:-)