Author's Note: Hello everybody. This is my first In A Heartbeat fanfic, so if you hate it, then take into consideration that I am but a lowly apprentice to the master-writers. In other words, leave me alone, I'm a beginner. Thank you for your patience in reading the ranting and raving of a mentally unstable sixteen-year old (that was a joke, just so you more serious individuals failed to understand my dry witticisms…hehehe). *…* represent italics, and '…' represent thoughts. Enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: I in no way, shape, or form set any claims of ownership to In A Heartbeat. It belongs to Disney, and maybe some other people (though I have seriously contemplated stealing Christopher…again, another joke =o). If Disney feels that I am impinging on their copyright, then I'll simply remove my story (after proof of ownership of course…we wouldn't want any overzealous flame-spewers making me take my story off, now would we?) Oh, yeah, I'm not making any money off this either, so nobody sue. The few quarters and dimes I have hoarded are neither worth the time nor the effort. On with the story!
The Secret Life of a Black-Haired Boy
Jamie Waite hurried towards the Kingsport EMS Station at a fast walk, his long legs eating up the distance at an unnaturally quick pace. His smooth strides soon took him to the entrance, and then into the presence of his three very disgruntled teammates. "Jamie, you're late *again.* This is the third time this week, and it's only Wednesday!" scolded Val Lanier. "Yeah, man, Alex is gonna kill you!" chipped in Tyler, Mr. Golden Boy himself. 'Damn it. It's not my fault my father chose to come visit his wayward son this week' Thought Jamie as he ran his long fingers through his spiky black hair. "Uh…sorry guys. This week has been kind of hectic, all right? Besides, from the way you guys are loafing around here, it doesn't look like we got a call. I didn't miss anything, so chill," he said. "Whatever," said Val, rolling her eyes and sauntering off to another side of the room. "Jamie, you know that I'll have to officially reprimand you sooner or later for tardiness…" started Hank, the group's leader. "Yeah, I know, I know," sighed Jamie as he opened his locker and brought out his EMS uniform. "I just hope it's later rather than sooner," he said, walking out the door to go and change in the Men's' bathroom.
-----------------------Several Hours Later, Off Call----------------------
"I just wish I knew what was going on with him lately!" exclaimed Katie Roth to Val. They were talking about Jamie, of course. "He's just been acting so weird lately. I wish I knew what was going on," she continued. "Well, if you can't find out, Katie, no one can," said Val. "I guess," Katie mumbled uncharacteristically.
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"Just where in the hell have you been?" sneered Simon Joseph Waite as Jamie returned from his shift at the EMS station. "I was volunteering at that station I told you about," answered Jamie, the usually rebellious teen subdued in fear of the drunken creature before him. "Liar!" spat his father angrily. "You were probably out getting high, hanging out with all of those punk friends of yours. You're no good, you know that? No good at all. No damn respect. That's the problem with you kids today; ya got no damn respect for your elders! You go out partying and drinking, and then you lie to us. You think I'm stupid? Well, do ya?! Do ya?!" cried the older Waite, his words slurred in his drunken state. "I'm going to teach you some freaking respect, damn you!" he cried, lunging for Jamie. "No, please, no," whimpered Jamie as his father approached, a beer bottle clutched tightly in his hand as he held it above his head, ready to strike.
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