Jack's story was written
by Rog, better known as Three of Eight. Andrew and Elias decided to play and go seek. Can you help find them? No? You want to read this
story? Well that's a great idea! Please
sit back and enjoy!!
WARNING! Major slash up ahead.
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I woke up with a start. That dream was back...It was gone for a while since Clu
left for college, but then a new one showed up, only this time, starring Clu's
older Brother, Carey.
"Why do I keep
having these dreams?" I asked myself. "I can't like Clu or Carey like
that. Can I?"
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My
name is Jack Phillips and I have a drinking problem. Oops, wrong confession.
On this web page, I'm going to explain a few things about myself so I'm going
to logically list out the things you'll read here.
- That passage up above
- Why I miss Fi
- Why I can't stand Annie
- My trip to visit Clu at college
First,
the passage. I used to have these...dreams about Clu and I for about 5 months
before he left for college, and even for about a month after that. I spent a
lot of nights going without sleep because I feared those dreams, I didn't want
them at all! They were wrong and to tell you the truth, disturbing. I mean
sure, Clu's got a PERFECT body and...NO! not writing that, not writing that! So
anyways, about a month after he left (Carey was here by now) I started dreaming
about Carey and since Carey took Clu's bunk on the bus, I was always sleeping
within 4 feet of him...he looks so nice when he sleeps, in an older guy sort of
way--he's about 20 and I'm 17, we're not that far apart so it'd be okay for us
to...AHHH!!!! New topic.
Just
before my senior year, Fi decided to move to Seattle. I REALLY miss her. Her
adventures always made the tour interesting...I'd never admit it to her, but I
had fun going on her "weird" hunts. What was fun was that we'd almost
always take Clu or Carey with us and she'd go off on her own and tell us to go
off and we got to be alone until she found us. I loved that alone time. But was
always ready to run if I heard Fi. I really don't think Clu noticed that as we
were walking (me behind him of course) I was staring directly at his --
"Dude?
What are you looking at?"
"N-Nothin', why?"
"It seemed like you were checkin' me out!" Clu said
sorta freaked.
"Psh! Don't be such an ass, Clu. I don't swing that way.
You know that."
"You sure?"
WHAT?!?
Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Is it possible? Nope, I drifted off to
sleep. Aww...
Annie...this
ought to be fun! Annie is the most annoying blonde on the face of this earth,
and I've seen many. Reasons she's annoying:
1) her voice -- have you heard her sing? I mean the songs are
nice, but sometimes the singing is worse than nails on a chalkboard.
2) I swear she sits on her computer and writes stories about
what she'd like seeing us (the rest of us on the tour) do to each other, with
each other, or have done to us. I think she has deep-rooted psychological
issues. I know I heard that she used to go to a shrink from someone before.
3) I forgot about how she's always asking Fi for help with
things. Like Fi has nothing better to do than sit on her computer all day and
help Annie? Oh wait...
2) Every time she's near me I feel like she's coming on to
me. It's scary...I mean, she is cute in a way, but she's also a Freshman...I
have an image to uphold. Not sure exactly how upheld that will be when and if
anything ever happens with Clu...
4) The way she's always talking about her
"panther". Hey, Annie, THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A SPIRIT PANTHER! And
even if there was, he would never in a million years hang around you.
5) What's with the bright colors, Annie? They put sharp
stabbing pains into the back of my eyes.
I
could go on forever about Annie but I'm pretty sure you don't want to read
about her anymore. Furthermore, I think you'd rather read more about Clu. Just
recently, I went to visit him at college for a week, that was so fun. He has a
HUGE bed (and his own one room apartment but it's pretty small) and the whole
time I was there, he told me to sleep in his bed instead of on his rather small
couch. Maybe I didn't dream that earlier. I understood that he wanted me to be
comfortable while I stayed with him, but I think he was trying to torture me.
What a mean best friend...no treats for him. Okay, I'll give him treats. The
only thing I don't understand about that trip was the fig leaf I found in the
bottom of his underwear drawer. I'm gonna have to e-mail him and ask about
that.
Well,
that's all now for now. My life is so logical and boring that there's nothing
more worth writing. Goodbye my friends, and if you really like this, please
encourage by reviewing to it.