Oh My!

By Kay

Disclaimer: Heck, if I owned Everworld, Jalil would SO be proposed to by everyone in the five mile radius. Even Loki. Cause... he's just so cute. Bwahahaha. (Obviously-- I don't own EW.)

Author's Notes: La la la... SLASH IMPLICATIONS. :D Even if it's more or less only for humor, there's something at the end... this fic idea's been itching at my mind for ages, because I find it hilarious. So I just had to write it, even if I can't do the scene justice.

Remember when Christopher's little brother discovered he was "sleeping with a black man"? Bwahaha. Well...

You have to have read EW #2, and the scene where Christopher's little brother seems to believe he's sleeping with Jalil. And YES, the bro may be OOC, but I can't remember his character, and someone's borrowing my book. What was his name again! Max, Mark... UGH...


For what must have been the thousandth time, Jalil wondered what he was doing here.

It wasn't that there was anything he was worried about-- although the very idea of standing here, on this certain porch, watching the slightly cracked paint on the door frame of this door, did make him somewhat uneasy. Still. It wasn't like there was anything he was anxious over. No reason why he'd want to get the hell away from here as fast as possible.

Of course not. That would be silly.

Jalil scowled to himself, shifting impatiently while he considered-- again-- what he was doing. Didn't anyone ever answer the door in this house? It was so stupid, and he'd rang the doorbell at least three times, and he knew it wasn't broken because his ears caught the sound of the ringing inside the house. Then he resorted to knocking-- and nearly skinned his hand on the metal screen door frame. Obviously, just being here was already giving him bad luck.

Of course, there was no such thing. Unless you counted just being here as bad luck. Which Jalil did, swearing up a storm in his mind, irritated at the lack of response from inside the house he stood by.

The dark eyed teenager eyed the door warily again, some part of his mind wondering if it would be safe to just yell and get it over with. A nice, "CHRISTOPHER, LET ME IN, YOU SONOFA--"

No, definitely not. Not unless he really wanted to go to jail this young.

Yes. Being at Christopher Hitchcock's house... really... really... really bothered him. But not enough to do something stupid and go to the slammer for it. Although the temptation was getting very hard to resist-- it was hot out, the July sunlight shimmering down over the sidewalks, heating his back up just enough to be uncomfortable. Not to mention, even with the hot air, there was no way he was going to stand around for fifteen minutes for some lazy, television-cramming idiot who didn't know the meaning of the word "inchoate."

Jalil cursed the morning he agreed to tutor Christopher for Chemistry. Cursed it literally.

Wasn't it bad enough that he had to deal with him in Everworld? He glared up at the house with narrowed eyes, noting all the shut windows. And didn't Christopher say to be there at four, because no one would be home and no one would make a fuss? When he said no one would be home, Jalil had assumed that at least Christopher himself would be there. Obviously not.

Again, Jalil contemplated just pounding on the door and screaming random insults. Of course... the entire idea seemed childish when you thought about it. And of course, thinking was getting harder to do when you were bored and irritated out of your mind. And there was no way in hell he was going to wait for the lovely "family" to get home, and demand to know what a black teenager was doing, sitting on their front porch steps with a heavy backpack and a quickly sun-burning neck--

"Hey, what are you doing?"

It was a suspicious, wary voice. A voice that said, 'Hey, there's a black teenager sitting on my front porch steps with a heavy backpack and a sunburned neck. Wow.'

Jalil froze, cursed himself and mostly Christopher three thousand times inwardly, and turned around cautiously. To his surprise, his own dark eyes met with two blinking, wide blue ones. A few feet shorter than his own eyelevel.

Quickly, without even moving his head, he warily surveyed the younger boy-- wild blonde hair, large pants that seemed almost like a skaters, backpack, so obviously Christopher's little brother, and the person who was currently staring at him like he'd grown three heads.

"Dude," the boy commented, blinking. "Um... hey, what's up?"

'At least he's not running and screaming rape yet,' Jalil told himself darkly. Unless there was some miracle that Christopher's earlier racism-- which, granted, was fading-- didn't extend to his family. Instead, he just tried a polite, somewhat innocent smile directed at the younger brother.

"Nothing much. I was just looking for your brother, Christopher," he said casually. He calmly shifted his backpack so it looked less threatening-- or something. Although it didn't really seem likely things would end up with him doing something wrong, it never hurt to be prepared for something bad to happen. Good motto in life, Jalil thought.

Of course, the last thing he expected was for the boy's jaw to drop in shock.

And his eyes to widen to the size of dinner plates.

And to hear a squeak-- a squeak, of all things-- come from his mouth.

"Oh my god! You're... um... here to see, um, my brother? Oh god. Wow. Then you're... oh man..."

Jalil found himself, quite frankly, gaping in surprise. Staring, he watched the boy look around frantically, sputter aimlessly, and then grin widely, eyes shining, and wave his hands giddily.

"Dude! You must be the guy, right? The one... you know... he told me about you guys, I mean, he didn't mean to, I know it was supposed to be a secret, huh? But, don't worry, man. Your secrets are safe with me."

Blinking, Jalil just shook his head in whirling confusion. It didn't seem like Christopher's little brother was panicking about him, or was being rude. It just... felt weird. The boy was by now grinning like an complete idiot and trying (badly) to hide a smirk, and beaming at him like... well. Scarily.

Finally, he ventured, "Um... what secrets? What are you talking about?"

The little brother shook his head. "Oh, don't worry, homes. He told me everything, about you guys, I mean. About... you know, what was really going on." The blue eyes gave a significant look, and he nodded empathically. "The big secret. Nobody else knows, don't worry."

Jalil furrowed his brow, puzzled at the wording slightly, but wondering in the back of his head tiredly if this was all just some joke. Then-- it occurred to him, what was the only secret Christopher and him shared? Everworld. The crazy screwed up land of insanity they were stuck in for the time being, crossing over back and forth like ping-pong balls across a net. Of course. Although how his little brother came to find out, he didn't really want to know...

"You know about that?"

The little brother nodded vigorously. "Uh-huh."

Dark eyes blinked, cleared in understanding, and Jalil said, "Sorry, I just didn't think anyone else knew about it except for us. How'd you find out?"

"He accidentally blurted it out," the boy said, grinning.

"Sounds like Christopher."

"Yeah!" He hopped up easily on the porch, taller now, although no where near Jalil's height-- no doubt that'd be fixed if he got the same growth gene that Christopher had, the teenager mused to himself. Meanwhile, the blonde kid was tugging on his backpack while at the same turning to Jalil and attempting to talk while getting a key out of his pocket. Somehow he managed to do all these at the same time, in multitude. Jalil didn't even want to know how.

"You can come in, man, if you want. Y'know, I bet you were waiting for him, huh? I sympathize, homes, really. Bro has no idea what time it is half the time, and man, does he need a watch."

"I can imagine," Jalil said dryly, glancing at the empty driveway again and hesitating. "Hey, listen, if he's not going to be back, I'll just go--"

"No!" the boy protested, stopping the juggle of backpack and keys to look up at him. "I mean, how long has it been since you've seen each other? He could have something important to tell you! Or, um, I dunno. But I bet he'll be home soon, and you two can do whatever, y'know?" He shrugged, and tossed Jalil a funny look that he returned strangely.

"Oh... right then. Well, we were just going to study Chemistry--"

The boy chocked and started snickering madly. Jalil stopped and stared.

"What's wrong…?"

"N-nothing... you don't have to pretend with me, remember? I know about it already. Chemistry, hah, that was great..." Still smirking and cackling under his breath, the little brother opened the door and slid on through, before turning around to beckon to Jalil to enter. "Heh, come on in, homes-- the door's wide open! Mom and Dad won't be home until later, and Christopher should get here soon."

Jalil looked at him warily, clutching his backpack shoulder strap tightly in one slender hand, mentally considering. This didn't look like a trap. Or. Something. Although the boy seemed kind of off balance, which was to be expected from someone related to Christopher...

"You're sure?" he asked quietly, disturbed.

The boy grinned big time. "You bet. I bet Christopher'll love to see you."

Jalil gave him one more odd look before sighing... staring at his backpack... and then walking through the doorway, shutting it behind him.

This was going to be interesting.


End of PART ONE:

Expect more. Cause... no matter how BAD this is written, and how UNfunny it is... I AM going to continue it. And things will SO get interesting. I promise:hugs: Thanks for tolerating it:) :) :) So far, at least, heh.