Chapter 15: Like Children
There was a loud crash in the room, and a figure came tumbling down to the floor off of a top bunk of a bunk bed. The figure hit the floor with a few curses under its breath, though still cloaked in a large blanket.
"What the BLOODY HELL did you do that for?" Jack's weary voice demanded, peeking his head out from under the blanket.
"Well, I did it because I could," Ralph smirked, standing proudly upon the top bunk.
"Damn good reason you've got there, you arse," Jack smirked, throwing the blanket off of his form, and climbing onto the top bunk.
As Jack leapt up on the bunk, Ralph secured his feet in place. Jack smirked, and pushed Ralph to the side, trying to throw him off of the bunk; Ralph returned equal strength.
"You're going down, Ralph!" Jack laughed.
Ralph smirked and shouted, "Oh, I think not, Jack!"
Suddenly, Ralph's mother emerged from the hallway; she glared at the two boys, her hands on her hips.
"Boys, you're acting like children here!" Ralph's mother smirked. "It's almost as if you were biological brothers!"
"You never know," Ralph laughed, but meanwhile stopped pushing against Jack.
"Well, we are brothers, in a way," Jack smirked, easing his tactics, as well.
Ralph's mother gazed around the room, now messy with clothes, and now the blanket on the floor. She looked back up at Ralph and Jack, and let out a small chuckle.
"I honestly don't know what possessed me to adopt you, Jack," Ralph's mother laughed.
"Why, I'm insulted, Cheryl," Jack huffed.
"Now you're calling her Cheryl, again?" Ralph smirked.
Jack leapt off of the top bunk, and firmly nodded to Ralph.
"It is her name, isn't it? I've no right to call her mum," Jack grinned.
"Oh, you let it slip from time to time, mister," Ralph's mother added in.
"My apologies," Jack said, picking up his blanket and tossing it to Ralph.
"Oh, come now, it's the start of the summer holidays, lighten up," Ralph's mother laughed.
"But mum, I thought we were acting like children," Ralph interjected.
"Don't spoil the moment," Jack smirked, seating himself upon the bottom bunk.
"Wait, that's MY bunk!" Ralph shouted, leaping down from the top bunk.
As Ralph hit the floor, he leapt onto his bunk, tackling Jack onto the bed; the two put up a fight tossing each other here and there.
"Just like children-- hard to believe it's been nearly two years," Ralph's mother said to herself, in a quite, and amused tone.
Ralph's mother turned, and left the room, closing the door behind her. At the moment, Ralph and Jack froze up. Jack quickly scrambled off of the bed, and gazed around the room.
"Two years, was she serious about that?" Jack asked quietly.
"She keeps track of things like that," Ralph replied.
"How sentimental," Jack said, a small smirk forming across his face.
"You arse," Ralph laughed, lunging out from the bunk, and tackling Jack to the floor.
Both of the boys broke out in a fit of laughter, in yet another wrestling match on the floor. They were brothers, but it seemed that they had always been that way-- even on the island.
**End.**
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[This is it! The end! I finished it! It's no longer the story without an end! LOL! Thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed; you've all been great. And just as by request, I completed the story without slash. It got tempting for a moment, but I finished it without any. I may write an alternate scene if I'm possessed enough to, but this is the official story. XD Also, I decided if this story had a theme song, it'd be 'Don't Stop Dancing' by Creed. Very nice song, listen to it some time. ^.^ Again, I really hope you enjoyed it-- it took me a hell of a long time to write. Thanks, once again!]
OH! You know I couldn't leave it out--
+Dedication+ -- I know, the dedication usually comes at the beginning of the story, but this one is at the end. I dedicate this story to two people, firstly-- running with scissors/her other pen names along the way. She's been a loyal reviewer to this story, and several others of mine. I huge thank you to her. The second person-- Broadwaypoetess; again, she's been a loyal reviewer to not only this story, but many others of mine. Too many memories with her, and she dealt with me while I wrote a chapter of this on the bus trip to Boston. LOL. Big thanks to Broadwaypoetess! Finally, the last dedication is to the hotel paper I wrote on, while on my vacation in D.C. Every night, I'd write a chapter or two of this story on it while I was there, hurting my hand-- but I never ran out of the paper. Yay for small pieces of hotel paper! ^.^
Thanks EVERYONE!
There was a loud crash in the room, and a figure came tumbling down to the floor off of a top bunk of a bunk bed. The figure hit the floor with a few curses under its breath, though still cloaked in a large blanket.
"What the BLOODY HELL did you do that for?" Jack's weary voice demanded, peeking his head out from under the blanket.
"Well, I did it because I could," Ralph smirked, standing proudly upon the top bunk.
"Damn good reason you've got there, you arse," Jack smirked, throwing the blanket off of his form, and climbing onto the top bunk.
As Jack leapt up on the bunk, Ralph secured his feet in place. Jack smirked, and pushed Ralph to the side, trying to throw him off of the bunk; Ralph returned equal strength.
"You're going down, Ralph!" Jack laughed.
Ralph smirked and shouted, "Oh, I think not, Jack!"
Suddenly, Ralph's mother emerged from the hallway; she glared at the two boys, her hands on her hips.
"Boys, you're acting like children here!" Ralph's mother smirked. "It's almost as if you were biological brothers!"
"You never know," Ralph laughed, but meanwhile stopped pushing against Jack.
"Well, we are brothers, in a way," Jack smirked, easing his tactics, as well.
Ralph's mother gazed around the room, now messy with clothes, and now the blanket on the floor. She looked back up at Ralph and Jack, and let out a small chuckle.
"I honestly don't know what possessed me to adopt you, Jack," Ralph's mother laughed.
"Why, I'm insulted, Cheryl," Jack huffed.
"Now you're calling her Cheryl, again?" Ralph smirked.
Jack leapt off of the top bunk, and firmly nodded to Ralph.
"It is her name, isn't it? I've no right to call her mum," Jack grinned.
"Oh, you let it slip from time to time, mister," Ralph's mother added in.
"My apologies," Jack said, picking up his blanket and tossing it to Ralph.
"Oh, come now, it's the start of the summer holidays, lighten up," Ralph's mother laughed.
"But mum, I thought we were acting like children," Ralph interjected.
"Don't spoil the moment," Jack smirked, seating himself upon the bottom bunk.
"Wait, that's MY bunk!" Ralph shouted, leaping down from the top bunk.
As Ralph hit the floor, he leapt onto his bunk, tackling Jack onto the bed; the two put up a fight tossing each other here and there.
"Just like children-- hard to believe it's been nearly two years," Ralph's mother said to herself, in a quite, and amused tone.
Ralph's mother turned, and left the room, closing the door behind her. At the moment, Ralph and Jack froze up. Jack quickly scrambled off of the bed, and gazed around the room.
"Two years, was she serious about that?" Jack asked quietly.
"She keeps track of things like that," Ralph replied.
"How sentimental," Jack said, a small smirk forming across his face.
"You arse," Ralph laughed, lunging out from the bunk, and tackling Jack to the floor.
Both of the boys broke out in a fit of laughter, in yet another wrestling match on the floor. They were brothers, but it seemed that they had always been that way-- even on the island.
**End.**
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[This is it! The end! I finished it! It's no longer the story without an end! LOL! Thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed; you've all been great. And just as by request, I completed the story without slash. It got tempting for a moment, but I finished it without any. I may write an alternate scene if I'm possessed enough to, but this is the official story. XD Also, I decided if this story had a theme song, it'd be 'Don't Stop Dancing' by Creed. Very nice song, listen to it some time. ^.^ Again, I really hope you enjoyed it-- it took me a hell of a long time to write. Thanks, once again!]
OH! You know I couldn't leave it out--
+Dedication+ -- I know, the dedication usually comes at the beginning of the story, but this one is at the end. I dedicate this story to two people, firstly-- running with scissors/her other pen names along the way. She's been a loyal reviewer to this story, and several others of mine. I huge thank you to her. The second person-- Broadwaypoetess; again, she's been a loyal reviewer to not only this story, but many others of mine. Too many memories with her, and she dealt with me while I wrote a chapter of this on the bus trip to Boston. LOL. Big thanks to Broadwaypoetess! Finally, the last dedication is to the hotel paper I wrote on, while on my vacation in D.C. Every night, I'd write a chapter or two of this story on it while I was there, hurting my hand-- but I never ran out of the paper. Yay for small pieces of hotel paper! ^.^
Thanks EVERYONE!