Thanks to everyone that reviewed. I would have had this up on Friday, but
some of my friends and I went out to celebrate my b-day (if you're ever in
Richmond, VA, I recommend going to eat at Bottom's up. That place has the
best pizza in the world. Not to mention the hottest waiters in the world
too!). The rest of the weekend I was at Virginia Tech with no Internet
access. Now please R&R. It would be your b-day present to me!
Bronxa~ I hope you did read the rest so you would understand the name thing.
Spotty and amazing-moth~ You'll just have to read and find out.
Rae Kelly~ Thank you.
Disclaimer: Disney owns 'em. Hopefully you know who I own by now.
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Something had to be done about Summer. She had gone too far. Why was it that she was nice to everyone but him? He hadn't done anything to antagonize her, had he?
'Ya pushed 'er over da edge foist.' The thought caused Jack to stop in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge. 'If ya hadn' been so arrogant on da foist night ya met 'er, she would treat ya da same way she treats da odah guys, as a friend. Or maybe more."
"Yeah right. She'd probably still treat me like doit." Several of the passing people gave Jack quizzical looks. "Great, now I'se talkin' to meself. Can dis day get any worse?" Deciding that he needed a place to think (Brooklyn not being the best place in the world to do so), Jack retraced his steps and headed towards Central Park. Upon his arrival, the Manhattan leader settled under the late afternoon shade of a tree and lit one of his last remaining cigarettes.
'…she'd treat ya da same way she treats da odah guys, as a friend…' the thought echoed in Jack's head. Since when did he start to care whether Summer thought of him as a friend or not. She was just someone who had to fill in the job of Lodging House owner for the time being. Besides, Jack had a promise to keep.
The sun had long ago set when Jack decided to head back to the Lodging House thinking it was late enough that Summer would be asleep. 'Ya, concidern' she's up at four talkin' wit Skittery.' Jack yet again pushed the thought out of his head as he climbed the fire escape. If he came from the roof, he could sneak past Summer, if she was still up.
As Jack reached the roof, the full moon came out from behind a cloud. The silver light reflected on two people kissing. Somehow jealousy crept into Jack as he watched the person he hated kissing one of his good friend. He didn't understand why he was jealous of the two. This was Summer for crying out loud.
Jack angrily turned back around and climbed down the rusted fire escape. He stopped at the opened window of the bunkroom and climbed in (last time he snuck in the window after curfew, Summer was waiting for him at the window. That's why he went to the roof instead.). The same people who were playing poker in the lobby now sat around a kerosene lamp in the middle of the floor while the others slept. The five heads turned and watched Jack walk to his bunk.
"Where have you been, Jack?" A concerned Emmy asked.
"Out." Jack said as he climbed onto his bunk.
"Oh. Have you seen Summer?"
Jack thought about saying what she was really doing but instead said, "She's on da roof 'talkin' wit Skittery." Something in the tone of Jack's voice caught Emmy's attention.
Emmy motioned to the guys that sat around her to move closer to her. She whispered to the other four so Jack wouldn't hear, "We'll do it tomorrow."
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Please review now. It would make this gal really happy. Ciao!
Bronxa~ I hope you did read the rest so you would understand the name thing.
Spotty and amazing-moth~ You'll just have to read and find out.
Rae Kelly~ Thank you.
Disclaimer: Disney owns 'em. Hopefully you know who I own by now.
**
Something had to be done about Summer. She had gone too far. Why was it that she was nice to everyone but him? He hadn't done anything to antagonize her, had he?
'Ya pushed 'er over da edge foist.' The thought caused Jack to stop in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge. 'If ya hadn' been so arrogant on da foist night ya met 'er, she would treat ya da same way she treats da odah guys, as a friend. Or maybe more."
"Yeah right. She'd probably still treat me like doit." Several of the passing people gave Jack quizzical looks. "Great, now I'se talkin' to meself. Can dis day get any worse?" Deciding that he needed a place to think (Brooklyn not being the best place in the world to do so), Jack retraced his steps and headed towards Central Park. Upon his arrival, the Manhattan leader settled under the late afternoon shade of a tree and lit one of his last remaining cigarettes.
'…she'd treat ya da same way she treats da odah guys, as a friend…' the thought echoed in Jack's head. Since when did he start to care whether Summer thought of him as a friend or not. She was just someone who had to fill in the job of Lodging House owner for the time being. Besides, Jack had a promise to keep.
The sun had long ago set when Jack decided to head back to the Lodging House thinking it was late enough that Summer would be asleep. 'Ya, concidern' she's up at four talkin' wit Skittery.' Jack yet again pushed the thought out of his head as he climbed the fire escape. If he came from the roof, he could sneak past Summer, if she was still up.
As Jack reached the roof, the full moon came out from behind a cloud. The silver light reflected on two people kissing. Somehow jealousy crept into Jack as he watched the person he hated kissing one of his good friend. He didn't understand why he was jealous of the two. This was Summer for crying out loud.
Jack angrily turned back around and climbed down the rusted fire escape. He stopped at the opened window of the bunkroom and climbed in (last time he snuck in the window after curfew, Summer was waiting for him at the window. That's why he went to the roof instead.). The same people who were playing poker in the lobby now sat around a kerosene lamp in the middle of the floor while the others slept. The five heads turned and watched Jack walk to his bunk.
"Where have you been, Jack?" A concerned Emmy asked.
"Out." Jack said as he climbed onto his bunk.
"Oh. Have you seen Summer?"
Jack thought about saying what she was really doing but instead said, "She's on da roof 'talkin' wit Skittery." Something in the tone of Jack's voice caught Emmy's attention.
Emmy motioned to the guys that sat around her to move closer to her. She whispered to the other four so Jack wouldn't hear, "We'll do it tomorrow."
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Please review now. It would make this gal really happy. Ciao!
