Author's Notes: Trey (Zendou), I thought that my chapters had always been
too long. so now I will try my best to include all of the boring details
that make my stories unbearably long. J/K sorry about each chapter's
brevity, but until I get back in the swing of writing BMW fan fiction, it's
hard to apply situations that comply with each character.
Oh, and CJ - this is a m/m slashie fic. like My New Life, but with other
boys. FYI
Super VGA - sorry for a second I forgot they were in Cali. I wrote some of
this in North Carolina. fun place, right CJ?
Disclaimer: Don't know / don't own / The Lawrence brothers are amazing.
Chapter 4
"Well, ok. That is pretty gross, but it really was only iced tea." Eric jolts away from Jack, noticing he's 'back'. "Hey!" Their next hug, two sided, is full of even more concern and love than the first. "Oh, mother of pearl. You had me so worried."
"Iced tea? What was iced tea?" Jack is still not picking up sentences well.
"My drink," Eric explains, "You called me a drunk. I don't drink, Jack. I know what happens to people who drink. It was only iced tea." He gestures toward the mess at their feet. They move together to the couch to talk.
"I don't know what happened. You reminded me of someone. So mad. I felt like. oh god." Jack shakes his head as images rush in front of his eyes.
"Shh. it's alright. We can talk later if you would prefer," Eric gestures to his friend, rubbing his arm in an attempt to calm his nerves.
"I want to go out," Jack says standing up, his mood changes instantly.
"What?"
"I want to go. Boardwalk! And if I get bored we can look for Cory and Shawn." Eric sees how excited Jack looks and can't help smiling.
"You're too adorable." He remarks so offhandedly that neither of them think twice about it. "I'll get our money. where'd you put 'em?" Eric searches the counter unsuccessfully. "Are they in a bedroom?"
"Oh, that one," Jack points to the room with a king-sized bed and a view of the ocean.
"Ah, the master suite," he scoffs, slipping the wallets into his loose cargo pants. "How friggen romantic." On his way to the driveway Jack grabs Eric's arm. "What's up? Let's go."
"Give me my wallet."
"What?" Eric removes Jack's hand; his mood has changed yet again. This sort of behavior irks Eric more than somewhat.
"I mean, please, may I have my wallet?" Jack holds out his palm expectantly.
"No. You don't trust me," Eric kids while cocking his head to one side.
"It's not that. Just give me the wallet." Jack pleads as Eric pulls out the leather pocket. "Please, Eric."
"No way," Eric plays, holding the wallet just out of Jack's reach. Without warning, Jack jumps up and knocks the wallet out of Eric's hand, it's contents spilling onto the floor. "What the hell are these?" Eric holds up five nickel bags filled with tiny, red, gel capsules.
"Don't, Eric. Just hand them over." Jack can't take them from his friend nicely, and he isn't in the mood to try anything forcefully.
"No! Are you selling drugs?" Jack groans, sitting on the floor, raking his fingers through his spikes of hair. "Jack, what is this?" Eric throws down the packets and glares. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Nothing I do is ever good enough." He mumbles, barely audible.
"You're a drug dealer! By whose standards is that good?" Anger rises once again in Eric's chest as he struggles to keep from punching Jack in the face.
"Yours! I did it for you." Jack looks up at Eric with hurt in his eyes. Eric stands over him glowering. "Did you see all of that money?" He angrily grabs his money holder and pulls out hundred dollar bills after hundred dollar bills. He must have a little over two thousand dollars in his wallet. "All of this is yours. DO you know that? I never once thought of keeping it for myself."
"Well then maybe you should have. I'm sure you and Shawn could use it more than me. I don't want your drug money! Why the hell would I want your drug money?" Disgusted, Eric starts to leave; Jack follows.
"I don't care if you want it or not. You're getting it. You've already received more than what's on the floor! Did you think that I just filled those Neiman Marcus and Gucci boxes with JC Penny merchandise? Or that necklace. it's a friggen platinum chain and cross embedded with over three karats of diamonds. That alone cost more than what I raked in this month." Eric turns around staring at Jack as if to ask 'Am I supposed to feel bad?'
"But you know what, Eric? I've done it all with a smile on my face. Even if you walk away hating me tonight, I would not regret any of it. I don't regret anything I've had to do because you can't take back the memories I have. The looks of joy I have engraved on my mind from when you opened the presents I gave." Jack sighs. "My gifts are what make our friendship work."
"Just shut up! I was not bought by you like some stupid $300 sweater that you wear once." Eric pauses expelling a long breath. "You could've ended with that sigh because that last sentence will get you killed if you ever have the audacity to say it again." With that, Eric stomps out of the house, bumping into Cory on the way onto the beach.
"Whoa, Eric, what's wrong?" Eric says nothing as Cory shrugs and enters the house with Shawn at his heels.
Disclaimer: Don't know / don't own / The Lawrence brothers are amazing.
Chapter 4
"Well, ok. That is pretty gross, but it really was only iced tea." Eric jolts away from Jack, noticing he's 'back'. "Hey!" Their next hug, two sided, is full of even more concern and love than the first. "Oh, mother of pearl. You had me so worried."
"Iced tea? What was iced tea?" Jack is still not picking up sentences well.
"My drink," Eric explains, "You called me a drunk. I don't drink, Jack. I know what happens to people who drink. It was only iced tea." He gestures toward the mess at their feet. They move together to the couch to talk.
"I don't know what happened. You reminded me of someone. So mad. I felt like. oh god." Jack shakes his head as images rush in front of his eyes.
"Shh. it's alright. We can talk later if you would prefer," Eric gestures to his friend, rubbing his arm in an attempt to calm his nerves.
"I want to go out," Jack says standing up, his mood changes instantly.
"What?"
"I want to go. Boardwalk! And if I get bored we can look for Cory and Shawn." Eric sees how excited Jack looks and can't help smiling.
"You're too adorable." He remarks so offhandedly that neither of them think twice about it. "I'll get our money. where'd you put 'em?" Eric searches the counter unsuccessfully. "Are they in a bedroom?"
"Oh, that one," Jack points to the room with a king-sized bed and a view of the ocean.
"Ah, the master suite," he scoffs, slipping the wallets into his loose cargo pants. "How friggen romantic." On his way to the driveway Jack grabs Eric's arm. "What's up? Let's go."
"Give me my wallet."
"What?" Eric removes Jack's hand; his mood has changed yet again. This sort of behavior irks Eric more than somewhat.
"I mean, please, may I have my wallet?" Jack holds out his palm expectantly.
"No. You don't trust me," Eric kids while cocking his head to one side.
"It's not that. Just give me the wallet." Jack pleads as Eric pulls out the leather pocket. "Please, Eric."
"No way," Eric plays, holding the wallet just out of Jack's reach. Without warning, Jack jumps up and knocks the wallet out of Eric's hand, it's contents spilling onto the floor. "What the hell are these?" Eric holds up five nickel bags filled with tiny, red, gel capsules.
"Don't, Eric. Just hand them over." Jack can't take them from his friend nicely, and he isn't in the mood to try anything forcefully.
"No! Are you selling drugs?" Jack groans, sitting on the floor, raking his fingers through his spikes of hair. "Jack, what is this?" Eric throws down the packets and glares. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Nothing I do is ever good enough." He mumbles, barely audible.
"You're a drug dealer! By whose standards is that good?" Anger rises once again in Eric's chest as he struggles to keep from punching Jack in the face.
"Yours! I did it for you." Jack looks up at Eric with hurt in his eyes. Eric stands over him glowering. "Did you see all of that money?" He angrily grabs his money holder and pulls out hundred dollar bills after hundred dollar bills. He must have a little over two thousand dollars in his wallet. "All of this is yours. DO you know that? I never once thought of keeping it for myself."
"Well then maybe you should have. I'm sure you and Shawn could use it more than me. I don't want your drug money! Why the hell would I want your drug money?" Disgusted, Eric starts to leave; Jack follows.
"I don't care if you want it or not. You're getting it. You've already received more than what's on the floor! Did you think that I just filled those Neiman Marcus and Gucci boxes with JC Penny merchandise? Or that necklace. it's a friggen platinum chain and cross embedded with over three karats of diamonds. That alone cost more than what I raked in this month." Eric turns around staring at Jack as if to ask 'Am I supposed to feel bad?'
"But you know what, Eric? I've done it all with a smile on my face. Even if you walk away hating me tonight, I would not regret any of it. I don't regret anything I've had to do because you can't take back the memories I have. The looks of joy I have engraved on my mind from when you opened the presents I gave." Jack sighs. "My gifts are what make our friendship work."
"Just shut up! I was not bought by you like some stupid $300 sweater that you wear once." Eric pauses expelling a long breath. "You could've ended with that sigh because that last sentence will get you killed if you ever have the audacity to say it again." With that, Eric stomps out of the house, bumping into Cory on the way onto the beach.
"Whoa, Eric, what's wrong?" Eric says nothing as Cory shrugs and enters the house with Shawn at his heels.