Heya again, everyone. I have been writing non-stop lately so I can stay
ahead enough to continue posting every 2 or 3 days. Still receiving reviews
and being flattered to no end.again, THANK YOU =^-^=! I will continue
trying to fork chapters out as fast as I can. Also, for those of you who
may be wondering, this chapter is where the PG-13 stuff starts. Drugs,
language.just general Bebop stuff, though, nothing to worry about. Anyways,
enough gab-on we go.
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"Jet?" Faye's voice echoed through the room as Jet groggily opened his eyes. They met with two concerned, sparkling jade ones above him. She sighed in relief as his eyes focused. "Thank God you're ok. You know I can't cook." A quirky little smirk appeared on her face.
He groaned. He had come to the realization he might have a little crush on this woman shortly before he passed out, (not necessarily the thought, rather of blood loss was the cause of his previously unconcious state, but an ironic twist played more fervently in his mind) and he sincerely hoped it was only a phase.
"Now that you're awake," she said cheerfully, "and I know you're okay, I'm going to go take a nap. I'll see you in a few hours." She strode her scantily dressed body into her room and shut the door.
As the door slammed, the tears that had been detained in Faye's eyes fell down her cheeks. She dropped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling as confused thoughts immersed her mind. She missed Spike, she knew that better than ever. Spike was the only one she could ever love. Tears ran faster from the corners of her emerald eyes as memories of him crowded the space in her cranium. Then, there was Jet. It had been only a day since Spike had departed, but since then, so much had changed. Conversations before Spike departed had often gone like the one that had occurred the day before he had left.
"Faye, just go away," Jet snapped. "You're a nuisance! Get out of here and stop wasting my fucking money!"
"Well screw you too, bastard!" Faye screeched. " I'd like to see you make me! I'll stay as long as I feel like!"
"THIS IS MY SHIP, BITCH! GET YOUR ASS OFF OF HERE BEFORE I SHOOT IT OFF!"
She let out an eardrum-breaking shriek. "My GOD, I HATE YOU JET! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" She stormed from the room like a child who hadn't gotten their way.
"AND STAY GONE! I PRAY FOR THE DAY YOU DO!" he roared back.
The memory made her head hurt as it conflicted with the 24 hours previous to this moment.
"Better me than you."
"I don't want you hurting."
Heart ached.
Blood.
She rolled over, grabbed the trashcan, and vomited. Her gut burned between the contractions of her upset stomach. After what seemed like forever, it relinquished, and she ran to her sink to wash the horrid taste from her mouth. After cleaning up the mess, she laid back down onto the bed to take the nap she originally planned to have. Jet, Spike, life.oh, how she hated them all.
Jet blankly stared at the ceiling as he had done for the past 3 hours. Why? He continued to ask himself. It had happened so suddenly, this transition from hatred to.to love. The man wondered again if it was meant to be, or if his cheese had just slipped off his cracker. This would soon pass; he repeatedly tried to convince himself. He couldn't stand her snide tone and sarcastic antics. He hated how she showed off her figure in those skanky clothes. He totally despised her lack of ability to manage money outside a game of black jack. That's who he was.
He sighed heavily. Liar. He leaned over to one side, seizing a packet of cigarettes from the coffee table. He foolishly grabbed his lighter from his pocket with his bad arm and moaned from the pain he had inflicted on himself. Lighting up, he inhaled the toxic fumes to try and relax.
"Jet?" the sweet melody of Faye's voice resounded through the room.
"What?" he rhetorted in a rather gruff and unwelcoming tone.
Conversation temporarily ceased as she walked into the room through the kitchen's entry. "Would it be alright if I left for a while to go get some money? Just an easy bounty.enough to get you a bowl of soup. I need to do everything I can to get you better so I don't have to be mature anymore. The men at the casinos will be missing me, you know."
"Go ahead," he said, monotone reigning his speech. "But I better get that soup." He smiled in attempt to mask the loud, thumping beats of his heart.
"Alright then. Ja ne, cowboy," she said as she waved. She turned and walked daintily from the lobby.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~* Hence, chapter 3 comes to a close. This one wasn't as interesting as the other two.but after this, it really starts getting good, so please bear with =^-^= See you next chapter!
"Jet?" Faye's voice echoed through the room as Jet groggily opened his eyes. They met with two concerned, sparkling jade ones above him. She sighed in relief as his eyes focused. "Thank God you're ok. You know I can't cook." A quirky little smirk appeared on her face.
He groaned. He had come to the realization he might have a little crush on this woman shortly before he passed out, (not necessarily the thought, rather of blood loss was the cause of his previously unconcious state, but an ironic twist played more fervently in his mind) and he sincerely hoped it was only a phase.
"Now that you're awake," she said cheerfully, "and I know you're okay, I'm going to go take a nap. I'll see you in a few hours." She strode her scantily dressed body into her room and shut the door.
As the door slammed, the tears that had been detained in Faye's eyes fell down her cheeks. She dropped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling as confused thoughts immersed her mind. She missed Spike, she knew that better than ever. Spike was the only one she could ever love. Tears ran faster from the corners of her emerald eyes as memories of him crowded the space in her cranium. Then, there was Jet. It had been only a day since Spike had departed, but since then, so much had changed. Conversations before Spike departed had often gone like the one that had occurred the day before he had left.
"Faye, just go away," Jet snapped. "You're a nuisance! Get out of here and stop wasting my fucking money!"
"Well screw you too, bastard!" Faye screeched. " I'd like to see you make me! I'll stay as long as I feel like!"
"THIS IS MY SHIP, BITCH! GET YOUR ASS OFF OF HERE BEFORE I SHOOT IT OFF!"
She let out an eardrum-breaking shriek. "My GOD, I HATE YOU JET! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" She stormed from the room like a child who hadn't gotten their way.
"AND STAY GONE! I PRAY FOR THE DAY YOU DO!" he roared back.
The memory made her head hurt as it conflicted with the 24 hours previous to this moment.
"Better me than you."
"I don't want you hurting."
Heart ached.
Blood.
She rolled over, grabbed the trashcan, and vomited. Her gut burned between the contractions of her upset stomach. After what seemed like forever, it relinquished, and she ran to her sink to wash the horrid taste from her mouth. After cleaning up the mess, she laid back down onto the bed to take the nap she originally planned to have. Jet, Spike, life.oh, how she hated them all.
Jet blankly stared at the ceiling as he had done for the past 3 hours. Why? He continued to ask himself. It had happened so suddenly, this transition from hatred to.to love. The man wondered again if it was meant to be, or if his cheese had just slipped off his cracker. This would soon pass; he repeatedly tried to convince himself. He couldn't stand her snide tone and sarcastic antics. He hated how she showed off her figure in those skanky clothes. He totally despised her lack of ability to manage money outside a game of black jack. That's who he was.
He sighed heavily. Liar. He leaned over to one side, seizing a packet of cigarettes from the coffee table. He foolishly grabbed his lighter from his pocket with his bad arm and moaned from the pain he had inflicted on himself. Lighting up, he inhaled the toxic fumes to try and relax.
"Jet?" the sweet melody of Faye's voice resounded through the room.
"What?" he rhetorted in a rather gruff and unwelcoming tone.
Conversation temporarily ceased as she walked into the room through the kitchen's entry. "Would it be alright if I left for a while to go get some money? Just an easy bounty.enough to get you a bowl of soup. I need to do everything I can to get you better so I don't have to be mature anymore. The men at the casinos will be missing me, you know."
"Go ahead," he said, monotone reigning his speech. "But I better get that soup." He smiled in attempt to mask the loud, thumping beats of his heart.
"Alright then. Ja ne, cowboy," she said as she waved. She turned and walked daintily from the lobby.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~* Hence, chapter 3 comes to a close. This one wasn't as interesting as the other two.but after this, it really starts getting good, so please bear with =^-^= See you next chapter!