Disclaimer- This is the end/my only friend/ The End
The End" The Doors
"Rowan, where is he?"
"I don't know!" God, it's like a bad round. "Look I'm sorry but I don't know where he is. Why would I know anyway?" I didn't look at them- I never did and doing so know would ruin the lie. Instead I crossed my arms and tilted my head just enough so I could look at Dwayne, Peter, and Sophie (aka the Spanish Inquisitors) from underneath my bangs that hung in my eyes, limp, unspiked. They were really getting too long- a little too hard to spike and manage. But right they might give me the innocent appeal. Doe eyes and stuff. And the crossing of the arms was basic body posture for 'don't talk to me'. Course it doesn't always work but maybe today was a good day. It had to be- Jaime needed like at least another half a day to be in Venice. Right?
"Rowan, Jaime's parents are going to be here soon. They want to know to know where their son is." Why? They didn't know anything else about him- and I thought pigs were supposed to be one of the most intelligent animals. Evidently I'm wrong.
"Well I guess they'll have to ask someone else won't they? Besides, didn't Freud have that philosophy of blaming everything on the parents?"
Dwayne attempted to plead. "When you didn't know where Gabe was you went insane. That's how Jaime's parents feel." Not even close- I love Gabe. I talk to him. I don't ignore him. I care about him dumb ass.
"I_don't_know." God, take the hint. Or better yet, don't. Buy Jaime a couple more hours before you put the clues together.
"How did he leave?"
"Not answerable."
"Rowan, Peter looked at the car tracks. Someone drove it out of here and then back in." Sophie sounded ready to cry. Guess this is the first time anyone made a clean break of Alcatraz.
"Maybe he went for a joyride. Changed his mind. Someone else took the car for a joy ride. I really don't know. Or maybe Peter the hound dog has finally lost his touch. I really don't know." Jaime, Birdman, Lizard King, the Hitchhiker.
Peter stiffened. "Do you think you're funny Rowan?" That's right, look imposing with a stiff spine. Ooo, ah. Hold that pose and let the paparazzi take a picture.
"No, I think I'm cute and obnoxious." Least Jaime would agree with one part of that. Peter stood lost for words- what do you say when someone agrees with you?
"Withholding information isn't going to help your record!"
"I'll keep that in mind next time I'm interrogated. Which is what this is becoming. Don't I get an attorney?"
"Look Rowan," Oh yeah. Do the soft, caring, we know what you're going through and we relate because we went through the same and made something out of it voice. I sense a lecture worthy of Spiderman. Holy Fuck Batman! Or at least "Bambie's mother was shot and he became stag of the forest AND got the girl" story. Jaime was never going to get the girl and how many people knew that? How many people cared? "We know that Jaime was your friend," Correction- I am his friend. And he is one of mine. "But he's his parents only son." Really? So Kyle ran off and he's not considered a son now. How long before Jaime's picture is removed form the mantel? "We need to know where he is." Do you now? Little late.
"I don't know. I'm telling the truth!" The four of them sighed, their bodies wilted. Half-heartedly they threatened and left. I went back to my bed and lay down, fingering the empty space between collarbones where my necklace used to fall- the little hollow that once held silver. I picked up my pocketknife and began to scratch out what I had carved into the wood. R/J was slowly becoming unreadable. Maybe later I would begin to carve it back in. Maybe.
A/N So the next story should be up soon. Until then (this is probably unnecessary) Colage.org Teenlineonline.org
You know, just in case
"I don't know!" God, it's like a bad round. "Look I'm sorry but I don't know where he is. Why would I know anyway?" I didn't look at them- I never did and doing so know would ruin the lie. Instead I crossed my arms and tilted my head just enough so I could look at Dwayne, Peter, and Sophie (aka the Spanish Inquisitors) from underneath my bangs that hung in my eyes, limp, unspiked. They were really getting too long- a little too hard to spike and manage. But right they might give me the innocent appeal. Doe eyes and stuff. And the crossing of the arms was basic body posture for 'don't talk to me'. Course it doesn't always work but maybe today was a good day. It had to be- Jaime needed like at least another half a day to be in Venice. Right?
"Rowan, Jaime's parents are going to be here soon. They want to know to know where their son is." Why? They didn't know anything else about him- and I thought pigs were supposed to be one of the most intelligent animals. Evidently I'm wrong.
"Well I guess they'll have to ask someone else won't they? Besides, didn't Freud have that philosophy of blaming everything on the parents?"
Dwayne attempted to plead. "When you didn't know where Gabe was you went insane. That's how Jaime's parents feel." Not even close- I love Gabe. I talk to him. I don't ignore him. I care about him dumb ass.
"I_don't_know." God, take the hint. Or better yet, don't. Buy Jaime a couple more hours before you put the clues together.
"How did he leave?"
"Not answerable."
"Rowan, Peter looked at the car tracks. Someone drove it out of here and then back in." Sophie sounded ready to cry. Guess this is the first time anyone made a clean break of Alcatraz.
"Maybe he went for a joyride. Changed his mind. Someone else took the car for a joy ride. I really don't know. Or maybe Peter the hound dog has finally lost his touch. I really don't know." Jaime, Birdman, Lizard King, the Hitchhiker.
Peter stiffened. "Do you think you're funny Rowan?" That's right, look imposing with a stiff spine. Ooo, ah. Hold that pose and let the paparazzi take a picture.
"No, I think I'm cute and obnoxious." Least Jaime would agree with one part of that. Peter stood lost for words- what do you say when someone agrees with you?
"Withholding information isn't going to help your record!"
"I'll keep that in mind next time I'm interrogated. Which is what this is becoming. Don't I get an attorney?"
"Look Rowan," Oh yeah. Do the soft, caring, we know what you're going through and we relate because we went through the same and made something out of it voice. I sense a lecture worthy of Spiderman. Holy Fuck Batman! Or at least "Bambie's mother was shot and he became stag of the forest AND got the girl" story. Jaime was never going to get the girl and how many people knew that? How many people cared? "We know that Jaime was your friend," Correction- I am his friend. And he is one of mine. "But he's his parents only son." Really? So Kyle ran off and he's not considered a son now. How long before Jaime's picture is removed form the mantel? "We need to know where he is." Do you now? Little late.
"I don't know. I'm telling the truth!" The four of them sighed, their bodies wilted. Half-heartedly they threatened and left. I went back to my bed and lay down, fingering the empty space between collarbones where my necklace used to fall- the little hollow that once held silver. I picked up my pocketknife and began to scratch out what I had carved into the wood. R/J was slowly becoming unreadable. Maybe later I would begin to carve it back in. Maybe.
A/N So the next story should be up soon. Until then (this is probably unnecessary) Colage.org Teenlineonline.org
You know, just in case