Disclaimer: I do not own The characters in this story. Yeah, I just borrowed them so I could write a nice story.
Okay, I'd like to thank all of the reviewers. You really kept me going.
Also, I'd like to go ahead and let you all know that this is the last chapter. It would have been longer, but ff.net won't let you put up NC-17 anymore, so I didn't even bother to write it. Considering I dopn't have hardly any time on my hands, with school having started and all.
So, enjoy this people.
CH.5
Ralph hurried from the bus to his locker and then to his class. He stopped breifly outside the door. A part of him wanted to see Jack again, but another part was dreading it. But Ralph knew he had to go into class sometime. Ralph walked through the door and saw that Jack was already in his seat. He was talking to the blonde haired girl, Bonnie. It almost looked as though he was flirting with her. Ralph shook his head. No way, not after what Jack had done, what Jack had said the day before. He wouldn't flirt with a girl like that in front of Ralph. Would he?
Jack hadn't even looked up when Ralph walked to his seat and sat down right in front of him. Ralph was a little confused. Was Jack ignoring him? Ralph turned his head, pretending to look out the window, so that if he looked out of corner of his eye he could see Jack. He had stopped talking to Bonnie. Now Jack was writing something on a piece of paper. Ralph found himself wondering what it said. Was it a note to him? He didn't know and he really didn't have time to think on it too much.
Ms. Claire walked to the front with a stack of papers in her hands. "All right class, settle down. Okay, I am about to give you back your test from last week. Jack, you of course won't be getting one." She smiled warmly at him. Ralph could almost feel Jack smiling back.
The teacher began handing the papers out. She smiled at some people, frowned at others, and even gave some kids notes to take home. Ralph doubted that any of those students would, they'd probably throw their piece of paper away right after they were out of class. Surely the teacher understood that by now, but Ralph supposed that it was her job to keep trying.
Jack didn't talk to Ralph for the rest of the school day. In fact when Ralph was getting into his parent's car, he found himself wondering what exactly was going through Jack's head. What was he planning?
"Ralph honey," Ralph's mother began, bringing him out of his thoughts. "Was the bus ride okay?"
"Yes, it was fine."
"That's good. Listen dear, me and your Father are going to a dinner party tonight. I left a meatloaf in the oven. All you have to do is turn it on 450 degrees and let it stay in for..."
"I know how to cook mother. And yes, I'll be fine by myself," Ralph snapped. He didn't mean to sound angry with his mother, but everything was so hectic at the moment and they just didn't understand. And what was his mother's problem? He'd survived an island full of murderous children, surely he could survive one night by himself.
"O ... okay sweetie. We'll be home somewhere around ten." She had turned to the front. Oh, goodness. Ralph hoped she wasn't crying.
'Women can get so emotional,' Ralph thought bitterly.
They soon reached home and Ralph got out of the car quickly. He went straight up to his room, ignoring his parents trying to call to him. Let them think whatever they wanted. Ralph was not in the mood. But what had effected him so much. Was it Jack? Stupid Jack. Ralph wished that he'd never shown up. In Ralph's dreams or in Ralph's life.
Ralph cursed and lay down on his bed. He heard his mother calling good-bye to him, and then the car pulling away. Slowly, Ralph lay his head on his pillow, thoughts racing around his head. He'd just take a small nap. Yeah, what an idea.
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Ralph woke up to the soft sound of something tapping on glass. The window. Ralph sat up and looked around. It was dark. He looked at the clock, which read: 8:52, and a small p.m. Ralph moaned. He'd slept a long time and he still had some homework to do. Then came the sound again. This time it fully registered in Ralph's mind that something, or someone, was hitting the window.
Slowly, getting off the bed and getting onto his feet, Ralph listened and watched. He needed some light. Ralph reached over and turned on the lamp that was sitting on his night stand. It helped Ralph see inside, but he couldn't tell what was outside. Ralph creeped forward, straining is eyes. What was out there?
Then the sound again, but this time it was accompanied by a small voice. "Ralph, Ralph. Open up. Come on Ralph, open the window."
Ralph recognized the voice but he couldn't quite place it, after all the person was speaking through the glass.
Curiosity got the better of Ralph, so he slowly pushed the window up. But before he could look to see who was there a face popped right in front of his. Ralph yelped and jumped back in surprise.
"Jack," he said bewildered as the other boy climbed in.
Jack smiled at him.
When he was completely in he said, "Hey Ralph."
"H...hey," Ralph said still a bit surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you think? I came to see you." Jack smiled and walked over. He reached out a hand for Ralph.
Ralph took the hand and Jack pulled him up.
"So," Jack said, quietly, "did you miss me?"
"We were both at school today. Why would I miss you?"
"Well, we didn't really talk any. But I guess it doesn't matter too much." Jack leaned his face closer to Ralph's.
"Jack, I really don't think that..." But Ralph couldn't finish his sentence. Jack had placed his lips softly against Ralph's. Ralph's gasped and felt a great whoosh in his stomach. "Jack?" He moaned uncertainly.
Jack shushed him with a quiet breath. Then he slowly pushed Ralph back onto the bed.
Part of Ralph wanted to resist, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He'd dreamt about this for a long time. He wanted it. He wanted Jack.
Suddenly Ralph felt all of his uncertainties leave his mind. They didn't seem to matter that much any more.
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A while later Ralph found himself lying in the bed beside Jack, who was now sleeping peacefully. Ralph smiled. It hadn't been so bad, in fact being with Jack had been great. Ralph knew that the next morning there would be many things to think about. Ralph didn't know if he was ready to forgive Jack or if he ever would be. He didn't know if the dreams he'd had were in any way related to the one's Jack had talked about. He thought he might ask Jack about them later.
Ralph really didn't care about any of these things at that moment though. He just wanted to lay there, completely content, in Jack's arms.
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Okay everybody, there it is. The last and final chapter. Thank goodness I got that off my chest. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Your author,
Rebbie (The Perfect) (If there are any mistakes let me know)
Jack: Yeah right.
Okay, I'd like to thank all of the reviewers. You really kept me going.
Also, I'd like to go ahead and let you all know that this is the last chapter. It would have been longer, but ff.net won't let you put up NC-17 anymore, so I didn't even bother to write it. Considering I dopn't have hardly any time on my hands, with school having started and all.
So, enjoy this people.
CH.5
Ralph hurried from the bus to his locker and then to his class. He stopped breifly outside the door. A part of him wanted to see Jack again, but another part was dreading it. But Ralph knew he had to go into class sometime. Ralph walked through the door and saw that Jack was already in his seat. He was talking to the blonde haired girl, Bonnie. It almost looked as though he was flirting with her. Ralph shook his head. No way, not after what Jack had done, what Jack had said the day before. He wouldn't flirt with a girl like that in front of Ralph. Would he?
Jack hadn't even looked up when Ralph walked to his seat and sat down right in front of him. Ralph was a little confused. Was Jack ignoring him? Ralph turned his head, pretending to look out the window, so that if he looked out of corner of his eye he could see Jack. He had stopped talking to Bonnie. Now Jack was writing something on a piece of paper. Ralph found himself wondering what it said. Was it a note to him? He didn't know and he really didn't have time to think on it too much.
Ms. Claire walked to the front with a stack of papers in her hands. "All right class, settle down. Okay, I am about to give you back your test from last week. Jack, you of course won't be getting one." She smiled warmly at him. Ralph could almost feel Jack smiling back.
The teacher began handing the papers out. She smiled at some people, frowned at others, and even gave some kids notes to take home. Ralph doubted that any of those students would, they'd probably throw their piece of paper away right after they were out of class. Surely the teacher understood that by now, but Ralph supposed that it was her job to keep trying.
Jack didn't talk to Ralph for the rest of the school day. In fact when Ralph was getting into his parent's car, he found himself wondering what exactly was going through Jack's head. What was he planning?
"Ralph honey," Ralph's mother began, bringing him out of his thoughts. "Was the bus ride okay?"
"Yes, it was fine."
"That's good. Listen dear, me and your Father are going to a dinner party tonight. I left a meatloaf in the oven. All you have to do is turn it on 450 degrees and let it stay in for..."
"I know how to cook mother. And yes, I'll be fine by myself," Ralph snapped. He didn't mean to sound angry with his mother, but everything was so hectic at the moment and they just didn't understand. And what was his mother's problem? He'd survived an island full of murderous children, surely he could survive one night by himself.
"O ... okay sweetie. We'll be home somewhere around ten." She had turned to the front. Oh, goodness. Ralph hoped she wasn't crying.
'Women can get so emotional,' Ralph thought bitterly.
They soon reached home and Ralph got out of the car quickly. He went straight up to his room, ignoring his parents trying to call to him. Let them think whatever they wanted. Ralph was not in the mood. But what had effected him so much. Was it Jack? Stupid Jack. Ralph wished that he'd never shown up. In Ralph's dreams or in Ralph's life.
Ralph cursed and lay down on his bed. He heard his mother calling good-bye to him, and then the car pulling away. Slowly, Ralph lay his head on his pillow, thoughts racing around his head. He'd just take a small nap. Yeah, what an idea.
...............................................
Ralph woke up to the soft sound of something tapping on glass. The window. Ralph sat up and looked around. It was dark. He looked at the clock, which read: 8:52, and a small p.m. Ralph moaned. He'd slept a long time and he still had some homework to do. Then came the sound again. This time it fully registered in Ralph's mind that something, or someone, was hitting the window.
Slowly, getting off the bed and getting onto his feet, Ralph listened and watched. He needed some light. Ralph reached over and turned on the lamp that was sitting on his night stand. It helped Ralph see inside, but he couldn't tell what was outside. Ralph creeped forward, straining is eyes. What was out there?
Then the sound again, but this time it was accompanied by a small voice. "Ralph, Ralph. Open up. Come on Ralph, open the window."
Ralph recognized the voice but he couldn't quite place it, after all the person was speaking through the glass.
Curiosity got the better of Ralph, so he slowly pushed the window up. But before he could look to see who was there a face popped right in front of his. Ralph yelped and jumped back in surprise.
"Jack," he said bewildered as the other boy climbed in.
Jack smiled at him.
When he was completely in he said, "Hey Ralph."
"H...hey," Ralph said still a bit surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you think? I came to see you." Jack smiled and walked over. He reached out a hand for Ralph.
Ralph took the hand and Jack pulled him up.
"So," Jack said, quietly, "did you miss me?"
"We were both at school today. Why would I miss you?"
"Well, we didn't really talk any. But I guess it doesn't matter too much." Jack leaned his face closer to Ralph's.
"Jack, I really don't think that..." But Ralph couldn't finish his sentence. Jack had placed his lips softly against Ralph's. Ralph's gasped and felt a great whoosh in his stomach. "Jack?" He moaned uncertainly.
Jack shushed him with a quiet breath. Then he slowly pushed Ralph back onto the bed.
Part of Ralph wanted to resist, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He'd dreamt about this for a long time. He wanted it. He wanted Jack.
Suddenly Ralph felt all of his uncertainties leave his mind. They didn't seem to matter that much any more.
.........................................
A while later Ralph found himself lying in the bed beside Jack, who was now sleeping peacefully. Ralph smiled. It hadn't been so bad, in fact being with Jack had been great. Ralph knew that the next morning there would be many things to think about. Ralph didn't know if he was ready to forgive Jack or if he ever would be. He didn't know if the dreams he'd had were in any way related to the one's Jack had talked about. He thought he might ask Jack about them later.
Ralph really didn't care about any of these things at that moment though. He just wanted to lay there, completely content, in Jack's arms.
.................................
Okay everybody, there it is. The last and final chapter. Thank goodness I got that off my chest. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Your author,
Rebbie (The Perfect) (If there are any mistakes let me know)
Jack: Yeah right.