[Jack's POV]
It was not my fault. I swear.
When I walked into Will's room -nicely and quietly, of course- I really did think he'd want to hear me sing "Get This Party Started". Why doesn't he like Madonna?? I'll never understand him… So anyway, he exploded at me, and I just couldn't figure out why. I was still standing in his room.
"Why can't you just leave me alone??!! Can't you see I'm busy?!" He was reading the newspaper. Very busy indeed.
He was obviously not in a good mood. I tried to say something --anything- nice. I paused, thinking.
"I like your shorts." He stood up.
"Go. NOW." Will pointed to the door.
"But…I-I…" Stuttering got me nowhere.
"You what??" He glared at me. It was definitely a bad glare. I wished he would stop.
"Madonna?" I tried.
He shoved me out the door.
[Will's POV]
Why does this always happen to me?!?
I sighed and dropped back to the couch, after slamming and locking the door. And bolting it.
I knew I shouldn't take my anger out on Jack. He didn't do anything wrong. Except for singing "Get This Party Started". But he does that everyday.
Earlier in the day, I had been dumped. In a restaurant. My favorite restaurant.
Somehow I don't think it was a good choice, dating three people at the same time. No, not one of my better ideas. Something that Jack would do, but me? Will?? How could I be so stupid?? I'm the smart one, for crying out loud!!
So anyway, I wad eating a sandwich with one, when the other two walked in. And all hell broke loose. I've always enjoyed bizarre coincidences, but this was AWFUL. It required a lot of explaining on my part, which I don't do well under pressure. Considering I am a lawyer, that is not good. I got some weird looks from the other diners, staring at me mostly and wondering why three different guys were all freaking out and one was looking all over the place and sweating. But they were nothing compared to the look I got from across the table. At the time, I couldn't tell whether it was sadness or anger. Both made me feel sick to my stomach. I quickly learned as I was slapped across the face. Much harder than necessary. Then they left. I regret not asking why the other two had come in together. But the sharp pain in my face had dulled my ability to think clearly.
So, for about five minutes, I stared at the table. Why couldn't the other two have sat on the other side of the restaurant?? I was left with the bill (and, boy, could this guy eat) and a good mood totally destroyed. Top that off with three versions of "I hate you, Will!!" running through my head, or in one case, burning my face.
Once I got home, I sat down on the couch to read the newspaper to try to take my mind off my nauseating day. That's when Jack picked the perfect time to burst through my door and 'entertain' me with one of his versions of a Madonna song. Madonna is ok, but Jack, um… well, let's just say he would not be anyone's American Idol. It wasn't Jack that made me so mad, but he just pushed my mental sanity to the edge, and it, um, fell…
"Why can't you just leave me alone?! Can't you see I'm busy??" Busy was one of the last things I was, and Jack could tell. He paused for a second.
"I like your shorts." So what else is new?! Of course he does! Can he go through ONE DAY without making some reference to something below my neck??? The answer is no, and I think eventually it will drive me insane. More insane than trying to date three people at the same time. Great, now I'm on that subject again. God, I'm so stupid…
[Jack's POV]
I heard the door slamming behind me. I waited for him to lock it. Will ALWAYS locks his door. But he bolted it too!! I could tell he was totally furious at someone. Well, it certainly wasn't ME. Of course not, I'm Jack!! And it couldn't be my wonderful song. He loves my singing. It must be Madonna.
It was not my fault. I swear.
When I walked into Will's room -nicely and quietly, of course- I really did think he'd want to hear me sing "Get This Party Started". Why doesn't he like Madonna?? I'll never understand him… So anyway, he exploded at me, and I just couldn't figure out why. I was still standing in his room.
"Why can't you just leave me alone??!! Can't you see I'm busy?!" He was reading the newspaper. Very busy indeed.
He was obviously not in a good mood. I tried to say something --anything- nice. I paused, thinking.
"I like your shorts." He stood up.
"Go. NOW." Will pointed to the door.
"But…I-I…" Stuttering got me nowhere.
"You what??" He glared at me. It was definitely a bad glare. I wished he would stop.
"Madonna?" I tried.
He shoved me out the door.
[Will's POV]
Why does this always happen to me?!?
I sighed and dropped back to the couch, after slamming and locking the door. And bolting it.
I knew I shouldn't take my anger out on Jack. He didn't do anything wrong. Except for singing "Get This Party Started". But he does that everyday.
Earlier in the day, I had been dumped. In a restaurant. My favorite restaurant.
Somehow I don't think it was a good choice, dating three people at the same time. No, not one of my better ideas. Something that Jack would do, but me? Will?? How could I be so stupid?? I'm the smart one, for crying out loud!!
So anyway, I wad eating a sandwich with one, when the other two walked in. And all hell broke loose. I've always enjoyed bizarre coincidences, but this was AWFUL. It required a lot of explaining on my part, which I don't do well under pressure. Considering I am a lawyer, that is not good. I got some weird looks from the other diners, staring at me mostly and wondering why three different guys were all freaking out and one was looking all over the place and sweating. But they were nothing compared to the look I got from across the table. At the time, I couldn't tell whether it was sadness or anger. Both made me feel sick to my stomach. I quickly learned as I was slapped across the face. Much harder than necessary. Then they left. I regret not asking why the other two had come in together. But the sharp pain in my face had dulled my ability to think clearly.
So, for about five minutes, I stared at the table. Why couldn't the other two have sat on the other side of the restaurant?? I was left with the bill (and, boy, could this guy eat) and a good mood totally destroyed. Top that off with three versions of "I hate you, Will!!" running through my head, or in one case, burning my face.
Once I got home, I sat down on the couch to read the newspaper to try to take my mind off my nauseating day. That's when Jack picked the perfect time to burst through my door and 'entertain' me with one of his versions of a Madonna song. Madonna is ok, but Jack, um… well, let's just say he would not be anyone's American Idol. It wasn't Jack that made me so mad, but he just pushed my mental sanity to the edge, and it, um, fell…
"Why can't you just leave me alone?! Can't you see I'm busy??" Busy was one of the last things I was, and Jack could tell. He paused for a second.
"I like your shorts." So what else is new?! Of course he does! Can he go through ONE DAY without making some reference to something below my neck??? The answer is no, and I think eventually it will drive me insane. More insane than trying to date three people at the same time. Great, now I'm on that subject again. God, I'm so stupid…
[Jack's POV]
I heard the door slamming behind me. I waited for him to lock it. Will ALWAYS locks his door. But he bolted it too!! I could tell he was totally furious at someone. Well, it certainly wasn't ME. Of course not, I'm Jack!! And it couldn't be my wonderful song. He loves my singing. It must be Madonna.