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And now, more of The Many Adventures of Jack the Cheerleader (for serious lack of a better title)
[Will's POV]
I had barely gotten through the first sentence of an article in the paper when I heard what I had almost expected. The inevitable, unrelenting Jack.
"Will?" It was the voice he used when he figured someone was pissed at him.
I rolled my eyes, set the paper back down, and got up. I hated guilt trips.
When I opened the door after silently unlocking and unbolting it, Jack was standing less than two inches from the door. He had his innocent look on.
"Are you mad at me, Will?" He asked softly.
I have never been able to resist the innocent look. Except for when he got me drunk and stuck a live lobster in my pants at one of my work parties. Oh, the face did NOT work that time.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "No."
He hugged me. I could have predicted that, and I gritted my teeth. Suck-up…
"So guess what??" He turned back into the cheerful, normal, narcissistic Jack.
I folded my arms. No way he was going to try to hug me again. "What?"
"You know that YMCA down the street?"
"Yeah." I paused, eyeing him. "You're not a member."
He looked down and poked his index fingers together guiltily. "But YOU are."
"Yes?…" I didn't like where this was going.
He quit looking guilty and started his normal happy voice that he always uses when he's happy. "I'm going to tryouts to be a cheerleader!"
"You mean a yell leader."
"I mean a cheerleader."
Oh god. Not a cheerleader. I dated a cheerleader once. NO human should be allowed to kick that high. Without knowing it, my jaw had dropped about half an inch from shock. Jack misinterpreted it.
"See?? GO TEAM!!!!!" He clapped his hands, put one arm in the air, the other on his hip and bent one foot at the knee in the air.
Jack in a cheer squad. Jack in a cheer UNIFORM. I thought I was going to throw up.
[Grace's POV]
I decided to leave work early with Karen today. She was no help, and had had a few drinks. And by a few I mean 17. She was totally wasted, so instead of letting her go home and potentially damage herself, I decided it would be a good idea to take her home with me. She'd correct me in about two hours time.
But first I had to stop by the store to pick up a much needed replacement for one of my deceased household appliances. I childlocked Karen in the car so she wouldn't escape and start stripping in the parking lot. The public got quite enough of that last week.
…Thank god for tinted windows.
Kittenwithawhip: I'm glad you like it! there'e more coming soon, don't worry!! And it's all in their perspectives, I like it like that...
And now, more of The Many Adventures of Jack the Cheerleader (for serious lack of a better title)
[Will's POV]
I had barely gotten through the first sentence of an article in the paper when I heard what I had almost expected. The inevitable, unrelenting Jack.
"Will?" It was the voice he used when he figured someone was pissed at him.
I rolled my eyes, set the paper back down, and got up. I hated guilt trips.
When I opened the door after silently unlocking and unbolting it, Jack was standing less than two inches from the door. He had his innocent look on.
"Are you mad at me, Will?" He asked softly.
I have never been able to resist the innocent look. Except for when he got me drunk and stuck a live lobster in my pants at one of my work parties. Oh, the face did NOT work that time.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "No."
He hugged me. I could have predicted that, and I gritted my teeth. Suck-up…
"So guess what??" He turned back into the cheerful, normal, narcissistic Jack.
I folded my arms. No way he was going to try to hug me again. "What?"
"You know that YMCA down the street?"
"Yeah." I paused, eyeing him. "You're not a member."
He looked down and poked his index fingers together guiltily. "But YOU are."
"Yes?…" I didn't like where this was going.
He quit looking guilty and started his normal happy voice that he always uses when he's happy. "I'm going to tryouts to be a cheerleader!"
"You mean a yell leader."
"I mean a cheerleader."
Oh god. Not a cheerleader. I dated a cheerleader once. NO human should be allowed to kick that high. Without knowing it, my jaw had dropped about half an inch from shock. Jack misinterpreted it.
"See?? GO TEAM!!!!!" He clapped his hands, put one arm in the air, the other on his hip and bent one foot at the knee in the air.
Jack in a cheer squad. Jack in a cheer UNIFORM. I thought I was going to throw up.
[Grace's POV]
I decided to leave work early with Karen today. She was no help, and had had a few drinks. And by a few I mean 17. She was totally wasted, so instead of letting her go home and potentially damage herself, I decided it would be a good idea to take her home with me. She'd correct me in about two hours time.
But first I had to stop by the store to pick up a much needed replacement for one of my deceased household appliances. I childlocked Karen in the car so she wouldn't escape and start stripping in the parking lot. The public got quite enough of that last week.
…Thank god for tinted windows.