Shout Outs!
Specsglasses- But I don't like Race and Spot. I'd rather have Race with no one then with Spot... well that's not true. Their cute together but Race and Jack are cuter. Sorry it's a longer chapter, but not by much. Sorry.
Shadowlands- hehe Harsh is good sometimes. I was so proud of this next chapter I was sending pieces of it to all my friends. They were like that's terrible and I'm like, haha! I love it. I love your reviews, their great!
Itey!Muse: I am pretty, thank you. ::glows with pride::
Me: You aren't THAT pretty Itey: -_-'
Gryffin Parker- Itey!Muse scares everyone, he told me last night he scared himself even. He should get a new sense of music but hey.
Nakaia Aidan-Sun- Hehe, Oscar kissing Race was great. And me killing Jack is greater! I would be happy to kill your Jack!Muse ;)
A/N: I love all yas, I'm glad you reviewed my story. Please enjoy this next chapter, it's sad. ::sniffsniff::
Chapter... eh... 6 I think?
Race sat up, rubbing his tired eyes. He wasn't as tired as he had been for a while, since he wasn't coughing all night.
Race got out of bed, and started to dress. As he grabbed for his pants, which were under his pillow, he felt a piece of paper. He pulled it out and noticed it was addressed to him, it was in Jack's handwriting.
'Race, I'm sorry I left before I could tell you. But, I love you.
I don't know if I will see you tonight, I'm thinking about going
To Davey's just for tonight, I've had this bad head ach and I
Want to see if he can help me. After all he has been taking
Medical classes. I hope you love me too.
-Jack'
Race folded the note and stuck it back under his pillow, then grabbed his pants. As he finished getting dressed, he grabbed some lose change that lay on the side table, which Skittery had given him so he could buy papers that day.
Race walked rapidly down the stairs, then outside. It had been the first time for a while in which he was able to go outside, and he couldn't wait to go selling.
He made his way quickly to purchase his newspapers, while standing in line people were talking to him, saying things like, "Welcome back Racetrack," and, "Long time no see, how ya feeling?"
He brought his papes and started out to the street. As he walked down the street, he noticed a small crowd of people down by and old apartment building, which he realized to be David's building.
'This'll be a perfect place to sell today.' Race thought to himself, as he mad his way to the crown shouting headlines.
"Extra! Extra!" He yelled reaching the front of the crown, "Read all about-- " Race felt himself run cold, his papers had dropped to the ground. "Jack..."
He walked to the body, which was the center of attention for the crowd around. His hand slowly went toward the head of his friend. It felt like ice.
By this time he felt tears running down his cheeks, "Jack wake up."
Race looked down to the pale face, then the newspapers under Jack's head which had been stained red with blood. Blood, which had been flowing smoothly out of his mouth.
Race felt his head shake, "No, no you were fine last night." His tears were moving more rapidly now.
"Race?"
Race looked up to see his friend standing within the doors of the apartment building, "Dave?"
Dave walked over to where Race sat on the floor, "Jack, is he?"
Race nodded, as he whipped his eyes.
"I'll go get my dad, he'll know what to do." Race watched as David disappeared into the building.
Race sat and stared at Jack, who lay on the ground lifeless in front of him. His throat was dry, and he didn't know what to do. For the past three weeks he watched Jack, nurse and take care of him. And now, he was just gone...
Race's head fell onto Jack's stomach, he sat there grabbing onto the shirt of his friend. He sat there crying, "Why didn't you tell me you were sick, why did it have to be you? It was my fault, my fault you go sick. My fault you didn't have the money for medicine, my fault you died. I should have seen it."
Race lifted his head. Then banged his hand on the stone ground, "But no, I was to blind!"
Race lent over and kissed Jack's cold forehead, "I love you, Jack. More then anything else I love you."
"Race, lets take him to the police." Race looked up to see Mr. Jacobs standing there. Mr. Jacobs but a hand on Race's shoulder, and Race nodded.
'If only I could say bye before you left me.'
Specsglasses- But I don't like Race and Spot. I'd rather have Race with no one then with Spot... well that's not true. Their cute together but Race and Jack are cuter. Sorry it's a longer chapter, but not by much. Sorry.
Shadowlands- hehe Harsh is good sometimes. I was so proud of this next chapter I was sending pieces of it to all my friends. They were like that's terrible and I'm like, haha! I love it. I love your reviews, their great!
Itey!Muse: I am pretty, thank you. ::glows with pride::
Me: You aren't THAT pretty Itey: -_-'
Gryffin Parker- Itey!Muse scares everyone, he told me last night he scared himself even. He should get a new sense of music but hey.
Nakaia Aidan-Sun- Hehe, Oscar kissing Race was great. And me killing Jack is greater! I would be happy to kill your Jack!Muse ;)
A/N: I love all yas, I'm glad you reviewed my story. Please enjoy this next chapter, it's sad. ::sniffsniff::
Chapter... eh... 6 I think?
Race sat up, rubbing his tired eyes. He wasn't as tired as he had been for a while, since he wasn't coughing all night.
Race got out of bed, and started to dress. As he grabbed for his pants, which were under his pillow, he felt a piece of paper. He pulled it out and noticed it was addressed to him, it was in Jack's handwriting.
'Race, I'm sorry I left before I could tell you. But, I love you.
I don't know if I will see you tonight, I'm thinking about going
To Davey's just for tonight, I've had this bad head ach and I
Want to see if he can help me. After all he has been taking
Medical classes. I hope you love me too.
-Jack'
Race folded the note and stuck it back under his pillow, then grabbed his pants. As he finished getting dressed, he grabbed some lose change that lay on the side table, which Skittery had given him so he could buy papers that day.
Race walked rapidly down the stairs, then outside. It had been the first time for a while in which he was able to go outside, and he couldn't wait to go selling.
He made his way quickly to purchase his newspapers, while standing in line people were talking to him, saying things like, "Welcome back Racetrack," and, "Long time no see, how ya feeling?"
He brought his papes and started out to the street. As he walked down the street, he noticed a small crowd of people down by and old apartment building, which he realized to be David's building.
'This'll be a perfect place to sell today.' Race thought to himself, as he mad his way to the crown shouting headlines.
"Extra! Extra!" He yelled reaching the front of the crown, "Read all about-- " Race felt himself run cold, his papers had dropped to the ground. "Jack..."
He walked to the body, which was the center of attention for the crowd around. His hand slowly went toward the head of his friend. It felt like ice.
By this time he felt tears running down his cheeks, "Jack wake up."
Race looked down to the pale face, then the newspapers under Jack's head which had been stained red with blood. Blood, which had been flowing smoothly out of his mouth.
Race felt his head shake, "No, no you were fine last night." His tears were moving more rapidly now.
"Race?"
Race looked up to see his friend standing within the doors of the apartment building, "Dave?"
Dave walked over to where Race sat on the floor, "Jack, is he?"
Race nodded, as he whipped his eyes.
"I'll go get my dad, he'll know what to do." Race watched as David disappeared into the building.
Race sat and stared at Jack, who lay on the ground lifeless in front of him. His throat was dry, and he didn't know what to do. For the past three weeks he watched Jack, nurse and take care of him. And now, he was just gone...
Race's head fell onto Jack's stomach, he sat there grabbing onto the shirt of his friend. He sat there crying, "Why didn't you tell me you were sick, why did it have to be you? It was my fault, my fault you go sick. My fault you didn't have the money for medicine, my fault you died. I should have seen it."
Race lifted his head. Then banged his hand on the stone ground, "But no, I was to blind!"
Race lent over and kissed Jack's cold forehead, "I love you, Jack. More then anything else I love you."
"Race, lets take him to the police." Race looked up to see Mr. Jacobs standing there. Mr. Jacobs but a hand on Race's shoulder, and Race nodded.
'If only I could say bye before you left me.'