DISCLAIMER:we both know i dont own any of these characters. there is no profit being made off this simple lil' fanfic.
takes place after series finale.
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Jack sighed in frustration. "Doug, it doesnt work like that. You can't just say something and not do it. I didn't get back together with you just because i thought it was nice that you SAID you would come out."
"I'm sorry Jack. It's not that easy!"
"It isn't getting any easier!" Amy began crying at the sound of yelling, and Jack got up leaving Doug sitting on his bed. He pulled his shirt over his bare shoulders, and buttoned his pants up. He didn't even know where this fight had come from. Five minutes later, Jack came back in the room, wearing only his boxers. Amy lay asleep, her head laid gently on his bare shoulder. He looked angry. "Leave," he whispered to Doug. Doug, now fully clothed, walked out the door, not even trying to kiss Amy on the forehead like usual. Jack heard the door close downstairs, and then Doug's car pull out of the driveway. He sighed, and once again attempted to put Amy to sleep.
He decided, once and for all, that he would have to be done with Doug. It had been over two months since Doug had told him he would come out. No, not told, promised. This wasn't working. Doug was just being a wuss, and it wouldn't work anymore. He knew what he had to do.
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One week later, Jack was walking out of Capeside high. He saw something he really didn't want to, but he knew he had to confront it. Doug was leaning up against the police car, obviously waiting for Jack. He had parked in such a position so that Jack couldn't move his car untill Doug did. "Crap," Jack thought to himself. He slowed his walking and when he finally got up to Doug, he didn't know what to say. "Er, excuse me. You're sort of, well, blocking my car."
"Jack, we have to talk."
"We really don't."
"Okay look, I'm sorry."
"That's nice, now could you please move?"
"Are you planning to avoid me forever?"
"Sounds like a plan to me."
"Ha."
"I don't know what you wanna talk about. There IS nothing to talk about."
"About us."
"There is no us. Not anymore."
"You just want to throw this all away?"
"Throw it away, burn it, however you wanna put it."
"Jack, you can't never talk to me about this."
"Oh but I plan to."
"How."
"I'm moving, Doug." Doug pushed off his car into an upright postition. He didn't say anything for a while. But finally-
"When?"
"This weekend."
"This is bullshit."
"Why? There's nothing keeping me here anymore! You sure as hell arent."
"Yes, I am."
"Unless I'm mistaken, I'm pretty sure I don't want you to touch me... like you did, ever again."
"You're blowing this way out of proportion."
"No, I'm not. You know how hard you think it is for you to lie? It's twice that hard for me. To see you on the street and not grab you, to not even look at you? To have to close the blinds to my house just to put my arm around you? I can't... I just can't do it anymore." Doug tried to put his hand on Jack's shoulder, but Jack jerked it away. "Now can you move, please?"
"Where are you going, exactly?"
"I don't think it matters." Doug's eyes began to glisten, and he moved his car. Jack sped off, to finish packing,
takes place after series finale.
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Jack sighed in frustration. "Doug, it doesnt work like that. You can't just say something and not do it. I didn't get back together with you just because i thought it was nice that you SAID you would come out."
"I'm sorry Jack. It's not that easy!"
"It isn't getting any easier!" Amy began crying at the sound of yelling, and Jack got up leaving Doug sitting on his bed. He pulled his shirt over his bare shoulders, and buttoned his pants up. He didn't even know where this fight had come from. Five minutes later, Jack came back in the room, wearing only his boxers. Amy lay asleep, her head laid gently on his bare shoulder. He looked angry. "Leave," he whispered to Doug. Doug, now fully clothed, walked out the door, not even trying to kiss Amy on the forehead like usual. Jack heard the door close downstairs, and then Doug's car pull out of the driveway. He sighed, and once again attempted to put Amy to sleep.
He decided, once and for all, that he would have to be done with Doug. It had been over two months since Doug had told him he would come out. No, not told, promised. This wasn't working. Doug was just being a wuss, and it wouldn't work anymore. He knew what he had to do.
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One week later, Jack was walking out of Capeside high. He saw something he really didn't want to, but he knew he had to confront it. Doug was leaning up against the police car, obviously waiting for Jack. He had parked in such a position so that Jack couldn't move his car untill Doug did. "Crap," Jack thought to himself. He slowed his walking and when he finally got up to Doug, he didn't know what to say. "Er, excuse me. You're sort of, well, blocking my car."
"Jack, we have to talk."
"We really don't."
"Okay look, I'm sorry."
"That's nice, now could you please move?"
"Are you planning to avoid me forever?"
"Sounds like a plan to me."
"Ha."
"I don't know what you wanna talk about. There IS nothing to talk about."
"About us."
"There is no us. Not anymore."
"You just want to throw this all away?"
"Throw it away, burn it, however you wanna put it."
"Jack, you can't never talk to me about this."
"Oh but I plan to."
"How."
"I'm moving, Doug." Doug pushed off his car into an upright postition. He didn't say anything for a while. But finally-
"When?"
"This weekend."
"This is bullshit."
"Why? There's nothing keeping me here anymore! You sure as hell arent."
"Yes, I am."
"Unless I'm mistaken, I'm pretty sure I don't want you to touch me... like you did, ever again."
"You're blowing this way out of proportion."
"No, I'm not. You know how hard you think it is for you to lie? It's twice that hard for me. To see you on the street and not grab you, to not even look at you? To have to close the blinds to my house just to put my arm around you? I can't... I just can't do it anymore." Doug tried to put his hand on Jack's shoulder, but Jack jerked it away. "Now can you move, please?"
"Where are you going, exactly?"
"I don't think it matters." Doug's eyes began to glisten, and he moved his car. Jack sped off, to finish packing,