A/N: I told you I'd be back. Or, actually, maybe I didn't, but y'all know I can't stay away forever. I'm angsted-out at the moment (it's strange, but I can't write depressing stuff when I AM depressed...), so here comes the fluff.
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Inspiration: An accusation of having 'rather gay hair' / Summer holidays / Poison
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"Giving, Part Two"
Fulton shrugged. "Zoos aren't the same. It's like...watching the broadcast of the New Years celebration versus being in New York City."
"Ah." Jesse nodded. Fulton's reasoning was almost always easy to understand, and in this case, Jesse agreed with him. "Maybe we can blackmail Banksie into taking us, over summer vacation or something."
"Do we /have/ blackmail on Banks?" Fulton wondered.
Jesse smiled. "Fulton, Fulton, Fulton...we can /make/ blackmail. We just need to get Banks into an embarrassing situation--wearing a tutu, singing ABBA, crying over a chick flick...and have evidence, like a picture or a tape-recording, and 'ta-da!' Blackmail."
Fulton laughed, wrapping his arms around Jesse in a tight, possessive hug. "That settles it. You're mine now."
"I'm what?" Jesse asked.
"Mine." Fulton murmured softly, "Not gonna let you go now, Jesse Hall. You're too perfect to give up."
"Aw, Fulton..." Jesse whispered in a choked voice, "That's the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me..."
They stayed like that for a while, and then Fulton said,
"So, Jess. Where does your mom keep the rat poision?"
And Jesse hit him with a pillow.
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"You have to admit, Terry, your hair is rather gay."
"Shut up, Josh!" Terry whined, pulling the stockingcap even further down on his head. He had wedged himself between the couch and the barcalounger with his knees up to his chest and his hands over his head, thereby resisting all efforts from his father and his three friends--Josh, Marcus, and Sammy--to take an electric razor to his head.
For their part, Fulton and Jesse took offense at Josh's assessment of Terry's hair and summarily lifted the young boy by both arms and tossed him out the back door. This amused the Halls and their visitors to no end, especially when Jesse informed Josh that he was staying outside until he decided to "learn some manners, ya rock-dumb albino monkey!" (In fact, Mrs. Hall let the boy in after only ten minutes.)
In the meantime, entertainment was more sedate as Fulton managed to coax Terry out of hiding--something about letting Terry borrow his Fantastic Four comics--and Mr. Hall, having decided that enough was enough, finally did yank Terry by his collar into the bathroom. It took some more bargaining, but in due time both of them emerged considerably balder.
After the traditional viewing of "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving"--no one in the house had even entertained the thought of watching football--Mrs. Hall announced that dinner was ready.
The boys hung back for a minute. Fulton gazed appealingly at Jesse, but Jesse hissed,
"No poison! My parents like you, but if you start talking about murdering people in our house, they'll kick you out."
Fulton merely pouted in response, and Jesse fled for the dining room before he could be swayed.
**End Part Two**
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Inspiration: An accusation of having 'rather gay hair' / Summer holidays / Poison
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"Giving, Part Two"
Fulton shrugged. "Zoos aren't the same. It's like...watching the broadcast of the New Years celebration versus being in New York City."
"Ah." Jesse nodded. Fulton's reasoning was almost always easy to understand, and in this case, Jesse agreed with him. "Maybe we can blackmail Banksie into taking us, over summer vacation or something."
"Do we /have/ blackmail on Banks?" Fulton wondered.
Jesse smiled. "Fulton, Fulton, Fulton...we can /make/ blackmail. We just need to get Banks into an embarrassing situation--wearing a tutu, singing ABBA, crying over a chick flick...and have evidence, like a picture or a tape-recording, and 'ta-da!' Blackmail."
Fulton laughed, wrapping his arms around Jesse in a tight, possessive hug. "That settles it. You're mine now."
"I'm what?" Jesse asked.
"Mine." Fulton murmured softly, "Not gonna let you go now, Jesse Hall. You're too perfect to give up."
"Aw, Fulton..." Jesse whispered in a choked voice, "That's the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me..."
They stayed like that for a while, and then Fulton said,
"So, Jess. Where does your mom keep the rat poision?"
And Jesse hit him with a pillow.
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"You have to admit, Terry, your hair is rather gay."
"Shut up, Josh!" Terry whined, pulling the stockingcap even further down on his head. He had wedged himself between the couch and the barcalounger with his knees up to his chest and his hands over his head, thereby resisting all efforts from his father and his three friends--Josh, Marcus, and Sammy--to take an electric razor to his head.
For their part, Fulton and Jesse took offense at Josh's assessment of Terry's hair and summarily lifted the young boy by both arms and tossed him out the back door. This amused the Halls and their visitors to no end, especially when Jesse informed Josh that he was staying outside until he decided to "learn some manners, ya rock-dumb albino monkey!" (In fact, Mrs. Hall let the boy in after only ten minutes.)
In the meantime, entertainment was more sedate as Fulton managed to coax Terry out of hiding--something about letting Terry borrow his Fantastic Four comics--and Mr. Hall, having decided that enough was enough, finally did yank Terry by his collar into the bathroom. It took some more bargaining, but in due time both of them emerged considerably balder.
After the traditional viewing of "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving"--no one in the house had even entertained the thought of watching football--Mrs. Hall announced that dinner was ready.
The boys hung back for a minute. Fulton gazed appealingly at Jesse, but Jesse hissed,
"No poison! My parents like you, but if you start talking about murdering people in our house, they'll kick you out."
Fulton merely pouted in response, and Jesse fled for the dining room before he could be swayed.
**End Part Two**