A/N: Sorry guys for the huge delay.... But... what can I say? My computer is shite....
But now. And angel hath came upon me, and spread her wings!
A reader named Emme has been so kind as to update my story for me, since my computer will, for some very strange reason......... not let me do it myself.
But anyway. Now that I am able to update once more (and hopefully more times again) It will so be done!
All I need is your guy's support! So let me know you're reading by leaving a review!
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Brand New: Part 7 "This is the Price you pay...."
[PG-13]
Previous Chapter: Fred gives Jim an ultimate opportunity, the chance to be with Gene. Fred 'fires' Jim, and lets him go to work for Gene. Giving him the choice to go as either Jim, or…. 'Jaime'. He goes as his counter-self, nervous as… someone who is very nervous. Fred is his usual sweet self before Jim leaves.
My heart is beating so fast. My stomach won't stop churning. And the fact I have three pretty large bags to carry isn't helping any. Not to mention- I don't even know where Gene's place is! I'd been here before… But it had been night, then. I know it's in one of these alleys…
I clumsily look at the directions Fred gave me, but my grip on one of my bags begins to slip. I make the mistake of trying to grab it, now letting all three bags fall to the ground.
I put my hand on my forehead, and sigh some, and to add to my unfortunates, the directions in my hand- aren't in my hand.
"Ah!" I shout out some, and look to my other hand in hopes that it's there- but it's not.
So I look desperately, on all fours to the ground. But find no luck. Or the directions, at that.
"Great." I puff before I begin to get back up….
But, only to be knocked back down again. This time, by a hand on my rear end.
"Hey there, beautiful! You having some trouble down there?" I hear the man's voice.
"Ehhhh." My eyes swirl after my face hits the concrete.
But I quickly recover once I realize what has just happened.
"You jerk!" I yell after immediately rising from the ground, with one of my bags in hand- that I hit the man with across the face.
"Ehhhh…" It's his eyes turn to swirl. And I turn about to put my suitcase down, and wipe my hands together with a triumphant smile on my face.
But he, too, recovers quickly.
"You little bitch!" he grabs hold of my wrist, and I look at him with an annoyed face, to his angry face.
"What! I don't believe you have the nerve!" I begin to shout as I try to break myself free from his hold. "…"
But then his fuming face begins to fade some, and I can't help but stop shouting. It's then I'm able to look at him, and I can't help but sense I know him from somewhere.
His 'sharp' clothes and smug look… His rugged brown hair… His.. face?
"Derrick. What are you doing?" I hear another voice, and both 'Derrick' and I turn to it.
It's only me that blushes when I see him. But I'm soon pulled by Derrick, to his side.
"I'm just talking to this lovely woman right here." He says, as if we were talking over tea.
"Let go of me!" I try to push Derrick away- but he won't let go.
"Oh, honey, you're such a kidder!" Derrick tightens his grip and I wince some.
"Derrick!" The other man grabs Derrick by the collar of his shirt, I gasp a little as Derrick let's go of me.
I watch as I take hold of the wrist he had clasped onto so desperately…
"Oh, stop trying to play the hero, Gene." Derrick whispers to him, me barely hearing it.
"Get out of here, Derrick." Gene warns him once after he drops the fiend.
Derrick barely lands on his feet, and once he is on his two, he brushes himself off.
He turns to me, and I pull back but he takes hold of my hand before I can avoid him entirely.
"I've seen you somewhere before…" he says as he bends to my hand, to give it a kiss, my face contorts as he does so… But finally, after his arrogant lips leave my hand, he looks up, his eyebrows asking me to confirm his speculation.
But I only pull my hand away. He looks at me, shocked at first. But he smiles again, and shrugs after he stands back up.
"See you around." He says to the both of us.
"Hopefully not." I say under my breath. And even though I'm sure he heard me, he still gives a wink before he starts to walk away.
Both Gene and I watched after him… There was defiantly something I didn't like about that guy.
It was only until he was out of sight that I realized who I stood next to.
"Are you all right?" Gene asks me, and I turn to him, seeing him picking up my bags. He has a charming smile on his face- but I try not to fall in.
"I don't recall asking for your help from that guy." I say to him, ignoring his false concern. "Or with my bags."
His smile changes now, to an amused one.
"Oh, don't be so harsh there." He laughs some, as he continues to carry the bags. "You should thank me, if anything! That Derrick guy is a real jerk." He bumps me on my elbow some, with a wide smile "And these bags are pretty heavy."
"Give me my bags." I say, almost irritated by his manner.
"Not until you thank me!" His says, pulling away- sounding much like a child.
My face turns red, a different shade than before…
"Give them back!" I demand, attacking him from all sides, but he's too fast for me.
He then smiles, and sticks his tongue out before he begins to run away.
"Hey!" I yell as I scurry after him. "Get back here!"
*
He made me follow him into his apartment. The jerk.
He ran ahead, and I came to his open door with a huff. I know he left it open especially for me to follow. He was hiding, no doubt.
I walk into the room, and begin to remember the night I had last been here… I said nothing as I passed the couch I had slept on that night. Cried, even.
But my attention was soon turned to an obvious trail Gene had left for me. One of my bags lay in the beginning of the hallway not to far from the couch. I went to it, and when I looked further down I saw another one at the only door open in the hall.
Not even bothering to pick the first up, I went to the other, and peered into the room- and saw on the bed, the third bag.
I pull my hair back some and shake my head as I walk into the room. And only pretend not to notice him creeping behind me as I approach the bed.
But once I reach the foot of it, I quickly turn about and point my finger.
"Ah hah!" I shout out… but then my finger falls, like the sweat drop forming on my forehead.
He's not there…
"Looking for me?" I hear the voice behind me, and almost go to turn around, that is, until I feel his arms wrap around me.
My cheeks immediately go crimson as he pulls me toward him, closer to the bed.
How low can he go? Stealing my bags to get me into his bed… But I can't help but feel excited over all this. He must obviously feel it, too.
"Saved from a jerk, by a jerk…" I say under my breath for him to hear, and I can practically feel his smile on my neck- like his hands on my hips.
"Why are you shunning me?" he asks as his hands roam up and down my waist. "I saw you blushing when you first even looked at me…. A lot like you are now."
One of his hands comes to my face, where he gently turns it slightly for me to see his own. Verifying the red that has long crept over my cheeks.
"You're very beautiful…" he whispers on my lips, which are quivering from anxiety.
He's boring his eyes into my own. And just as I'm to close mine, to receive his lips. His eyes narrow, causing my to reopen.
I find myself turned around, facing him entirely, now. His face is empty of feeling, and his hand holding my arm.
"Who are you?" He asks, still looking at my eyes.
"I.. I.." I start, shaken from what has just and is happening.
He recognizes me.
My heart is pounding so hard with fear if it's true.
He stares at me, still waiting for an answer. I try to calm myself before I speak again. Maybe he does not know exactly who I am, just sparking a familiarity.
One can only hope.
"My name is Jaime." I say, standing upright and pulling my arm from him, which he let's go freely. Yet he still stares for an answer. "Jaime Hawking." I finish.
He looks at me, for one last moment with that contemplating face that makes me so uneasy before he asks, "Hawking? As in JIM Hawking?"
I try to look shocked that he is familiar with the name.
"You know Jim?" I ask, bowing my head some to make the act more convincing.
"Yes. I do." He says, standing tall now. "And you?"
I smile some, as I tilt my head up, now.
"I'm his cousin." I say, proudly almost.
And at that moment, to my most good fortunes and ease, all the tense feeling about the room is gone.
"His cousin!?" He almost jumps up in disbelief, which seems weird to say.
I try to nod or claim 'yes' but he is too busy squeezing my face. Only when he let's go I'm able to tell him to stop.
"You look like you could be his twin!" He laughs, looking me over again.
"How do you know him?" I ask, crossing my arms now.
"He hasn't told you about me?" he asks, pointing to himself.
"I don't even know who you are!" I 'claim'.
His hands slip to his waist, where he gives a 'pose'. "I am Gene Starwind!" His voice echoes comically through the room.
I then remember to act surprised.
"You.. You're Gene Starwind?" I ask, letting my jaw open some.
He looks at me, with one of his hands on his chin and nods, like he were posing for a camera.
"Hmm… Fred didn't tell me you were so.."
"Handsome? Charming? Gorgeous? Smooth?" He intervenes, trying to finish my sentence.
"Idiotic." I say unfeelingly.
His only smile only widens. "Really? Are you sure?" He tries to sound serious, but his smile defies him. "So you're Fred's 'surprise', huh?"
He brings his eyes over me, in places I didn't think were so 'professional'.
"Employee." I rephrase, putting my hand to his face, to return his gaze to mine.
"Well, now you're my employee!" He laughs devilishly. "And your first job is to take off all your clothes."
I then hit him over the head, which he takes a hold of as he creeps to the corner, playfully.
"I was just kidding…." He says with false wet eyes. "Just your blouse will be fine.."
I pretend to make like I'm going to hit him again, but he jumps up.
"Kidding! Kidding!" He shouts, his hands raised.
And as we both smile at one another, each for one reason or another. All I can think to myself is:
It worked.
To Be Continued.
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another A/N:
liked it? loved it? hated it?
miss me? already ended your life because you thought I was gone? didn't even know I was gone?
Well, leave me a review on whatevuh! Whether or not you liked it.. cause if you didn't... tell me what you want me to do differently, to make it so you will like it. And if you liked it... GROOVY! Tell me that too! I love it.
*** SPECIAL THANKS TO: Emme! without her, this chapter would not have been able to have been posted.
*** PICTURES FOR BRAND NEW! http://www.freewebs.com/redcoloredstar I made a site some time ago... for this story, as well as other Outlaw Star yaoi... It wasn't so successful.... But it does have pictures that correspond with the story in it... Check it out eh?
But now. And angel hath came upon me, and spread her wings!
A reader named Emme has been so kind as to update my story for me, since my computer will, for some very strange reason......... not let me do it myself.
But anyway. Now that I am able to update once more (and hopefully more times again) It will so be done!
All I need is your guy's support! So let me know you're reading by leaving a review!
*****************************
Brand New: Part 7 "This is the Price you pay...."
[PG-13]
Previous Chapter: Fred gives Jim an ultimate opportunity, the chance to be with Gene. Fred 'fires' Jim, and lets him go to work for Gene. Giving him the choice to go as either Jim, or…. 'Jaime'. He goes as his counter-self, nervous as… someone who is very nervous. Fred is his usual sweet self before Jim leaves.
My heart is beating so fast. My stomach won't stop churning. And the fact I have three pretty large bags to carry isn't helping any. Not to mention- I don't even know where Gene's place is! I'd been here before… But it had been night, then. I know it's in one of these alleys…
I clumsily look at the directions Fred gave me, but my grip on one of my bags begins to slip. I make the mistake of trying to grab it, now letting all three bags fall to the ground.
I put my hand on my forehead, and sigh some, and to add to my unfortunates, the directions in my hand- aren't in my hand.
"Ah!" I shout out some, and look to my other hand in hopes that it's there- but it's not.
So I look desperately, on all fours to the ground. But find no luck. Or the directions, at that.
"Great." I puff before I begin to get back up….
But, only to be knocked back down again. This time, by a hand on my rear end.
"Hey there, beautiful! You having some trouble down there?" I hear the man's voice.
"Ehhhh." My eyes swirl after my face hits the concrete.
But I quickly recover once I realize what has just happened.
"You jerk!" I yell after immediately rising from the ground, with one of my bags in hand- that I hit the man with across the face.
"Ehhhh…" It's his eyes turn to swirl. And I turn about to put my suitcase down, and wipe my hands together with a triumphant smile on my face.
But he, too, recovers quickly.
"You little bitch!" he grabs hold of my wrist, and I look at him with an annoyed face, to his angry face.
"What! I don't believe you have the nerve!" I begin to shout as I try to break myself free from his hold. "…"
But then his fuming face begins to fade some, and I can't help but stop shouting. It's then I'm able to look at him, and I can't help but sense I know him from somewhere.
His 'sharp' clothes and smug look… His rugged brown hair… His.. face?
"Derrick. What are you doing?" I hear another voice, and both 'Derrick' and I turn to it.
It's only me that blushes when I see him. But I'm soon pulled by Derrick, to his side.
"I'm just talking to this lovely woman right here." He says, as if we were talking over tea.
"Let go of me!" I try to push Derrick away- but he won't let go.
"Oh, honey, you're such a kidder!" Derrick tightens his grip and I wince some.
"Derrick!" The other man grabs Derrick by the collar of his shirt, I gasp a little as Derrick let's go of me.
I watch as I take hold of the wrist he had clasped onto so desperately…
"Oh, stop trying to play the hero, Gene." Derrick whispers to him, me barely hearing it.
"Get out of here, Derrick." Gene warns him once after he drops the fiend.
Derrick barely lands on his feet, and once he is on his two, he brushes himself off.
He turns to me, and I pull back but he takes hold of my hand before I can avoid him entirely.
"I've seen you somewhere before…" he says as he bends to my hand, to give it a kiss, my face contorts as he does so… But finally, after his arrogant lips leave my hand, he looks up, his eyebrows asking me to confirm his speculation.
But I only pull my hand away. He looks at me, shocked at first. But he smiles again, and shrugs after he stands back up.
"See you around." He says to the both of us.
"Hopefully not." I say under my breath. And even though I'm sure he heard me, he still gives a wink before he starts to walk away.
Both Gene and I watched after him… There was defiantly something I didn't like about that guy.
It was only until he was out of sight that I realized who I stood next to.
"Are you all right?" Gene asks me, and I turn to him, seeing him picking up my bags. He has a charming smile on his face- but I try not to fall in.
"I don't recall asking for your help from that guy." I say to him, ignoring his false concern. "Or with my bags."
His smile changes now, to an amused one.
"Oh, don't be so harsh there." He laughs some, as he continues to carry the bags. "You should thank me, if anything! That Derrick guy is a real jerk." He bumps me on my elbow some, with a wide smile "And these bags are pretty heavy."
"Give me my bags." I say, almost irritated by his manner.
"Not until you thank me!" His says, pulling away- sounding much like a child.
My face turns red, a different shade than before…
"Give them back!" I demand, attacking him from all sides, but he's too fast for me.
He then smiles, and sticks his tongue out before he begins to run away.
"Hey!" I yell as I scurry after him. "Get back here!"
*
He made me follow him into his apartment. The jerk.
He ran ahead, and I came to his open door with a huff. I know he left it open especially for me to follow. He was hiding, no doubt.
I walk into the room, and begin to remember the night I had last been here… I said nothing as I passed the couch I had slept on that night. Cried, even.
But my attention was soon turned to an obvious trail Gene had left for me. One of my bags lay in the beginning of the hallway not to far from the couch. I went to it, and when I looked further down I saw another one at the only door open in the hall.
Not even bothering to pick the first up, I went to the other, and peered into the room- and saw on the bed, the third bag.
I pull my hair back some and shake my head as I walk into the room. And only pretend not to notice him creeping behind me as I approach the bed.
But once I reach the foot of it, I quickly turn about and point my finger.
"Ah hah!" I shout out… but then my finger falls, like the sweat drop forming on my forehead.
He's not there…
"Looking for me?" I hear the voice behind me, and almost go to turn around, that is, until I feel his arms wrap around me.
My cheeks immediately go crimson as he pulls me toward him, closer to the bed.
How low can he go? Stealing my bags to get me into his bed… But I can't help but feel excited over all this. He must obviously feel it, too.
"Saved from a jerk, by a jerk…" I say under my breath for him to hear, and I can practically feel his smile on my neck- like his hands on my hips.
"Why are you shunning me?" he asks as his hands roam up and down my waist. "I saw you blushing when you first even looked at me…. A lot like you are now."
One of his hands comes to my face, where he gently turns it slightly for me to see his own. Verifying the red that has long crept over my cheeks.
"You're very beautiful…" he whispers on my lips, which are quivering from anxiety.
He's boring his eyes into my own. And just as I'm to close mine, to receive his lips. His eyes narrow, causing my to reopen.
I find myself turned around, facing him entirely, now. His face is empty of feeling, and his hand holding my arm.
"Who are you?" He asks, still looking at my eyes.
"I.. I.." I start, shaken from what has just and is happening.
He recognizes me.
My heart is pounding so hard with fear if it's true.
He stares at me, still waiting for an answer. I try to calm myself before I speak again. Maybe he does not know exactly who I am, just sparking a familiarity.
One can only hope.
"My name is Jaime." I say, standing upright and pulling my arm from him, which he let's go freely. Yet he still stares for an answer. "Jaime Hawking." I finish.
He looks at me, for one last moment with that contemplating face that makes me so uneasy before he asks, "Hawking? As in JIM Hawking?"
I try to look shocked that he is familiar with the name.
"You know Jim?" I ask, bowing my head some to make the act more convincing.
"Yes. I do." He says, standing tall now. "And you?"
I smile some, as I tilt my head up, now.
"I'm his cousin." I say, proudly almost.
And at that moment, to my most good fortunes and ease, all the tense feeling about the room is gone.
"His cousin!?" He almost jumps up in disbelief, which seems weird to say.
I try to nod or claim 'yes' but he is too busy squeezing my face. Only when he let's go I'm able to tell him to stop.
"You look like you could be his twin!" He laughs, looking me over again.
"How do you know him?" I ask, crossing my arms now.
"He hasn't told you about me?" he asks, pointing to himself.
"I don't even know who you are!" I 'claim'.
His hands slip to his waist, where he gives a 'pose'. "I am Gene Starwind!" His voice echoes comically through the room.
I then remember to act surprised.
"You.. You're Gene Starwind?" I ask, letting my jaw open some.
He looks at me, with one of his hands on his chin and nods, like he were posing for a camera.
"Hmm… Fred didn't tell me you were so.."
"Handsome? Charming? Gorgeous? Smooth?" He intervenes, trying to finish my sentence.
"Idiotic." I say unfeelingly.
His only smile only widens. "Really? Are you sure?" He tries to sound serious, but his smile defies him. "So you're Fred's 'surprise', huh?"
He brings his eyes over me, in places I didn't think were so 'professional'.
"Employee." I rephrase, putting my hand to his face, to return his gaze to mine.
"Well, now you're my employee!" He laughs devilishly. "And your first job is to take off all your clothes."
I then hit him over the head, which he takes a hold of as he creeps to the corner, playfully.
"I was just kidding…." He says with false wet eyes. "Just your blouse will be fine.."
I pretend to make like I'm going to hit him again, but he jumps up.
"Kidding! Kidding!" He shouts, his hands raised.
And as we both smile at one another, each for one reason or another. All I can think to myself is:
It worked.
To Be Continued.
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another A/N:
liked it? loved it? hated it?
miss me? already ended your life because you thought I was gone? didn't even know I was gone?
Well, leave me a review on whatevuh! Whether or not you liked it.. cause if you didn't... tell me what you want me to do differently, to make it so you will like it. And if you liked it... GROOVY! Tell me that too! I love it.
*** SPECIAL THANKS TO: Emme! without her, this chapter would not have been able to have been posted.
*** PICTURES FOR BRAND NEW! http://www.freewebs.com/redcoloredstar I made a site some time ago... for this story, as well as other Outlaw Star yaoi... It wasn't so successful.... But it does have pictures that correspond with the story in it... Check it out eh?