A/N: Pretty quick update, no? Let's get some more reviews so I know you
guys are still out there, eh?
I now have FF.net up and running again. ..My computer is bi-polar. Oo'... So
keeping that in mind. I probably won't be able to log in soon enough.
I know I posted this myself, but. Another thank you to Emme, for standing
by and much more!
** Again, the text between the "// "are events that happened in the past, just to help people not to get lost.
Previous chapter: Jim finally gets the guts to go to Gene's place, as Jaime. Jaime meets a jerk named Derrick.... Gets 'saved' by Gene.... Gene recognizes Jaime?! ...Oh, Jaime is Jim's cousin! ..right. Gene believes. Continues to flirt. Jaime is a success?..... so far.
Brand New: Part 8 "For a loss of control." [PG-13]
"The material you have here actually isn't that bad." I say to Gene as I look through the files in his computer. "But how do you plan to get the money to set it all up?" I ask, turning my chair some to look at him.
He looks tired, leaning against the wall, with his head kept tilted up some, probably in order to keep him awake... We've been in his 'working' room for quite some time now, so I guess I can't blame him. It's a.. nice room. Nice meaning not nice, apparently, especially with papers and blueprints scattered messily about, as well as the occasional dirty magazine... Not to mention the lovely pictures of coarse women hanging all about the walls. Guess it's the working room in more than one way.
"Well... I do have some money saved up..." he speaks, sounding almost unsure as he lightly pushes himself from the wall to stand firmly on his two feet.
"Ah hah.." I blink some and raise an eyebrow at his uncertainty. "Well, we can use that then." I say rather abruptly before I spin back around to face the computer screen once more. "I just need to change a few things..." I mumble as I begin to type onto the computer.
"Wait.. what are you.." he begins to object, as I feel him peering over my shoulder. But as he watches me make my changes- he sees all is well.
The clicking and tapping of the keyboard is all that can be heard for a minute or two, and I can only hope he is able to follow what I am doing.
"..I never thought of doing that..." he says, sounding almost amazed when I let my hands to rest, and I smile some, for him to see.
"Well, I can show you some more stuff tomorrow, but for now. I think we should both go to bed." I save what was done, and turn off the computer, leaving a blank screen in front of me, and Gene over my shoulder.
"You're a smart gal." He chimes as he turns my chair about to face him. "I'm only hoping that Fred only gave you over to me, because you're a girl. And not some psycho." He smiles at his 'joke', and I push him away a little, jokingly.
"Fred said you need all the help you can get." I tease with a smile of my own.
"Is that so?" He asks, eyebrows raised, with each of our mouths curved shamelessly.
"Uh huh." I respond, looking into those blue eyes of his.
"Well then..." he starts, bringing his face closer and closer to mine, giving me, yes, a better look at his once tired, but now fervent eyes. I can't help but let a small rush of red blush over my cheeks, as a quiver of pleasure runs through my body at his closeness. And just as I'm sure he is going to kiss me... I feel myself falling to the ground. "You can sleep on the couch!" I hear him yell as my butt hits the floor.
I guess I was practically out of my seat in anxiety, that he was able to just pull it right from under me, leaving me to fall like a ton of bricks.
"You jerk!" I laugh some in embarrassment, lifting my butt up some off the floor to rub it.
I look up to Gene, and see him at the doorway, sticking his tongue out at me before he takes off running.
I go on to get up, still rubbing my rear end. But once I walk over to the door, and peer into the dark, empty hallway, a different mood seems to dawn upon me.
/ "Gene!" I called his name as I wandered the hallways. "Gene! It's Jim! Where are you?"
The place was dark that day... But it wasn't here, was it? Somewhere else...
It was messy, torn apart- the walls crumbling, and the whole place smelling of smoke and alcohol. Gene's place was always like that then. But that day, it seemed more apparent. More cold. Unfamiliar even.
That day? What day was that?
I remember being scared when I came. When nobody answered the door. That Fred was right.
About what?
"Gene?" I peered into his room, and saw him sitting on the bed, hunched over with his hands over his eyes. I was surprised to see him like that, but I was happy to see him nonetheless. "Gene!" I ran over to him, happily. "I knew you wouldn't leave me. I knew Fred was just trying to keep you away from me!"
Why would Fred want to keep me away? Did he want me to himself?
I jumped onto the bed, and hugged him. Only, after a while, he still wasn't hugging back. And in replace of his hands over his eyes, was his hair.
"Gene?" I whispered, afraid at his silence. I could see tears streaming down his cheeks. "What's wrong?"/
"What's wrong?"
I suddenly realize Gene is standing right in front of me, and I almost jump.
"Eh!" I back up a little, running my back into the wall, and I look at Gene again, who smiles.
"You fall asleep standing up?" He asks, bringing himself closer to me, his head tilted down to look at me closer, with level eyes.
I shake my head, and put the palms of my hand against the wall, as he begins to approach me once more. I'm guessing he likes the fact that I can't seem to stop him, when he gets this close to me. That I enjoy it, as much as I try not to show it.
"Are you sleepy?" He whispers, as if the question was something sensual, sending a small shiver through my ears and down my back.
"A little.." I try to smile some, hoping in a way that he will back away some and let me breathe.
He doesn't speak as he brings his face close to mine. I watch his eyes as they search my pink cheeks, and shaking lips. I see his own lips curve some in satisfaction, being able to control me like this.
I close my eyes before I see him start to bring his lips to mine..
And after a moment of dark silence, with nothing happening, I decide to open my eyes a crack.
I look at Gene's face now, it's looking at my face again. But this time more inquisitive than before, and less controlling.
"You look so much like Jim.." he says, making me tense up even more at hearing this.
"Oh.. yeah? I get that a lot." I respond, with a, goofy, I'm sure, smile on my face.
"You're his cousin?" He asks, and I nod. "So why was Jim living on the streets when I found him?"
"You found him?" I ask a question to his question, although I already know the answer.
"Yeah, when he was just a little kid. Barely old enough to tie his shoes." He says, backing from me some- and talking to me almost accusingly. "He had nobody. And I took him in."
"Look." I say, my smile long faded, and face taken offense. "It's not like I threw Jim out onto the street. I never even knew I had a cousin, until just recently! I met him when.. I, I was trying to get a job at Fred's... And when I saw him... I -We looked so much alike, and when he told me his last name."
"Are you sure you're not his sister?" Gene asks, sounding skeptical.
"I never had any brothers or sisters." I say, rather slowly as I begin to think of some lie I can tell. "..After my parents died when I was 8, I was put under adoption. I kept my last name, and I guess it was only coincidence that Jim and I were able to meet." Gene is still staring at me, as if I'm guilty of some crime. "Gene. What are you trying to accuse me of?" I ask with a strong voice.
"I just wonder why you never showed you're face up before..." he says before turning his back to me and shrugging some. "Jim's a good kid. He didn't deserve what he went through when he was so young."
"I know..." I say under my breath, not knowing what else to say except: "But I'm sure he's glad that you came into his life."
With this, Gene turns around. And I almost smile to confide, that is, until I see the solemn look on his face.
"You have no idea, do you?" is the last thing he says to me, before leaving to go into his room.
And I can't help but feel I really don't.
*
"Morning, sunshine." I hear a cheerful voice, and feel my cheek being pinched.
I groan some, as I hit Gene's hand away.
"Go away.." I whine, as I turn over on the bed.
The bed?
I then quickly sit up, and look around.
"How did I get in here?" I ask, looking at Gene now, who is sitting beside me on his bed.
"You mean you don't remember?" He asks, making a worried face. "We had a couple drinks last night, and then made mad love!"
I punch him in the arm, and he laughs some.
"Quit it." I say, with a serious voice. But I can't help but be glad that he is joking around with me again, after the weird moment last night.
Gene rubs his arm some as his smile fades a little.
"I moved you in here last night." He shrugs. "But don't worry. I slept on the couch!" He adds, raising his hands up for a moment.
I smile a little at his quick response and nod. "Thank you." I say sincerely.
"Yeah, well don't get use to it." He starts to say, more casual now "I only did it because I felt bad about last night... I. I didn't mean to put any blame on you. Just. I guess I was just mad because. –Oh I don't know! Let's just forget about it!"
Gene then jumps up from the bed. And I watch as he exits the room.
I begin to get up myself, pulling the sheets off of me, so I can follow him.
"I made breakfast, so you might not want to eat." I hear him yell from the kitchen, and I can't help but smile.
*
Why was this all coming back now? Or, rather, why so slow? Bits and pieces of memories that I can hardly clip together have been lingering in my mind.
What had Gene meant when he said 'I had no idea'. I had no idea about what? Jim's life? My life?
I guess it wouldn't not make sense if he did say that. Even though I lived it. But, for some reason I thought it better not to ask Gene. I don't want him to get like he did the night before. The tenseness between us was unbearable. I was lucky he apologized to me this morning....
It seems only time will able to bring it all together.
"Hey, Jaime... You look like you're ready to take a break."
Gene's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I turn my head over my shoulder to look over at him.
"Did you get any work done?" I ask, my voice not expecting much.
"Yeah, of course." He responds, stretching in his chair.
I get up from my chair, and stand over Gene as he stretches.
"Of course meaning not really, right?" I ask playfully, as I poke either side of his ribs.
He lets out a little 'oof' before he turns out of his chair and grabs me. Causing me to laugh some as he pulls me back into his chair with him.
"You're so cute." He says through his nose as he gives me a noggie.
I laugh more as I push his hand away.
/ "Quit it Gene!"
"Quit what?" He pretends to be oblivious every time when he tickles me. "This?" He asked self-righteously, as he poked me in the side again.
I laughed more as I tried to grab his hands.
"Gene!" I cried out, with tears in my eyes.
He finally stopped when I was able to take no more.
"You still breathing?" He asked with a mischievous smile.
"No thanks to you!" I tackled him, with a smile on either of our faces. It was only until he wrestled me down, I calmed. "...Can I stay with you tonight, Gene? I hate it at Fred's."
"What's so bad about Fred's?" Gene asked, letting go of my arms, which allowed me to sit up.
"Fred." I said, making a face to Gene to confirm my hate for him.
"I'm sorry, kid. But I... I have things to do. You know that. If I'm going to be able to keep you, I gotta make some money." He explained. And I knew it hadn't been the first time he'd said it. "Once I save up enough, it'll be just you and me. Alright?"
"You promise?" I asked, with hopeful eyes.
"I promise." He said most genuinely. "Now, come on. We should go over to Fred's now. I can't stand to look at you a minute longer." He joked, giving me another reason to jump on him. Only this time, I hugged him.
"I love you, Gene." I smiled onto his shoulder.
"You too, squirt, you too." /
"So whaddaya say?" I look up at Gene, me being sprawled over his lap in his chair. "Wanna get out of here?"
I look at Gene's face, and remember how I really did and still do love to see him.
I can't help to feel glad that I finally have the chance to be with the only person I've ever told I loved. Yeah, it had been a different kind of love then, but maybe it was more now.
All I know, is that all I need now, is to have his love in return.
"Yeah." I answer, nodding my head, putting my eyes to his. "Yeah I do."
To Be Continued.
A/N: Hey guys! ..Sorry for the kinda uneventful chapter.. but. It's a plot builder. So. You know.... Just, please keep the reviews-a-comin so I can keep the story-a-goin. I promise it'll get better soon enough.
***I might be changing my penname soon. It's a maybe. Think I should? Shouldn't? Don't really care? Tell me, if you'd like.
Adrienne D: I'm glad you're still reading! And yeah. It was a major drag, not being able to post and all. Drag. Hah. ...Sorry. But yeah. Jim is just digging himself deeper. We'll see how Gene reacts soon enough, eh? And as for Derrick. Very good! We will be seeing more of him... unfortunately ;)
StormArrow And JadeViper: Thanks for pointing that out to me. I didn't even know I was not accepting anonymous reviews! I love to read all reviews, anonymous or not, so thanks for leaving one. Hope to hear from you again!
CTB: Hey, I like you a lot too! ( Thanks for your kind review. I hope that you'll keep reading.
** Again, the text between the "// "are events that happened in the past, just to help people not to get lost.
Previous chapter: Jim finally gets the guts to go to Gene's place, as Jaime. Jaime meets a jerk named Derrick.... Gets 'saved' by Gene.... Gene recognizes Jaime?! ...Oh, Jaime is Jim's cousin! ..right. Gene believes. Continues to flirt. Jaime is a success?..... so far.
Brand New: Part 8 "For a loss of control." [PG-13]
"The material you have here actually isn't that bad." I say to Gene as I look through the files in his computer. "But how do you plan to get the money to set it all up?" I ask, turning my chair some to look at him.
He looks tired, leaning against the wall, with his head kept tilted up some, probably in order to keep him awake... We've been in his 'working' room for quite some time now, so I guess I can't blame him. It's a.. nice room. Nice meaning not nice, apparently, especially with papers and blueprints scattered messily about, as well as the occasional dirty magazine... Not to mention the lovely pictures of coarse women hanging all about the walls. Guess it's the working room in more than one way.
"Well... I do have some money saved up..." he speaks, sounding almost unsure as he lightly pushes himself from the wall to stand firmly on his two feet.
"Ah hah.." I blink some and raise an eyebrow at his uncertainty. "Well, we can use that then." I say rather abruptly before I spin back around to face the computer screen once more. "I just need to change a few things..." I mumble as I begin to type onto the computer.
"Wait.. what are you.." he begins to object, as I feel him peering over my shoulder. But as he watches me make my changes- he sees all is well.
The clicking and tapping of the keyboard is all that can be heard for a minute or two, and I can only hope he is able to follow what I am doing.
"..I never thought of doing that..." he says, sounding almost amazed when I let my hands to rest, and I smile some, for him to see.
"Well, I can show you some more stuff tomorrow, but for now. I think we should both go to bed." I save what was done, and turn off the computer, leaving a blank screen in front of me, and Gene over my shoulder.
"You're a smart gal." He chimes as he turns my chair about to face him. "I'm only hoping that Fred only gave you over to me, because you're a girl. And not some psycho." He smiles at his 'joke', and I push him away a little, jokingly.
"Fred said you need all the help you can get." I tease with a smile of my own.
"Is that so?" He asks, eyebrows raised, with each of our mouths curved shamelessly.
"Uh huh." I respond, looking into those blue eyes of his.
"Well then..." he starts, bringing his face closer and closer to mine, giving me, yes, a better look at his once tired, but now fervent eyes. I can't help but let a small rush of red blush over my cheeks, as a quiver of pleasure runs through my body at his closeness. And just as I'm sure he is going to kiss me... I feel myself falling to the ground. "You can sleep on the couch!" I hear him yell as my butt hits the floor.
I guess I was practically out of my seat in anxiety, that he was able to just pull it right from under me, leaving me to fall like a ton of bricks.
"You jerk!" I laugh some in embarrassment, lifting my butt up some off the floor to rub it.
I look up to Gene, and see him at the doorway, sticking his tongue out at me before he takes off running.
I go on to get up, still rubbing my rear end. But once I walk over to the door, and peer into the dark, empty hallway, a different mood seems to dawn upon me.
/ "Gene!" I called his name as I wandered the hallways. "Gene! It's Jim! Where are you?"
The place was dark that day... But it wasn't here, was it? Somewhere else...
It was messy, torn apart- the walls crumbling, and the whole place smelling of smoke and alcohol. Gene's place was always like that then. But that day, it seemed more apparent. More cold. Unfamiliar even.
That day? What day was that?
I remember being scared when I came. When nobody answered the door. That Fred was right.
About what?
"Gene?" I peered into his room, and saw him sitting on the bed, hunched over with his hands over his eyes. I was surprised to see him like that, but I was happy to see him nonetheless. "Gene!" I ran over to him, happily. "I knew you wouldn't leave me. I knew Fred was just trying to keep you away from me!"
Why would Fred want to keep me away? Did he want me to himself?
I jumped onto the bed, and hugged him. Only, after a while, he still wasn't hugging back. And in replace of his hands over his eyes, was his hair.
"Gene?" I whispered, afraid at his silence. I could see tears streaming down his cheeks. "What's wrong?"/
"What's wrong?"
I suddenly realize Gene is standing right in front of me, and I almost jump.
"Eh!" I back up a little, running my back into the wall, and I look at Gene again, who smiles.
"You fall asleep standing up?" He asks, bringing himself closer to me, his head tilted down to look at me closer, with level eyes.
I shake my head, and put the palms of my hand against the wall, as he begins to approach me once more. I'm guessing he likes the fact that I can't seem to stop him, when he gets this close to me. That I enjoy it, as much as I try not to show it.
"Are you sleepy?" He whispers, as if the question was something sensual, sending a small shiver through my ears and down my back.
"A little.." I try to smile some, hoping in a way that he will back away some and let me breathe.
He doesn't speak as he brings his face close to mine. I watch his eyes as they search my pink cheeks, and shaking lips. I see his own lips curve some in satisfaction, being able to control me like this.
I close my eyes before I see him start to bring his lips to mine..
And after a moment of dark silence, with nothing happening, I decide to open my eyes a crack.
I look at Gene's face now, it's looking at my face again. But this time more inquisitive than before, and less controlling.
"You look so much like Jim.." he says, making me tense up even more at hearing this.
"Oh.. yeah? I get that a lot." I respond, with a, goofy, I'm sure, smile on my face.
"You're his cousin?" He asks, and I nod. "So why was Jim living on the streets when I found him?"
"You found him?" I ask a question to his question, although I already know the answer.
"Yeah, when he was just a little kid. Barely old enough to tie his shoes." He says, backing from me some- and talking to me almost accusingly. "He had nobody. And I took him in."
"Look." I say, my smile long faded, and face taken offense. "It's not like I threw Jim out onto the street. I never even knew I had a cousin, until just recently! I met him when.. I, I was trying to get a job at Fred's... And when I saw him... I -We looked so much alike, and when he told me his last name."
"Are you sure you're not his sister?" Gene asks, sounding skeptical.
"I never had any brothers or sisters." I say, rather slowly as I begin to think of some lie I can tell. "..After my parents died when I was 8, I was put under adoption. I kept my last name, and I guess it was only coincidence that Jim and I were able to meet." Gene is still staring at me, as if I'm guilty of some crime. "Gene. What are you trying to accuse me of?" I ask with a strong voice.
"I just wonder why you never showed you're face up before..." he says before turning his back to me and shrugging some. "Jim's a good kid. He didn't deserve what he went through when he was so young."
"I know..." I say under my breath, not knowing what else to say except: "But I'm sure he's glad that you came into his life."
With this, Gene turns around. And I almost smile to confide, that is, until I see the solemn look on his face.
"You have no idea, do you?" is the last thing he says to me, before leaving to go into his room.
And I can't help but feel I really don't.
*
"Morning, sunshine." I hear a cheerful voice, and feel my cheek being pinched.
I groan some, as I hit Gene's hand away.
"Go away.." I whine, as I turn over on the bed.
The bed?
I then quickly sit up, and look around.
"How did I get in here?" I ask, looking at Gene now, who is sitting beside me on his bed.
"You mean you don't remember?" He asks, making a worried face. "We had a couple drinks last night, and then made mad love!"
I punch him in the arm, and he laughs some.
"Quit it." I say, with a serious voice. But I can't help but be glad that he is joking around with me again, after the weird moment last night.
Gene rubs his arm some as his smile fades a little.
"I moved you in here last night." He shrugs. "But don't worry. I slept on the couch!" He adds, raising his hands up for a moment.
I smile a little at his quick response and nod. "Thank you." I say sincerely.
"Yeah, well don't get use to it." He starts to say, more casual now "I only did it because I felt bad about last night... I. I didn't mean to put any blame on you. Just. I guess I was just mad because. –Oh I don't know! Let's just forget about it!"
Gene then jumps up from the bed. And I watch as he exits the room.
I begin to get up myself, pulling the sheets off of me, so I can follow him.
"I made breakfast, so you might not want to eat." I hear him yell from the kitchen, and I can't help but smile.
*
Why was this all coming back now? Or, rather, why so slow? Bits and pieces of memories that I can hardly clip together have been lingering in my mind.
What had Gene meant when he said 'I had no idea'. I had no idea about what? Jim's life? My life?
I guess it wouldn't not make sense if he did say that. Even though I lived it. But, for some reason I thought it better not to ask Gene. I don't want him to get like he did the night before. The tenseness between us was unbearable. I was lucky he apologized to me this morning....
It seems only time will able to bring it all together.
"Hey, Jaime... You look like you're ready to take a break."
Gene's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I turn my head over my shoulder to look over at him.
"Did you get any work done?" I ask, my voice not expecting much.
"Yeah, of course." He responds, stretching in his chair.
I get up from my chair, and stand over Gene as he stretches.
"Of course meaning not really, right?" I ask playfully, as I poke either side of his ribs.
He lets out a little 'oof' before he turns out of his chair and grabs me. Causing me to laugh some as he pulls me back into his chair with him.
"You're so cute." He says through his nose as he gives me a noggie.
I laugh more as I push his hand away.
/ "Quit it Gene!"
"Quit what?" He pretends to be oblivious every time when he tickles me. "This?" He asked self-righteously, as he poked me in the side again.
I laughed more as I tried to grab his hands.
"Gene!" I cried out, with tears in my eyes.
He finally stopped when I was able to take no more.
"You still breathing?" He asked with a mischievous smile.
"No thanks to you!" I tackled him, with a smile on either of our faces. It was only until he wrestled me down, I calmed. "...Can I stay with you tonight, Gene? I hate it at Fred's."
"What's so bad about Fred's?" Gene asked, letting go of my arms, which allowed me to sit up.
"Fred." I said, making a face to Gene to confirm my hate for him.
"I'm sorry, kid. But I... I have things to do. You know that. If I'm going to be able to keep you, I gotta make some money." He explained. And I knew it hadn't been the first time he'd said it. "Once I save up enough, it'll be just you and me. Alright?"
"You promise?" I asked, with hopeful eyes.
"I promise." He said most genuinely. "Now, come on. We should go over to Fred's now. I can't stand to look at you a minute longer." He joked, giving me another reason to jump on him. Only this time, I hugged him.
"I love you, Gene." I smiled onto his shoulder.
"You too, squirt, you too." /
"So whaddaya say?" I look up at Gene, me being sprawled over his lap in his chair. "Wanna get out of here?"
I look at Gene's face, and remember how I really did and still do love to see him.
I can't help to feel glad that I finally have the chance to be with the only person I've ever told I loved. Yeah, it had been a different kind of love then, but maybe it was more now.
All I know, is that all I need now, is to have his love in return.
"Yeah." I answer, nodding my head, putting my eyes to his. "Yeah I do."
To Be Continued.
A/N: Hey guys! ..Sorry for the kinda uneventful chapter.. but. It's a plot builder. So. You know.... Just, please keep the reviews-a-comin so I can keep the story-a-goin. I promise it'll get better soon enough.
***I might be changing my penname soon. It's a maybe. Think I should? Shouldn't? Don't really care? Tell me, if you'd like.
Adrienne D: I'm glad you're still reading! And yeah. It was a major drag, not being able to post and all. Drag. Hah. ...Sorry. But yeah. Jim is just digging himself deeper. We'll see how Gene reacts soon enough, eh? And as for Derrick. Very good! We will be seeing more of him... unfortunately ;)
StormArrow And JadeViper: Thanks for pointing that out to me. I didn't even know I was not accepting anonymous reviews! I love to read all reviews, anonymous or not, so thanks for leaving one. Hope to hear from you again!
CTB: Hey, I like you a lot too! ( Thanks for your kind review. I hope that you'll keep reading.