Sorry it took so long.
Rating:Still kinda PG13/ R ; I consider some of it it R because of the crude language towards the end, but chapter 9 will be much more R.
Warnings: angst, crude language, slash
Pairing: Will/Jack
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The Finest
Chapter 8
By LunaSeraph
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Looking out at the city early the next morning, I could see clouds in the distance. A rich mixture of color wavered in the east, where the sun would soon emerge. And a few stubborn stars remained, complementing the departing night sky. The city was silent. So much more silent than New York, which woke before the sun did. The bay could be seen; dormant cargo and navy ships rocking to and fro on the water. And in that moment, I wondered how so many things could coexist and be in harmony at one time.
I began to feel very afraid. All these years I knew Jack, and he knew me; but never before had I felt this desperate yearning. I looked back at him, his face still flushed from crying last night. I resumed my contemplation, gazing at the strange city and feeling very hopeless.
Taking my eyes off of the horizon, I walked over to my suitcase to get dressed. Once again, I had to tend to my duties that awaited me. My client would take up most of the day, but I hoped the evening would be free, so I could go to Hillcrest with my friend. I still held doubt, as to how I was able to just forget things and move along; like last night.
I was much too confused, much too rational to destroy the friendship I had with him...
Or had I already destroyed it?
Jack wasn't helping me.
I began to grow angry. If Jack wanted me so much, why evade? Why hide? He was lonely. I was lonely. He said he wouldn't care...he offered so much, just to ease his anxiety. It made me furious. Jack was so willing to give everything up, just to satisfy his own yearnings. He was always selfish. I should have just fucked him and been done with it.
But then again, my rational side...was the side that left me and almost allowed me to be tempted the night before...
I still can't understand it.
My emotions were running rampant, showing themselves when they saw fit. Instinct overpowered ration, and ration chased away whatever was trying to surface.
What was trying to surface...?
Jack stirred in his sleep...
Jack.
I would have to comtemplate my feelings another time. I put on my blazer and buttoned it up.
My friend turned on his side, facing me. Slowly, he opened his eyes, gave me an impassive look and closed them again.
"...would you close the blinds...?" he uttered sleepily.
I ignored his request and picked up my things. I was about to head out the door...
"are you leaving again...?" he asked, not looking at me. His voice was so...calm. I had been angry before. But as I looked back at him, the feeling abated. I halted in the doorway.
"Yea." I replied. "But I'll be back."
His eyes were so hard to read. It was difficult to stare at Jack when he was like that...So indifferent.
"I'll be back before dark, and we'll go to Hillcrest together, I promise." I looked at him earnestly. "Just, don't leave the room ok?"
He didn't answer me. But I left anyway. I had a schedule.
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In the car, I was thinking about how beautiful the city was, and how different the feeling was. The people were laid back, and the ocean air blew in from the west. It was a soothing place. But it wasn't home. In fact, if you looked deeper, the city had the most darkest side. Just like Mexico. You look at commercials, and thats how you picture things; all bright and festive. However, I was smart enough, to know; things aren't always going to be like you want them...
I wanted a lot of things. I wanted someone loyal by my side. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted. I wanted a bond with someone, the finest bond that would stand the test of time. Now, I felt selfish...because I knew Jack wanted these things too, and he wanted to be with me. Even after everything I had done to him. I wasn't being fair to him...
And I left him alone in the hotel room.
I got out of the car at the courthouse, and stood in front of it. The day was beginning. I closed my eyes and tried to quell the feelings in my chest. I couldn't let it affect my work.
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Hours later, I sat at a desk, going over countless papers and explaining things to my client. It was an arduously dreadful day. Already I could see the California sun descending in the pink and orange sky. I was supposed to be back at the hotel room already. But complications arose and my client kept me longer than I thought.
As he went to talk to some of his other lawyers, I sat back and gazed out the window. Dark clouds were lingering on the horizon. They would approach soon enough.
"Truman, could you take another look at these documents?" One of his attorneys beckoned. I made a guttural sound, but got up to help out.
The sun was setting.
Another couple of hours later, I became impatient with my client. His demands were far too much. He had six attorneys at hand, and yet he insisted that I be there.
It was becoming late. And a feeling of dread began to creep into me. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was ten o'clock. Far too late to keep my promise with Jack.
Jack. Would he be upset with me? I sat in front of my client's desk, completely forgetting the assignment I was given. I had to return to the room.
Something was worrying me...
I hastened my way out of the building and across the street towards the parking lot. Getting inside the rental, I started it and then looked to the sky.
The clouds were hovering...where was this storm coming from?
Once I reached the hotel, I raced inside and boarded the elevator. It was the longest elevator ride ever. Finally it reached the eighteenth floor. In a jog I made my way down the corridor and to my hotel room.
I slid my card-key and opened the door. The lights were not on.
"Jack?" I called into the blackened room. I thought he was asleep, so I quietly stepped inside. Again a dark feeling grew in my chest...
"Jack?" I called again. There was no answer. I flipped on the light and looked around. The room was empty and the beds were made. I looked in the bathroom, the closet, the eating area...nothing. I looked under Jack's bed...his things were gone.
Filled with panic, I hurried out of the room and towards the elevator. It would take too long to wait for it, so I raced down the stairs. As soon as I reached the bottom I darted out a door and into the kitchen, where I slammed into that prick, Gabriel.
The plates he had been carrying went everywhere, shattering and causing the kitchen staff to freeze. But they went back to their work as soon as Gabriel began picking up the mess.
"That's the second time, since you've been here..." he raised his eyebrows and then looked at me strangely as I began to leave. "You looking for something?"
"Its none of your business." I muttered and was about to exit.
"I saw Jack earlier..." he said placidly, retrieving the broken pieces on the ground with a broom.
"What about Jack?" I paused.
"He was leaving with his bag. He looked pretty lost to me. I said hi and offered to help him out, but he just ignored me and left..." he said casually, emptying the dustpan.
"He didn't tell you where he was going?"
"Nope."
I looked at him and frowned. I had to find Jack.
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He couldn't get far...he only had a hundred bucks on him, at most. And his plane ticket was in MY briefcase. Where could he have run off to? I kept hoping he wouldn't do anything stupid.
I got into the car and hurriedly made my way out of the hotel parking lot. Driving around the downtown area, I looked around, at the people, at the bus stations, at anything...
I went into Lindbergh field and asked about Jack in there. I went to the edge of the inner city area, just looking. I began feeling hopeless. Everytime I dialed his phone, it would just ring. It was already close to midnight...
I was running out of gasoline, so I stopped to refill the tank. As I was paying, my cell phone went off. My heart leapt in my chest and I quickly answered it.
"Hello?"
"...Will."
"Jack! Jack, where are you?!" I asked frantically. He made a strange sound and whimpered on the other end. I began to get scared. "Jack!"
"...i dont know where I am!" he whined and gasped.
"Jack, Jack what's wrong?" I heard some other voices in the backround. They were calling to Jack. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but Jack was not reacting to their words in a good way.
"Will?"
"Im here Jack...where are you?!"
"I dont know."
"Look around you. Look at the street name...do you see it? What is it?"
There was a brief pause.
"El Cajon Boulevard" he said. I didn't understand him at first, he couldn't read Spanish very well. Many of the streets were Spanish words.
"El Cajon Blvd?!" I asked incredulously. "Where the-" I stopped, I didn't want to scare him, but it was hard, when I myself felt so frightened.
"Will..." he began, but was interrupted by someone in the backround.
The worker was done filling my tank, so I hopped inside the car and started it.
"Jack, just keep to yourself. Do you hear me? Do not draw attention to yourself..." I ordered him. But I could hear the men getting louder. Two were cursing in Spanish, another one in English. I kept driving but listened closely. "Jack what phone are you using?"
"...a payphone, Will hurry..." I didn't really know where El Cajon Blvd was, but I knew it was just outside of the downtown inner city area. I sped faster, listening to Jack's ragged breathing on the other end. Suddenly I heard a crashing sound.
"Jack?! what happened?! Jack!"
"...these guys are throwing beer bottles at the wall..."
"Beer bottles! Jack wh-how did you get there?!"
Jack's time on the phone ran out. I cursed and drove faster. He was in a dangerous place...I could feel it.
The rain began to fall.
I hit the switch above me, and the light in the car turned on. Glancing down at the map, I exited the highway and towards my destination. The rain was slamming on the window, I turned the windshield wipers on and squinted. Where was the storm coming from?
Suddenly my cell phone went off again.
"Jack! Are you okay?" I hollered into the phone.
"I-Will, I didn't do any-," he stammered, apparently crying. "I didn't do anything wrong! He just threw me out of the cab, I didn't do anything, and I-I dont know where I am-Its raining!" he gasped.
"Jack, stop. Calm down. Look around you again, are you next to a gas station or a restaurant or something?" I pulled onto the street. It was a long strip with auto shops, bars and restaurants. There was a brief pause again.
"..Im in an alley next to a bar...there's a gas station,"
"What gas station is it?"
"76..." The phone went out again.
After a few minutes of driving I came across a 76, and sighed. Parking the car in the lot, I looked out the window.The rain was pounding outside, I put my coat on and exited. It was pretty barren. Only half of the lights at the station worked, and a timid lady was at the register.
Looking around, I crossed the lot and made my way towards the alley. A filthy looking bar neighbored the station, and two men were outside, leaning against the wall with beers in their hands. I looked to my left, there was the payphone, but Jack was no where to be found.
"Your little faggot friend went that way," One of the men said, and took a swig of his beer. I frowned to myself and cautiously began to make my way down the alley.
It was dark. I had been in alleys in New York. But somehow, that alley was much more ominous. I was proceeding carefully when I noticed something on the ground. It was Jack's cellphone. Picking it up, I kept walking, finding a few different things of Jack's along the way. I broke into a run, until finally I came to the end of the way. I noticed Jack sitting up against the wall, trying to stay out of the rain.
"Jack." I looked down at him. Beside him was his bag, a bit open. I put his things back inside, and closed the bag. I crouched down and grabbed his hand, forcing him to stand.
"Im sorry." he said.
"Jack." I gritted. "What the hell happened?"
"I-"
"Didn't I tell you to stay in the hotel room?! Didn't I?!" I screamed, suddenly angered. He was probably crying. But if he was, the tears blended with the falling rain. "This is NOT the place to be getting lost! This is not the place to be running away!"
"I wasn't running away!" he suddenly screamed back. I wouldn't have it.
"Then where were you going, huh? Did you think you could actually find your away around this place, by yourself?!" I was so pissed off. That he would just walk away freely into danger in the most conservative city I'd ever seen, made me furious. "What the hell happened?!"
"I didn't do anything!" he began to wail. "I just wanted to see the beach! You didn't come back when you said you would! So I wanted to see the beaches! That's all I wanted to see."
"Well then, how'd you wind up HERE?!" I bellowed.
"I called a cab-and I told him I wanted to see the beach at the island. He was taking me to the wrong beach, so I touched his arm to get his attention and corrected him. I didn't do anything else! I just pointed at the map and smiled and he got mad. he went off the highway and told me to get out of the car...or he'd call the police...I didn't do anything wrong!" He cried. I instantly felt ashamed for yelling at him.
"Jack." I said gently and drew him into my arms. He shivered and buried his face into my coat. "You didn't do anything wrong."
I just held him close.
"...I thought you said it never rained here..." he looked up at me sadly.
"Well, nothing's going to be the way you expect it to be..." I said.
"You've been saying that a lot lately." he moaned into my coat. Sighing, I took off my coat and covered him with it. Taking his bag, I lead him down the alleyway. We walked past the phonebooth and then drunken men outside the bar.
"Adonde vas maricon?!" one of them shouted at Jack, and hurled an empty bottle at the wall beside the phonebooth. I shielded Jack, and kept walking.
As we neared the parking lot, Jack turned to me.
"What does 'maricon' mean, Will?"
"Nothing, just forget it." I soothed him. "Did you say anything to them?" I asked him as I pulled out my car keys.
"I asked one of them where the trolley was..." he murmured and clutched the jacket around him. I sighed as he looked at the ground. "I wanna go home."
"I know you do." I said and smiled gently. "But there are things we have to take care of...here." I stroked the side of his face. Beneath the rain, with all the sadness in his eyes, I began to realize where all my feelings for him originated. And I began to remember. I remembered his eyes, the night I had hurt him in his apartment. I remembered what I told him in the garden yesterday, and what I couldn't tell him last night when I would not touch him. What I couldn't tell myself...all this time.
"I want to be with you too..." I whispered against his lips. He shivered against me. I wasn't sure if it was me or the rain, that made him shake so fiercely.
Just then, a bottle crashed onto the hood of the car. I jumped and looked up. The three men stood some distance away, cursing at us in both languages. One of them came closer. I put Jack behind me and glowered at the drunkard.
"Get the fuck out of here, maricon!" he shouted, intoxicated beyond belief. I opened Jack's car door and shoved him inside. I hastened to my side of the car, got inside and got my friend and I out of there.
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TsuDzuKu...
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Chap 9 coming soon!
Rating:Still kinda PG13/ R ; I consider some of it it R because of the crude language towards the end, but chapter 9 will be much more R.
Warnings: angst, crude language, slash
Pairing: Will/Jack
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The Finest
Chapter 8
By LunaSeraph
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Looking out at the city early the next morning, I could see clouds in the distance. A rich mixture of color wavered in the east, where the sun would soon emerge. And a few stubborn stars remained, complementing the departing night sky. The city was silent. So much more silent than New York, which woke before the sun did. The bay could be seen; dormant cargo and navy ships rocking to and fro on the water. And in that moment, I wondered how so many things could coexist and be in harmony at one time.
I began to feel very afraid. All these years I knew Jack, and he knew me; but never before had I felt this desperate yearning. I looked back at him, his face still flushed from crying last night. I resumed my contemplation, gazing at the strange city and feeling very hopeless.
Taking my eyes off of the horizon, I walked over to my suitcase to get dressed. Once again, I had to tend to my duties that awaited me. My client would take up most of the day, but I hoped the evening would be free, so I could go to Hillcrest with my friend. I still held doubt, as to how I was able to just forget things and move along; like last night.
I was much too confused, much too rational to destroy the friendship I had with him...
Or had I already destroyed it?
Jack wasn't helping me.
I began to grow angry. If Jack wanted me so much, why evade? Why hide? He was lonely. I was lonely. He said he wouldn't care...he offered so much, just to ease his anxiety. It made me furious. Jack was so willing to give everything up, just to satisfy his own yearnings. He was always selfish. I should have just fucked him and been done with it.
But then again, my rational side...was the side that left me and almost allowed me to be tempted the night before...
I still can't understand it.
My emotions were running rampant, showing themselves when they saw fit. Instinct overpowered ration, and ration chased away whatever was trying to surface.
What was trying to surface...?
Jack stirred in his sleep...
Jack.
I would have to comtemplate my feelings another time. I put on my blazer and buttoned it up.
My friend turned on his side, facing me. Slowly, he opened his eyes, gave me an impassive look and closed them again.
"...would you close the blinds...?" he uttered sleepily.
I ignored his request and picked up my things. I was about to head out the door...
"are you leaving again...?" he asked, not looking at me. His voice was so...calm. I had been angry before. But as I looked back at him, the feeling abated. I halted in the doorway.
"Yea." I replied. "But I'll be back."
His eyes were so hard to read. It was difficult to stare at Jack when he was like that...So indifferent.
"I'll be back before dark, and we'll go to Hillcrest together, I promise." I looked at him earnestly. "Just, don't leave the room ok?"
He didn't answer me. But I left anyway. I had a schedule.
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In the car, I was thinking about how beautiful the city was, and how different the feeling was. The people were laid back, and the ocean air blew in from the west. It was a soothing place. But it wasn't home. In fact, if you looked deeper, the city had the most darkest side. Just like Mexico. You look at commercials, and thats how you picture things; all bright and festive. However, I was smart enough, to know; things aren't always going to be like you want them...
I wanted a lot of things. I wanted someone loyal by my side. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted. I wanted a bond with someone, the finest bond that would stand the test of time. Now, I felt selfish...because I knew Jack wanted these things too, and he wanted to be with me. Even after everything I had done to him. I wasn't being fair to him...
And I left him alone in the hotel room.
I got out of the car at the courthouse, and stood in front of it. The day was beginning. I closed my eyes and tried to quell the feelings in my chest. I couldn't let it affect my work.
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Hours later, I sat at a desk, going over countless papers and explaining things to my client. It was an arduously dreadful day. Already I could see the California sun descending in the pink and orange sky. I was supposed to be back at the hotel room already. But complications arose and my client kept me longer than I thought.
As he went to talk to some of his other lawyers, I sat back and gazed out the window. Dark clouds were lingering on the horizon. They would approach soon enough.
"Truman, could you take another look at these documents?" One of his attorneys beckoned. I made a guttural sound, but got up to help out.
The sun was setting.
Another couple of hours later, I became impatient with my client. His demands were far too much. He had six attorneys at hand, and yet he insisted that I be there.
It was becoming late. And a feeling of dread began to creep into me. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was ten o'clock. Far too late to keep my promise with Jack.
Jack. Would he be upset with me? I sat in front of my client's desk, completely forgetting the assignment I was given. I had to return to the room.
Something was worrying me...
I hastened my way out of the building and across the street towards the parking lot. Getting inside the rental, I started it and then looked to the sky.
The clouds were hovering...where was this storm coming from?
Once I reached the hotel, I raced inside and boarded the elevator. It was the longest elevator ride ever. Finally it reached the eighteenth floor. In a jog I made my way down the corridor and to my hotel room.
I slid my card-key and opened the door. The lights were not on.
"Jack?" I called into the blackened room. I thought he was asleep, so I quietly stepped inside. Again a dark feeling grew in my chest...
"Jack?" I called again. There was no answer. I flipped on the light and looked around. The room was empty and the beds were made. I looked in the bathroom, the closet, the eating area...nothing. I looked under Jack's bed...his things were gone.
Filled with panic, I hurried out of the room and towards the elevator. It would take too long to wait for it, so I raced down the stairs. As soon as I reached the bottom I darted out a door and into the kitchen, where I slammed into that prick, Gabriel.
The plates he had been carrying went everywhere, shattering and causing the kitchen staff to freeze. But they went back to their work as soon as Gabriel began picking up the mess.
"That's the second time, since you've been here..." he raised his eyebrows and then looked at me strangely as I began to leave. "You looking for something?"
"Its none of your business." I muttered and was about to exit.
"I saw Jack earlier..." he said placidly, retrieving the broken pieces on the ground with a broom.
"What about Jack?" I paused.
"He was leaving with his bag. He looked pretty lost to me. I said hi and offered to help him out, but he just ignored me and left..." he said casually, emptying the dustpan.
"He didn't tell you where he was going?"
"Nope."
I looked at him and frowned. I had to find Jack.
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He couldn't get far...he only had a hundred bucks on him, at most. And his plane ticket was in MY briefcase. Where could he have run off to? I kept hoping he wouldn't do anything stupid.
I got into the car and hurriedly made my way out of the hotel parking lot. Driving around the downtown area, I looked around, at the people, at the bus stations, at anything...
I went into Lindbergh field and asked about Jack in there. I went to the edge of the inner city area, just looking. I began feeling hopeless. Everytime I dialed his phone, it would just ring. It was already close to midnight...
I was running out of gasoline, so I stopped to refill the tank. As I was paying, my cell phone went off. My heart leapt in my chest and I quickly answered it.
"Hello?"
"...Will."
"Jack! Jack, where are you?!" I asked frantically. He made a strange sound and whimpered on the other end. I began to get scared. "Jack!"
"...i dont know where I am!" he whined and gasped.
"Jack, Jack what's wrong?" I heard some other voices in the backround. They were calling to Jack. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but Jack was not reacting to their words in a good way.
"Will?"
"Im here Jack...where are you?!"
"I dont know."
"Look around you. Look at the street name...do you see it? What is it?"
There was a brief pause.
"El Cajon Boulevard" he said. I didn't understand him at first, he couldn't read Spanish very well. Many of the streets were Spanish words.
"El Cajon Blvd?!" I asked incredulously. "Where the-" I stopped, I didn't want to scare him, but it was hard, when I myself felt so frightened.
"Will..." he began, but was interrupted by someone in the backround.
The worker was done filling my tank, so I hopped inside the car and started it.
"Jack, just keep to yourself. Do you hear me? Do not draw attention to yourself..." I ordered him. But I could hear the men getting louder. Two were cursing in Spanish, another one in English. I kept driving but listened closely. "Jack what phone are you using?"
"...a payphone, Will hurry..." I didn't really know where El Cajon Blvd was, but I knew it was just outside of the downtown inner city area. I sped faster, listening to Jack's ragged breathing on the other end. Suddenly I heard a crashing sound.
"Jack?! what happened?! Jack!"
"...these guys are throwing beer bottles at the wall..."
"Beer bottles! Jack wh-how did you get there?!"
Jack's time on the phone ran out. I cursed and drove faster. He was in a dangerous place...I could feel it.
The rain began to fall.
I hit the switch above me, and the light in the car turned on. Glancing down at the map, I exited the highway and towards my destination. The rain was slamming on the window, I turned the windshield wipers on and squinted. Where was the storm coming from?
Suddenly my cell phone went off again.
"Jack! Are you okay?" I hollered into the phone.
"I-Will, I didn't do any-," he stammered, apparently crying. "I didn't do anything wrong! He just threw me out of the cab, I didn't do anything, and I-I dont know where I am-Its raining!" he gasped.
"Jack, stop. Calm down. Look around you again, are you next to a gas station or a restaurant or something?" I pulled onto the street. It was a long strip with auto shops, bars and restaurants. There was a brief pause again.
"..Im in an alley next to a bar...there's a gas station,"
"What gas station is it?"
"76..." The phone went out again.
After a few minutes of driving I came across a 76, and sighed. Parking the car in the lot, I looked out the window.The rain was pounding outside, I put my coat on and exited. It was pretty barren. Only half of the lights at the station worked, and a timid lady was at the register.
Looking around, I crossed the lot and made my way towards the alley. A filthy looking bar neighbored the station, and two men were outside, leaning against the wall with beers in their hands. I looked to my left, there was the payphone, but Jack was no where to be found.
"Your little faggot friend went that way," One of the men said, and took a swig of his beer. I frowned to myself and cautiously began to make my way down the alley.
It was dark. I had been in alleys in New York. But somehow, that alley was much more ominous. I was proceeding carefully when I noticed something on the ground. It was Jack's cellphone. Picking it up, I kept walking, finding a few different things of Jack's along the way. I broke into a run, until finally I came to the end of the way. I noticed Jack sitting up against the wall, trying to stay out of the rain.
"Jack." I looked down at him. Beside him was his bag, a bit open. I put his things back inside, and closed the bag. I crouched down and grabbed his hand, forcing him to stand.
"Im sorry." he said.
"Jack." I gritted. "What the hell happened?"
"I-"
"Didn't I tell you to stay in the hotel room?! Didn't I?!" I screamed, suddenly angered. He was probably crying. But if he was, the tears blended with the falling rain. "This is NOT the place to be getting lost! This is not the place to be running away!"
"I wasn't running away!" he suddenly screamed back. I wouldn't have it.
"Then where were you going, huh? Did you think you could actually find your away around this place, by yourself?!" I was so pissed off. That he would just walk away freely into danger in the most conservative city I'd ever seen, made me furious. "What the hell happened?!"
"I didn't do anything!" he began to wail. "I just wanted to see the beach! You didn't come back when you said you would! So I wanted to see the beaches! That's all I wanted to see."
"Well then, how'd you wind up HERE?!" I bellowed.
"I called a cab-and I told him I wanted to see the beach at the island. He was taking me to the wrong beach, so I touched his arm to get his attention and corrected him. I didn't do anything else! I just pointed at the map and smiled and he got mad. he went off the highway and told me to get out of the car...or he'd call the police...I didn't do anything wrong!" He cried. I instantly felt ashamed for yelling at him.
"Jack." I said gently and drew him into my arms. He shivered and buried his face into my coat. "You didn't do anything wrong."
I just held him close.
"...I thought you said it never rained here..." he looked up at me sadly.
"Well, nothing's going to be the way you expect it to be..." I said.
"You've been saying that a lot lately." he moaned into my coat. Sighing, I took off my coat and covered him with it. Taking his bag, I lead him down the alleyway. We walked past the phonebooth and then drunken men outside the bar.
"Adonde vas maricon?!" one of them shouted at Jack, and hurled an empty bottle at the wall beside the phonebooth. I shielded Jack, and kept walking.
As we neared the parking lot, Jack turned to me.
"What does 'maricon' mean, Will?"
"Nothing, just forget it." I soothed him. "Did you say anything to them?" I asked him as I pulled out my car keys.
"I asked one of them where the trolley was..." he murmured and clutched the jacket around him. I sighed as he looked at the ground. "I wanna go home."
"I know you do." I said and smiled gently. "But there are things we have to take care of...here." I stroked the side of his face. Beneath the rain, with all the sadness in his eyes, I began to realize where all my feelings for him originated. And I began to remember. I remembered his eyes, the night I had hurt him in his apartment. I remembered what I told him in the garden yesterday, and what I couldn't tell him last night when I would not touch him. What I couldn't tell myself...all this time.
"I want to be with you too..." I whispered against his lips. He shivered against me. I wasn't sure if it was me or the rain, that made him shake so fiercely.
Just then, a bottle crashed onto the hood of the car. I jumped and looked up. The three men stood some distance away, cursing at us in both languages. One of them came closer. I put Jack behind me and glowered at the drunkard.
"Get the fuck out of here, maricon!" he shouted, intoxicated beyond belief. I opened Jack's car door and shoved him inside. I hastened to my side of the car, got inside and got my friend and I out of there.
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TsuDzuKu...
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Chap 9 coming soon!