Misconception
Chapter 3
A/N: It's been a long time…
Trina: What?
A/N: It's kind of an odd coincidence…. I needed Skylark's help on this fic so soon after I helped with her story "Expecting the Worst." Which, by the way, you should go read. And review.
Trina: …
A/N: So, to sum up the ol' Author's Note for today, a big thank you to Skylark Starflower!! Thanks!!
And now, yet another story featuring Boot Hill. ^_^
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Something was brewing at the Maxwell house. Something that was festering, growing, and overcoming the mind of a certain young treasure hunter. The gang had decided to take a week off from drifting, and returned to their respective, neglected families. Jet obviously was unable to do so, and so his comrade-in-arms Virginia had invited him to stay at her family's extensively large home in Boot Hill. Most homes in the world of Filgaia were nothing more than one or two room shacks, and here stood a full size building, with two bedrooms, a balcony, kitchen and dining room, and a basement that was blocked off by barrels and crates. It was a rather easy decision for Jet to make, really.
"Stay alone and outside all week: Cold, dirty, lack of annoying teammates. Stay with Virginia's aunt and uncle: Warm, constant meals, running water, that unending uncertainty and mind-bending anxiety that I'm still feeling."
Okay, so maybe it wasn't too easy. Nevertheless, he chose the Maxwell house. Besides, if his fears were confirmed, then he'd have to be a man about it and stick around anyway. His pride was at stake, you know.
Now, without the other men in the group, there was less of a chance of Jet's anxieties to act up. However, before the group separated, Jet and Clive had a really long, in-depth conversation. Now the boy was more nervous than ever before.
As he sat in the guest room, a voice broke his concentration on his disarrayed thoughts. "Jet, me and Auntie Shalte are going shopping! You want anything?"
Okay, there's no evidence in that, right? Right?! He reflected for a moment before shouting back that he was all set, and that he didn't need anything. Or basically, "No."
There was a brief silence, and then he heard the front door open and close. He stood up and stared off for a while, and then plopped himself down on his bed and examined the ceiling.
There's no evidence…even though there are so many possibilities… What is she shopping for? Is she going to the pharmacy? Is the looking for a TEST!? No…
Maybe she's just buying new clothes…wait, she's not anticipating growing out of her regular wardrobe, is she?!
No… She'll probably just be looking for a new outfit to replace that dirty and torn one she always wears.
Then again…no…she would just knit those kinds of clothes anyway….!!!
Jet was surprised to find himself pacing around the room, and he quickly sat down in a nearby chair. "Just calm down, man….just calm down…"
He sat still for a minute, and then his fingers started to drum on his knee. Then his leg started moving. His eyes wandered the room. This continued for a few moments until he caught himself and remained still once again.
"I gotta get my mind off of this…" He got out of the chair and meandered over to the bookshelf. Picking up the first book he could find, he dusted off the cover and read the title.
Virginia Maxwell's Baby Book
Almost immediately he dropped the book and jumped backwards, banging his head against something. He turned to find a mobile spinning around from the impact. And he let loose a rather embarrassing scream of terror.
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About an hour later, Jet awoke to sounds of footsteps on the first floor. He picked himself up off the ground and went downstairs, hoping to clear his mind of the fretfulness.
Oh, they just went grocery shopping. He heaved a mental sigh of relief, and approached the kitchen table. As his hosts unloaded the bags, he took a gander inside one of them.
Chocolate-covered strawberries, pickles, ice cream...
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He grabbed one of the pickles and stared at it something fierce. Virginia noticed this, but just assumed that the vegetable was some sort of metaphor for life or memories or something, and resumed putting the groceries away.
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A/N: Well, it's short, but it's there. Maybe another chapter or two out of this, and this will be my first finished multi-chapter fic. Scary, eh? Anywho, I got the chocolate covered strawberries thing from another fic I read, only they were cherries in that one, and it's an Inuyasha story anyway. Go read it, it's Maiden of the Moon's Early December. Yeah. ^_^
CRRS:
Teefa85: Well, it doesn't matter if you spoil it or not. I think everyone knows by now anyway. ^_^ I just don't mention it in the fic because I want the ending to work out in a certain way.
Black Waltz 0: Yes, Jet torture is fun… ^_^ And beating the crap out of Gallows is entertaining as well. And the inclusion of Fujin in the review is always a plus!
Skylark Starflower: Thank you! Thank you! If you missed the A/N up top, let me reiterate: THANK YOU!! ^_^ Anywho, I'm not quite sure I understood what you were saying about a double standard…
Hypes: You have a sick mind. And that's awesome. Normal people are boring, anyway! ^_^ Anyway, that idea you had though…that'd be a great story. Think of the heartache! The yelling! The Oscar noms! Plus, Kate Winslett would be in it! (Yes, yes….Kate Winslett…Kaitlyn Winslett….I'm so dense! ^_^)
JayJay-Sawada: And once again, my extreme laziness and procrastination attacks. Sorry this took so long! ^_^
aya-yahiko: Well, whatever they're up to, the real question is; Is Jet right? Or is he just confused? Only time will tell! Mwa ha ha ha!! ^_^
That's all for now! See you space cowboy!
*cue Yoko Kanno music*