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Rose Angelz- I can't say sorry enough for now updating fast enough. I've taken on too many fics. I guess I just have too many ideas in my head. Dang my thoughts! Again, thank you for your help on the bold, underline, etc. It just makes me feel better about my writing.
Argentinean Beauty- Thanks for your review! Very motivating. Just wish I wasn't too lazy to update for you!
Hex of the Unseelie- Thank you so much! Yes, this chapter can be dedicated to you. Wow, that ISS was a long time ago, wasn't it? LOL Just shows how slowly I update.
Hell on Hooves- I don't really like Gavin either. He bugs me. Is it okay to be bugged by your own character? Sorry this took so long!
Riddle me That- Sorry I didn't update for, like, ever! It's summer now, so I hope I can update more for all of you. I feel totally awful.
Cecile Li- Yea! Another I'd Love You to Want Me fan! I love that story! Well, I didn't mean for Will to be OOC, but I guess he is, kind of. I haven't watched the movie in so long! Gosh, I feel stupid. I should watch it.
Chole Luralight- Thank you so much! The chapter, not the story. What kind of story would this be if it ended right there? I'd hate that! Much more to come, I promise. Thank you again!
A/N- All right. I realize I haven't updated this in over five months, but please forgive me! I've been really busy. I was on the school Forensics team and then did the musical, so that's taken up a lot of my time. I placed third at state Forensics and the musical was a hit if that makes some of you stop staring daggers at me. cowers Please forgive me. I understand that some of you have probably forgotten a lot of the plot. I even had to go back and re-read a lot of it. Reading the first chapter will probably jog a lot of your memories, so please do if you forgot! All right, on with the story!
Chapter dedicated to Hex of the Unseelie
Detentions suck, don't they?
Chapter 7- Cathy's Apartment
Will POV
I feel out of the chair when the door closed. Rubbing my head, I picked up my hat and stood. I must have fallen asleep after Jack did, thinking about my predicament. I loved Elizabeth, and she loved me. Cathy still loved me, and I wasn't sure what I felt for her. I looked up to see Cathy, looking down at me, eyes wide and her hand covering her mouth.
"Sorry," she whispered. "I didn't realize you were asleep. Are you okay?"
"Yes," I said, jamming my hat onto my head. "I'm fine. Jack on the other hand..."
We both looked over to Jack, who was lying on the mattress, curled up into a ball with his thumb in his mouth. His hat was clutched to his chest like a child holds a favorite toy.
"He's truly a child at heart," Cathy said, smiling. She placed the bag she had been holding on a bare wooden table on the far side of the room and took out a loaf of bread. After looking for a knife and finding none, she ripped one end off the loaf and offered it to me. I shook my head. She shrugged and popped it in her mouth. She rolled the rest of the loaf in a piece of brown paper.
"Any idea when he'll wake up?" she asked me once she finished chewing.
I shook my head. "He fell asleep almost as soon as we got here and that was about twenty minutes ago, so he will probably wake up at around eleven o'clock tomorrow morning. Give or take a few hours."
Cathy moved her hand to cover her mouth as she let out a small giggle. "He's really drunk, isn't he?"
"I'll put it this way, if I had that much rum, I'd be dead in a few hours. But Jack, unlike me, can hold so much rum it's a wonder his stomach doesn't expand."
Cathy laughed right out loud at this, not even trying to muffle her peels of laughter. Jack's eyes popped open and there was a small popping sound as his thumb came out of his mouth.
This sent Cathy into another round of giggles and I started laughing silently. To give Jack some peace I pulled Cathy into my chest, trying to calm her down as well as muffle her outrageously loud laughter.
"'Ello chums," Jack said, sitting up. He blinked a few times to clear his vision. I could only imagine the headache he must have had. He looked at us quizzically. "If you two are going to ge' it on, don' mind me, I'll be ou' again in'na second."
I looked down at Cathy, whose head just reached my chin. She was looking up at me, blushing. I dropped my hold on her back and took a step back. We both looked down, as if the meaning of life was hidden in the swirls of the wooden floor. There was a thud from Jack falling back onto his mattress that made us both look up. Jack had indeed passed out yet again and his thumb was back in his mouth. After a few moments in which we discovered that the meaning of life was not engraved on the floor of Cathy's apartment, I looked up at her. She was staring at Jack.
"To believe that he can keep his composure while that drunk is amazing. Wonder if it's really that hard. Drink?"
I shrugged. "Why not?"
Cathy walked to a small cabinet and opened it to pull out a bottle of rum and two chipped mugs. She placed them on her small table and proceeded to fill them. I sat down on the bed, because there was only one chair at the table. It was her house, she should get the chair. After Cathy had filled the mugs, she brought hers and mine over to me and sat down next to me on the bed. I sniffed the rum before tasting it, an old habit. Nothing smelled unusual, so I took a sip and swallowed.
"What do you think?" Cathy asked me. She had not yet taken a drink and was looking at me with interest.
"Good. Surprisingly good. Where did you get it?"
"My father's brew. He used to own a pub in a town north of here. You remember when we went to his funeral?" I nodded. "That's where I grew up. But it was more of a second home to the pub. I knew that place like I know my own name. The only thing I didn't know about it was my father's brew. When he died, my brother Jared and I split up what was left of the rum. I've still got five bottles left, but then it's gone forever."
I suddenly felt guilty for drinking any of Cathy's father's brew. This was all she had left of him! I had met her father once, right after we started dating. He was a nice man. Cathy looked just like him.
"Cathy, I can't drink this. It's your memories I'm drinking, not just a great brew."
"Naw, drink it. I've got enough left. I haven't cracked open a bottle of this stuff in years. Watch out, makes you tipsy quick. Woops!" Seeming to prove her point, she fell off the bed, nearly landing on Jack. Her laughter was contagious and as I helped her up I nearly dropped the mug I was holding.
I pulled her up so that she was standing right in front of me, our chests practically touching. She looked beautiful, though it may have been the rum. I found myself leaning towards her, and her towards me.
"Will?" she whispered into my ear.
"Hm?"
"What about Elizabeth?"
"What about who?"
"Elizabeth, you're girlfriend."
"I don't know anyone named Elizabeth, luv."
"Will, you're acting like Jack. You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk. Perfectly sober."
"No Will, you're not. You're-"
I cut off her last sentence with a kiss.
A/N- Please leave dedication reasons. Hope you're having a nice summer! Later Dayz!
-TKF :-D
Rose Angelz- I can't say sorry enough for now updating fast enough. I've taken on too many fics. I guess I just have too many ideas in my head. Dang my thoughts! Again, thank you for your help on the bold, underline, etc. It just makes me feel better about my writing.
Argentinean Beauty- Thanks for your review! Very motivating. Just wish I wasn't too lazy to update for you!
Hex of the Unseelie- Thank you so much! Yes, this chapter can be dedicated to you. Wow, that ISS was a long time ago, wasn't it? LOL Just shows how slowly I update.
Hell on Hooves- I don't really like Gavin either. He bugs me. Is it okay to be bugged by your own character? Sorry this took so long!
Riddle me That- Sorry I didn't update for, like, ever! It's summer now, so I hope I can update more for all of you. I feel totally awful.
Cecile Li- Yea! Another I'd Love You to Want Me fan! I love that story! Well, I didn't mean for Will to be OOC, but I guess he is, kind of. I haven't watched the movie in so long! Gosh, I feel stupid. I should watch it.
Chole Luralight- Thank you so much! The chapter, not the story. What kind of story would this be if it ended right there? I'd hate that! Much more to come, I promise. Thank you again!
A/N- All right. I realize I haven't updated this in over five months, but please forgive me! I've been really busy. I was on the school Forensics team and then did the musical, so that's taken up a lot of my time. I placed third at state Forensics and the musical was a hit if that makes some of you stop staring daggers at me. cowers Please forgive me. I understand that some of you have probably forgotten a lot of the plot. I even had to go back and re-read a lot of it. Reading the first chapter will probably jog a lot of your memories, so please do if you forgot! All right, on with the story!
Detentions suck, don't they?
Chapter 7- Cathy's Apartment
Will POV
I feel out of the chair when the door closed. Rubbing my head, I picked up my hat and stood. I must have fallen asleep after Jack did, thinking about my predicament. I loved Elizabeth, and she loved me. Cathy still loved me, and I wasn't sure what I felt for her. I looked up to see Cathy, looking down at me, eyes wide and her hand covering her mouth.
"Sorry," she whispered. "I didn't realize you were asleep. Are you okay?"
"Yes," I said, jamming my hat onto my head. "I'm fine. Jack on the other hand..."
We both looked over to Jack, who was lying on the mattress, curled up into a ball with his thumb in his mouth. His hat was clutched to his chest like a child holds a favorite toy.
"He's truly a child at heart," Cathy said, smiling. She placed the bag she had been holding on a bare wooden table on the far side of the room and took out a loaf of bread. After looking for a knife and finding none, she ripped one end off the loaf and offered it to me. I shook my head. She shrugged and popped it in her mouth. She rolled the rest of the loaf in a piece of brown paper.
"Any idea when he'll wake up?" she asked me once she finished chewing.
I shook my head. "He fell asleep almost as soon as we got here and that was about twenty minutes ago, so he will probably wake up at around eleven o'clock tomorrow morning. Give or take a few hours."
Cathy moved her hand to cover her mouth as she let out a small giggle. "He's really drunk, isn't he?"
"I'll put it this way, if I had that much rum, I'd be dead in a few hours. But Jack, unlike me, can hold so much rum it's a wonder his stomach doesn't expand."
Cathy laughed right out loud at this, not even trying to muffle her peels of laughter. Jack's eyes popped open and there was a small popping sound as his thumb came out of his mouth.
This sent Cathy into another round of giggles and I started laughing silently. To give Jack some peace I pulled Cathy into my chest, trying to calm her down as well as muffle her outrageously loud laughter.
"'Ello chums," Jack said, sitting up. He blinked a few times to clear his vision. I could only imagine the headache he must have had. He looked at us quizzically. "If you two are going to ge' it on, don' mind me, I'll be ou' again in'na second."
I looked down at Cathy, whose head just reached my chin. She was looking up at me, blushing. I dropped my hold on her back and took a step back. We both looked down, as if the meaning of life was hidden in the swirls of the wooden floor. There was a thud from Jack falling back onto his mattress that made us both look up. Jack had indeed passed out yet again and his thumb was back in his mouth. After a few moments in which we discovered that the meaning of life was not engraved on the floor of Cathy's apartment, I looked up at her. She was staring at Jack.
"To believe that he can keep his composure while that drunk is amazing. Wonder if it's really that hard. Drink?"
I shrugged. "Why not?"
Cathy walked to a small cabinet and opened it to pull out a bottle of rum and two chipped mugs. She placed them on her small table and proceeded to fill them. I sat down on the bed, because there was only one chair at the table. It was her house, she should get the chair. After Cathy had filled the mugs, she brought hers and mine over to me and sat down next to me on the bed. I sniffed the rum before tasting it, an old habit. Nothing smelled unusual, so I took a sip and swallowed.
"What do you think?" Cathy asked me. She had not yet taken a drink and was looking at me with interest.
"Good. Surprisingly good. Where did you get it?"
"My father's brew. He used to own a pub in a town north of here. You remember when we went to his funeral?" I nodded. "That's where I grew up. But it was more of a second home to the pub. I knew that place like I know my own name. The only thing I didn't know about it was my father's brew. When he died, my brother Jared and I split up what was left of the rum. I've still got five bottles left, but then it's gone forever."
I suddenly felt guilty for drinking any of Cathy's father's brew. This was all she had left of him! I had met her father once, right after we started dating. He was a nice man. Cathy looked just like him.
"Cathy, I can't drink this. It's your memories I'm drinking, not just a great brew."
"Naw, drink it. I've got enough left. I haven't cracked open a bottle of this stuff in years. Watch out, makes you tipsy quick. Woops!" Seeming to prove her point, she fell off the bed, nearly landing on Jack. Her laughter was contagious and as I helped her up I nearly dropped the mug I was holding.
I pulled her up so that she was standing right in front of me, our chests practically touching. She looked beautiful, though it may have been the rum. I found myself leaning towards her, and her towards me.
"Will?" she whispered into my ear.
"Hm?"
"What about Elizabeth?"
"What about who?"
"Elizabeth, you're girlfriend."
"I don't know anyone named Elizabeth, luv."
"Will, you're acting like Jack. You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk. Perfectly sober."
"No Will, you're not. You're-"
I cut off her last sentence with a kiss.
A/N- Please leave dedication reasons. Hope you're having a nice summer! Later Dayz!
-TKF :-D