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I am not profiting at all from this story.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Strawberri Shake- as said before, the SpRace is coming, I'm just writing it now. Unfortunately that is quite a few chapters ahead...
(Still Sunday)
~David's PoV~
My sister screaming and my father yelling woke me up last night. Now I'm sitting on the steps listening to the conversation circling the dinner table.
On one side are my dad—still in his work clothes—, and my mom—who is wearing her nightgown. On the other side is my sister—wearing her bed sheet wrapped like a toga, and I'm pretty sure nothing underneath—and Jack—wearing his boxers.
After I got over staring at Jack in his boxers I finally started to absorb what they were saying.
"What were you thinking?" My dad.
"I'm very disappointed in you Sarah." This time my mom.
"Listen sir, it's not—"cue Jack.
"I don't want to hear from you boy! If it weren't for you my daughter wouldn't have gone astray."
My sister doesn't say anything, she's just picking at a straying cuff of her bed sheet. What a coward, won't even stand up for her own boyfriend!
"Daddy, it's not Jack's fault. I love him." Shut up Sarah, proving me wrong like that.
"Don't let him hear you say that Sarah! What if he doesn't love you? I know about boys like him, only in it for the sex. Just wait until you forget about birth control or he forgets a condom!" Dad again.
"Daddy!" screamed Sarah, no doubt surprised that he'd talk about 'birth control' and 'condoms' in front of her boyfriend—well, soon to be ex- boyfriend (YES!!!).
"Actually sir, I do love Sarah. I'm willing to be put up against any obstacle to be with her." I cringed. Wrong answer Jack.........well for me. Right answer for my parents.
"Jack, I think that it's time for you to leave," my mom said calmly yet firmly.
My dad didn't say anything. I'm sure that he was as red as a tomato; something I would find funny was this not such a crucial moment in my love life.
Jack stood up and climbed out the window onto the fire escape, our most popular entrance and exit. He was still in his underwear. My mom shut the window behind him softly and pulled the curtains shut. Then she turned to Sarah.
"I want you to quit smoking immediately. No easing off, you're learning the hard way: cold turkey." She continued to babble, but I didn't hear because I'd grabbed Jack's clothes from Sarah's room and stole out the door.
I caught him before he hit the pavement.
"Brought your clothes." I held them out.
He stared at them for a minute and then, without a word, snatched them up and started to dress himself.
When he was done he turned wordlessly and trudged down the street. I didn't bother to call after him, this was probably the last time I'd ever see Jack F. Kelly-Sullivan.
A/n: poor, poor David. I guess this is where the 'star-crossed lovers' thing comes into play. In terms of Sarah and Jack, I mean. Want to see how it works out? Good! Review!
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Strawberri Shake- as said before, the SpRace is coming, I'm just writing it now. Unfortunately that is quite a few chapters ahead...
(Still Sunday)
~David's PoV~
My sister screaming and my father yelling woke me up last night. Now I'm sitting on the steps listening to the conversation circling the dinner table.
On one side are my dad—still in his work clothes—, and my mom—who is wearing her nightgown. On the other side is my sister—wearing her bed sheet wrapped like a toga, and I'm pretty sure nothing underneath—and Jack—wearing his boxers.
After I got over staring at Jack in his boxers I finally started to absorb what they were saying.
"What were you thinking?" My dad.
"I'm very disappointed in you Sarah." This time my mom.
"Listen sir, it's not—"cue Jack.
"I don't want to hear from you boy! If it weren't for you my daughter wouldn't have gone astray."
My sister doesn't say anything, she's just picking at a straying cuff of her bed sheet. What a coward, won't even stand up for her own boyfriend!
"Daddy, it's not Jack's fault. I love him." Shut up Sarah, proving me wrong like that.
"Don't let him hear you say that Sarah! What if he doesn't love you? I know about boys like him, only in it for the sex. Just wait until you forget about birth control or he forgets a condom!" Dad again.
"Daddy!" screamed Sarah, no doubt surprised that he'd talk about 'birth control' and 'condoms' in front of her boyfriend—well, soon to be ex- boyfriend (YES!!!).
"Actually sir, I do love Sarah. I'm willing to be put up against any obstacle to be with her." I cringed. Wrong answer Jack.........well for me. Right answer for my parents.
"Jack, I think that it's time for you to leave," my mom said calmly yet firmly.
My dad didn't say anything. I'm sure that he was as red as a tomato; something I would find funny was this not such a crucial moment in my love life.
Jack stood up and climbed out the window onto the fire escape, our most popular entrance and exit. He was still in his underwear. My mom shut the window behind him softly and pulled the curtains shut. Then she turned to Sarah.
"I want you to quit smoking immediately. No easing off, you're learning the hard way: cold turkey." She continued to babble, but I didn't hear because I'd grabbed Jack's clothes from Sarah's room and stole out the door.
I caught him before he hit the pavement.
"Brought your clothes." I held them out.
He stared at them for a minute and then, without a word, snatched them up and started to dress himself.
When he was done he turned wordlessly and trudged down the street. I didn't bother to call after him, this was probably the last time I'd ever see Jack F. Kelly-Sullivan.
A/n: poor, poor David. I guess this is where the 'star-crossed lovers' thing comes into play. In terms of Sarah and Jack, I mean. Want to see how it works out? Good! Review!