Warning: Rating for cursing, eventual slash and suicidal tendencies.
Disclaimer: I don't own the blah blah blah
Author's Note: All right, here's a crazy flashback scene which goes into a realization thingy yay...
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"Hey kid, watch out!"
Eleven year old Jack turned just in time for his face to make contact with a baseball.
"DAMN!" he shouted, grabbing his face as, much to his disgust and horror, tears began to fill his eyes. It wasn't fair. It wasn't FUCKING fair, he was having the worst day EVER. He KNEW Junior High would be a mistake...should've stayed in fifth grade...
Kids had been teasing him all day because he came to school wearing a cowboy boots, a cowboy hat and red bandana. Now they'd NEVER stop if they saw him crying...
He walked over to a wall, looking down at his shoes. He was trying to make the tears stop when a frubby hand came into his view and lifted his head slowly.
"Are you all right?" The ownrer of the hand spoke, a bit of an accent lingering on his words. Jack shrugged and sniffed, refusing to be teased. He would soak this guy if he tried...
"Oh, don't be embarrassed. That ball was goin' faster'n a monkey who had just spotted a llama."
Jack looked up, raising his eyebrows on such a strange comment. Chocoalte brown eyes, heavy with worry, dancing with laughter met his gray confused ones.
"My name's Gieuseppi," the boy said cheerfully, without giving Jack time to reply. "But my friends Denny and Rob call me Itey 'cause I still got my Italian accent like I call them Specs and Pie Eater 'cause Specs wears glasses and Pie Eater makes bread.
Jack just stared at Itey, who didn't seem to know how to take a breath.
"Cool boots. I'll call you Cowboy. 'Cause that's what you look like. Have you ever seen a western? Your lip looks like a sausage." Jack touched his tongue to his lip and cursed, tasting the blood and swelling. "It's cool though. Like you were fighting one of those asses. Or a man eating penguin. Does it hurt? You should get some ice..."
"Are ou always this annoying?" Jack finally managed to get out, his words slurring over his rapidly swelling lip.
"Is the pope a young jewish woman with a hidden agenda?" Itey said happily, as though Jack had given him a compliment.
Jack stared at Itey in disbelief. He had expected the psychotic Italian to leave him alone, but he wasn't budging. Neither his smile nor his voice had quivered.
"I don't know about the hidden agenda part, so it that a sometimes?" Jack hesitiantly managed to say. Itey's smile grew larger and he rubbed his nose- something Jack would later realize meanth he was pleased with an answer.
Itey introduced him to Specs and Pie Eater and the four had become inseperable, going to the same High School. The new experience didn't even change them, only adding Dutchy, Snitch, Mush, Skittery and Kid Blink to their happy band of lunatics.
Then college had come, causing a rift in their group. Dutchy, Kid Blink and Snitch went off to Philadelphia, Specs to California, Mush and Skitts to Boston while Jack, Itey and Pie Eater had stayed in New York. Onlly Jack went to Brooklyn College while Itey and Pie, who, by then, were in love, stayed together upstate in Albany.
Jack had lost contact with everybody except for Itey and occasionally Mush.though he found himself putting up walls of jealousy when Itey was around, even though they WERE best friends.
He HAD been with a lot of people- Sarah, Medda, Joseph, William and Jason- but none of them had compared to the way he had felt about Itey. The way he STILL felt about Itey, the way Itey never felt about him...
"-because turkies on the moon can NEVER survive."
"Huh?" Jack snapped back to the present. David smiled smugly.
"I knew you weren't listening. There's a pay phone over there you know..."
"Why hasn't he told me?"
"What?"
"I thought I was his best friend," Jack continued on as though he and David had been talking about this the entire time. "So why hasn't he called me?"
"Jack, he hasn't told ANYbody according to Pie Eater," David said, fingering his beer glass. "He hasn't called anybody and won't pick up his phone or anything. And when Pie talked to him last he...wasn't himself..."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Pie said that he sort of lost it..."
"Itey? Lose it?"
"Pretty bad...yelled and everything."
"I've got to see him," Jack said abruptly, getting up off of the stool, walking to the door.
"Going to try to rekindle something, are we?" David called, smiling from his stool.
"RE-kindle? There has to be something there first, doesn't there?" Jack stopped at the door, about to leave. "There has to be something there first...doesn't there..." Jack began walking back to the bar.
"Oh my GOD Jack!" David yelled as Jack took his seat again. "You blind LUNATIC! He DID like you BEFORE Pie, DURING Pie! Well, not liked as much as LOVED." Jack took his head out of his hands and stared at David, harldly moving.
"Breathe Jack."
"He used to love me?"
"Yes."
"At the same time I was-"
"Yes."
"And you-"
"Yes."
"And didn't-"
"No."
"Even though-"
"Yes."
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
"No you're not, Kloppman hates blood."
"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!"
"Itey told me not to! By the time I found out he was with Pie and he didn't want to hurt him."
"This is insane!" Jack yelled at the ceiling. "This is INSANE! I can't just go to him now."
"Why the hell not?" David asked, incredulous. "You've been complaining about him for the past THOUSAND years and now, helllllo you can have him! GO TO HIM!"
Jack couldn't explain it, couldn't even think it to himself. Why DIDN'T he want to go to Itey, now that he was free? What was holding him back, what did he WANT...
"Oh man...what am I going to do...?"
END CHAPTER THREE
Author's Note: Allllll righty kids, that's it for tonight. The "big finale" chapters'll take place tomorrow or the day after. Not sure. Well, read, review, please refrain from flaming...something which should've been said in the first chapter but I'm slow like that. There are MASSAGE spelling errors because its late and I should be in bed and had to rush.all right night
Alarice
Disclaimer: I don't own the blah blah blah
Author's Note: All right, here's a crazy flashback scene which goes into a realization thingy yay...
^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^! ^!^!^!^!^
"Hey kid, watch out!"
Eleven year old Jack turned just in time for his face to make contact with a baseball.
"DAMN!" he shouted, grabbing his face as, much to his disgust and horror, tears began to fill his eyes. It wasn't fair. It wasn't FUCKING fair, he was having the worst day EVER. He KNEW Junior High would be a mistake...should've stayed in fifth grade...
Kids had been teasing him all day because he came to school wearing a cowboy boots, a cowboy hat and red bandana. Now they'd NEVER stop if they saw him crying...
He walked over to a wall, looking down at his shoes. He was trying to make the tears stop when a frubby hand came into his view and lifted his head slowly.
"Are you all right?" The ownrer of the hand spoke, a bit of an accent lingering on his words. Jack shrugged and sniffed, refusing to be teased. He would soak this guy if he tried...
"Oh, don't be embarrassed. That ball was goin' faster'n a monkey who had just spotted a llama."
Jack looked up, raising his eyebrows on such a strange comment. Chocoalte brown eyes, heavy with worry, dancing with laughter met his gray confused ones.
"My name's Gieuseppi," the boy said cheerfully, without giving Jack time to reply. "But my friends Denny and Rob call me Itey 'cause I still got my Italian accent like I call them Specs and Pie Eater 'cause Specs wears glasses and Pie Eater makes bread.
Jack just stared at Itey, who didn't seem to know how to take a breath.
"Cool boots. I'll call you Cowboy. 'Cause that's what you look like. Have you ever seen a western? Your lip looks like a sausage." Jack touched his tongue to his lip and cursed, tasting the blood and swelling. "It's cool though. Like you were fighting one of those asses. Or a man eating penguin. Does it hurt? You should get some ice..."
"Are ou always this annoying?" Jack finally managed to get out, his words slurring over his rapidly swelling lip.
"Is the pope a young jewish woman with a hidden agenda?" Itey said happily, as though Jack had given him a compliment.
Jack stared at Itey in disbelief. He had expected the psychotic Italian to leave him alone, but he wasn't budging. Neither his smile nor his voice had quivered.
"I don't know about the hidden agenda part, so it that a sometimes?" Jack hesitiantly managed to say. Itey's smile grew larger and he rubbed his nose- something Jack would later realize meanth he was pleased with an answer.
Itey introduced him to Specs and Pie Eater and the four had become inseperable, going to the same High School. The new experience didn't even change them, only adding Dutchy, Snitch, Mush, Skittery and Kid Blink to their happy band of lunatics.
Then college had come, causing a rift in their group. Dutchy, Kid Blink and Snitch went off to Philadelphia, Specs to California, Mush and Skitts to Boston while Jack, Itey and Pie Eater had stayed in New York. Onlly Jack went to Brooklyn College while Itey and Pie, who, by then, were in love, stayed together upstate in Albany.
Jack had lost contact with everybody except for Itey and occasionally Mush.though he found himself putting up walls of jealousy when Itey was around, even though they WERE best friends.
He HAD been with a lot of people- Sarah, Medda, Joseph, William and Jason- but none of them had compared to the way he had felt about Itey. The way he STILL felt about Itey, the way Itey never felt about him...
"-because turkies on the moon can NEVER survive."
"Huh?" Jack snapped back to the present. David smiled smugly.
"I knew you weren't listening. There's a pay phone over there you know..."
"Why hasn't he told me?"
"What?"
"I thought I was his best friend," Jack continued on as though he and David had been talking about this the entire time. "So why hasn't he called me?"
"Jack, he hasn't told ANYbody according to Pie Eater," David said, fingering his beer glass. "He hasn't called anybody and won't pick up his phone or anything. And when Pie talked to him last he...wasn't himself..."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Pie said that he sort of lost it..."
"Itey? Lose it?"
"Pretty bad...yelled and everything."
"I've got to see him," Jack said abruptly, getting up off of the stool, walking to the door.
"Going to try to rekindle something, are we?" David called, smiling from his stool.
"RE-kindle? There has to be something there first, doesn't there?" Jack stopped at the door, about to leave. "There has to be something there first...doesn't there..." Jack began walking back to the bar.
"Oh my GOD Jack!" David yelled as Jack took his seat again. "You blind LUNATIC! He DID like you BEFORE Pie, DURING Pie! Well, not liked as much as LOVED." Jack took his head out of his hands and stared at David, harldly moving.
"Breathe Jack."
"He used to love me?"
"Yes."
"At the same time I was-"
"Yes."
"And you-"
"Yes."
"And didn't-"
"No."
"Even though-"
"Yes."
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
"No you're not, Kloppman hates blood."
"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!"
"Itey told me not to! By the time I found out he was with Pie and he didn't want to hurt him."
"This is insane!" Jack yelled at the ceiling. "This is INSANE! I can't just go to him now."
"Why the hell not?" David asked, incredulous. "You've been complaining about him for the past THOUSAND years and now, helllllo you can have him! GO TO HIM!"
Jack couldn't explain it, couldn't even think it to himself. Why DIDN'T he want to go to Itey, now that he was free? What was holding him back, what did he WANT...
"Oh man...what am I going to do...?"
END CHAPTER THREE
Author's Note: Allllll righty kids, that's it for tonight. The "big finale" chapters'll take place tomorrow or the day after. Not sure. Well, read, review, please refrain from flaming...something which should've been said in the first chapter but I'm slow like that. There are MASSAGE spelling errors because its late and I should be in bed and had to rush.all right night
Alarice