Chapter Six.
Colt made hisself comfortable, on the couch in the living room. He grabbed the remote and turned the t.v on to cartoon network, seeing a show titled, Grim and Evil starting up.
'I wonder when Courage comes on?' Thought Colt staring at the screen. Their dog D.K. joined him by his feet and Colt leaned forward scratching behind the dogs ears.
"Hey boy.....uhhh, D.K. right?" Asked Colt. The dog made a little yelp of what Colt imagined was a, yes. The samoyed sat up to get the full force of the petting and Colt used both hands to give the dog a good scratching behind the ears.
"Haha, aren't you a good boy?" He patted the dogs side, then ran his hand along his back. Jamie heard the noises from the kitchen and poked her head into see what was going on.
"You know," Colt went on, not seeing her standing in the door way. "I've always wanted a dog, but mom said they were too expensive and in her language that means, n-o pal." D.K. put his paw on Colt's knee sympathetically and he laughed. "It's no big deal."
Colt smiled down at the dog then looked back up at the screen.
"Hey Griiiiim, watch this," Said the young boy in the cartoon. He was talking to a skeleton that's wearing a black robe. Colt could only assume that 'Grim' meant, Grim Reaper. The little boys been riding him the whole show, about this and that. It was pretty funny sometimes, other times it was just plain stupid.
Watching silently a moment, Colt then looked down at D.K. who had ressumed his place on the floor, resting at Colts feet. "I wonder what you're thinking about?" He said to the dog.
"I'd give a penny for your thoughts too." Said Jamie, walking into the living room. Colt wasn't startled somehow he knew she'd be standing somewhere watching him, he always caught her doing it but, he wasn't sure if he should say anything about it or not. "Oh," He spoke. "I'm not not thinking about anything, just watching some t.v."
Jamie made a sound indicating an 'Oh' and she sat herself down on the love seat. It was silent while they watched the cartoon. The corner of Colt's mouth smirked into a smile, then he laughed out loud watching the skeleton taking a shower. Jamie smiled at him and laughed a little herself. 'He sure has an adoribe laugh, just like his sister and father.'
Colt laughed again and Jamie couldn't take it. She wanted to know about her son. Even though hearing about his life with the Douglas's would hurt a little, especially after hearing him continue to call Jessica his mother. But, either way she wanted to communicate with her son. ".....So uh," she cleared her throat. "So you like this cartoon?" Asked Jamie.
Colt seemed a little shocked at her sudden words, then he shrugged. "It's alright I guess." He turned his head and looked at her. "I've never seen it 'til today actually." Colt turned back to the t.v. Jamie nodded to herself then said. "I've never seen it either. Me and the boys usually watch 'Mamma's Family',"
Colt turned to face her again, so she'd know he was listening. "Oh, uhh," She suddenly lost her talking nerve seeing the intensity of her sons eyes. "We never really watch cartoons but Anne is Zoids maniac, I really don't think she should be watching those violent cartoons." She shrugged. "But kids...you tell them, no, they think it's a yes."
Colt laughed quietly hearing that and said. "Watch out though, cause now you've got two haha." Jamie laughed herself and rolled her eyes up. "Oh lord help me!"
Colt chuckled and looked back at the t.v. "But I've seen Zoids a couple of times, it's a really good show and it's not too violent or anything so you don't have to worry about it." Watching the t.v. sometimes then Colt, Jamie thought of something else she could ask him before she lost this moment.
Noticing his clothes, she had an idea. "How's about you and I got shopping for some clothes this weekend? You'll need something a little more 'fit in', if you're gonna be down here." Colt looked down at his bare legs and shirt nodding as though he hadn't really noticed his clothes didn't 'fit in' as she said. 'I lost him.....What now?' Thought Jamie bringing her hand up into her mouth, but she brought it back down wiping away the little saliva on the ends.
Jamie scanned her brain trying to remember anything he could have said that interested him, but nothing came up. Then she remembered he had a guitar case with him, when he arrived. "You play the guitar?" She asked casually.
Colt smiled, replying. "Yeah, I had a band back in L.A, we called ourselves Haden."
"Haden?" Jamie cocked a brow. "Is that new teen slang?" She then asked. Colt laughed out a repsonse and explained. "It means hades and garden mixed together." Jamie nodded saying, 'Oh'. "That seems a little....odd." Well she couldn't lie, the name wasn't her favorite but she was sure he was good at being in this band thing of his.
Colt seemed to shrug off what she had said about the name and another cartoon started up. D.K. woke up somewhere between, Dexter screaming at Dee Dee for going into his lab and Dee Dee screaming when her toys were coming to life. Colt gave him an idle pat but didn't really aknowledge the dog was there.
Jamie played on her fingernails, looking at her lap. Turning her vision up to Colt now, she asked him almost as silently as a shy girl. "Could you maybe play for me sometime?" Her words were reverted by, "But you don't have to if you don't want to, it was just a request."
Colt hadn't waited for her to finish talking before he answered. "Sure. I'll play for you later." Jamie grinned ear to ear hearing that, then slapping her hands down on her lap she pushed herself up to a standing position. "I better start lunch, Johns gonna be home pretty soon for lunch and he's a big eater."
Jamie walked halfway to the kitchen but paused her steps. "What would you like for lunch, I could order a pizza if you'd like?" Colt shook his head saying. "I'll eat whatever you make, it's fine with me."
Losing her lunch making nerve she announced. "Pizza it is, I'll get a large sausage and pepperoni."
Colt turned hisself on the couch to face her, shaking his head and he said. "No really, what ever you wanna make is fine with me." But Jamie shook her head, and Colt gave up the argue.
Sure, she could cook for John, he was used to it. But what if Colt didn't like any of the things she made. Now she'd have to groccery shop with a whole new mouth to think about. She couldn't ask, as a mother she should just know what her son liked. Right?
'This is going to be one tough year, but I love that my son is back.' She looked back over her shoulder and nodded. 'Yes, I love him.'
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In the public library, back in L.A. Rocky is sitting hisself down at the table, opening a newspaper. He skips the front page story, which was crudely about his mother and he opens it to the middle section for the 'help wanted' ads.
He looked over the ad for a 'Stop N Shop' market. "Help wanted. In need of bag boy, or register. Only requirnments are clothes for your uniform. Instructions for register use and proper bagging edicate, will be given before first day at the job. 19.76 a week plus tip." Shaking his head to that one he went on to the next.
"Burger King, out." Mumbling the names of other fast food chains to himself. He decided to go with something a little more, practical. "Here we go, the GAP is hiring...."
"Sam?" Someone beside him asked. Looking up to see who had called him, he grinned seeing a girl he knew as a child sit down beside him, she was Tum tum's age. They all thought of her as a little sister, but lost contact after a few years. "Yeah it's me, Georgina?" He asked.
"The one and only," gives him a quick hug saying. "Hi Sammy!"
"Hey Georgie, how are you?" He folded the paper up and tapped his fingers over top of it. "Pretty good. How 'bout you?" She asked in return. "....I'm as good as I can be. It's been so long look how big you are now." He said and she smiled a 'thank you'. There was silence a moment.
"I'm sorry about what happened, I read it in the paper. How's your mom?" Georgina asked.
"Thanks....She's doing....okay, I guess."
"Must have been scary." She put her hands on his arm. "Having your son taken away from you like that.....Have you heard anything from Jeffrey or Jefferson, yet?" Rocky shook his head. "Bummer.....So yeah I'll just be going." She got up and started to walk away but Rocky grabbed her arm back.
"Wait, what's the rush, you just got here." He looked into the girls eyes and she panicked a second, accidently glancing towards the large windows at the front of the library. Rocky followed her gaze and saw a man standing there watching as though he were waiting for her. "Georgina-...." Rocky started to say but she warded him off, jerking her arm free saying. "Are you spying on me?"
"He's my uncle okay? He came to pick me up." Georgina looked more flustered than she should be and shook her hands to dismiss it.
Georgina gave him one last look before backing away and leaving the library. "That was weird, did that guy send her in here to ask me questions about my family?" Sitting down and feeling a little pissed, Rocky sighed angrily and stood back up. "I'm out of here."
Rocky walked to the door and out of he library, a huge mistake. The second he hit the sunlight the man looking in at him and Georgina. "Any comment on what's going on so far?" The reporter asked him. "No, no comment. Take a hike." Rocky swatted the recorder away from his face and started down the long stone stairs.
"Any comment on how the kidnapper is doing?" The man asked. Rocky turned around facing him as though he were ready to punch the man in the face. "That kidnapper, is my mother, and I don't need or want you bothering me, her or anyone else in my family from this point on, understand?!"
The man backed off from Rocky's tone, but he was persistant and followed him down the stairs to his car. Rocky had opened the door and slid himself in. Just as the man reached out to hold the door opened,Rocky closed it,smashing the mans hand inside.
"Aahhhh!!!" He called out jerking it back. Rocky looked a little lost as to what his problem was not seeing that his hand was smashed into the door, he had only felt it bounce back when he tried to shut it, and drove away. "You're gonna pay for that kid!" The reporter called after Rocky, then blew gently on his hand.
Colt made hisself comfortable, on the couch in the living room. He grabbed the remote and turned the t.v on to cartoon network, seeing a show titled, Grim and Evil starting up.
'I wonder when Courage comes on?' Thought Colt staring at the screen. Their dog D.K. joined him by his feet and Colt leaned forward scratching behind the dogs ears.
"Hey boy.....uhhh, D.K. right?" Asked Colt. The dog made a little yelp of what Colt imagined was a, yes. The samoyed sat up to get the full force of the petting and Colt used both hands to give the dog a good scratching behind the ears.
"Haha, aren't you a good boy?" He patted the dogs side, then ran his hand along his back. Jamie heard the noises from the kitchen and poked her head into see what was going on.
"You know," Colt went on, not seeing her standing in the door way. "I've always wanted a dog, but mom said they were too expensive and in her language that means, n-o pal." D.K. put his paw on Colt's knee sympathetically and he laughed. "It's no big deal."
Colt smiled down at the dog then looked back up at the screen.
"Hey Griiiiim, watch this," Said the young boy in the cartoon. He was talking to a skeleton that's wearing a black robe. Colt could only assume that 'Grim' meant, Grim Reaper. The little boys been riding him the whole show, about this and that. It was pretty funny sometimes, other times it was just plain stupid.
Watching silently a moment, Colt then looked down at D.K. who had ressumed his place on the floor, resting at Colts feet. "I wonder what you're thinking about?" He said to the dog.
"I'd give a penny for your thoughts too." Said Jamie, walking into the living room. Colt wasn't startled somehow he knew she'd be standing somewhere watching him, he always caught her doing it but, he wasn't sure if he should say anything about it or not. "Oh," He spoke. "I'm not not thinking about anything, just watching some t.v."
Jamie made a sound indicating an 'Oh' and she sat herself down on the love seat. It was silent while they watched the cartoon. The corner of Colt's mouth smirked into a smile, then he laughed out loud watching the skeleton taking a shower. Jamie smiled at him and laughed a little herself. 'He sure has an adoribe laugh, just like his sister and father.'
Colt laughed again and Jamie couldn't take it. She wanted to know about her son. Even though hearing about his life with the Douglas's would hurt a little, especially after hearing him continue to call Jessica his mother. But, either way she wanted to communicate with her son. ".....So uh," she cleared her throat. "So you like this cartoon?" Asked Jamie.
Colt seemed a little shocked at her sudden words, then he shrugged. "It's alright I guess." He turned his head and looked at her. "I've never seen it 'til today actually." Colt turned back to the t.v. Jamie nodded to herself then said. "I've never seen it either. Me and the boys usually watch 'Mamma's Family',"
Colt turned to face her again, so she'd know he was listening. "Oh, uhh," She suddenly lost her talking nerve seeing the intensity of her sons eyes. "We never really watch cartoons but Anne is Zoids maniac, I really don't think she should be watching those violent cartoons." She shrugged. "But kids...you tell them, no, they think it's a yes."
Colt laughed quietly hearing that and said. "Watch out though, cause now you've got two haha." Jamie laughed herself and rolled her eyes up. "Oh lord help me!"
Colt chuckled and looked back at the t.v. "But I've seen Zoids a couple of times, it's a really good show and it's not too violent or anything so you don't have to worry about it." Watching the t.v. sometimes then Colt, Jamie thought of something else she could ask him before she lost this moment.
Noticing his clothes, she had an idea. "How's about you and I got shopping for some clothes this weekend? You'll need something a little more 'fit in', if you're gonna be down here." Colt looked down at his bare legs and shirt nodding as though he hadn't really noticed his clothes didn't 'fit in' as she said. 'I lost him.....What now?' Thought Jamie bringing her hand up into her mouth, but she brought it back down wiping away the little saliva on the ends.
Jamie scanned her brain trying to remember anything he could have said that interested him, but nothing came up. Then she remembered he had a guitar case with him, when he arrived. "You play the guitar?" She asked casually.
Colt smiled, replying. "Yeah, I had a band back in L.A, we called ourselves Haden."
"Haden?" Jamie cocked a brow. "Is that new teen slang?" She then asked. Colt laughed out a repsonse and explained. "It means hades and garden mixed together." Jamie nodded saying, 'Oh'. "That seems a little....odd." Well she couldn't lie, the name wasn't her favorite but she was sure he was good at being in this band thing of his.
Colt seemed to shrug off what she had said about the name and another cartoon started up. D.K. woke up somewhere between, Dexter screaming at Dee Dee for going into his lab and Dee Dee screaming when her toys were coming to life. Colt gave him an idle pat but didn't really aknowledge the dog was there.
Jamie played on her fingernails, looking at her lap. Turning her vision up to Colt now, she asked him almost as silently as a shy girl. "Could you maybe play for me sometime?" Her words were reverted by, "But you don't have to if you don't want to, it was just a request."
Colt hadn't waited for her to finish talking before he answered. "Sure. I'll play for you later." Jamie grinned ear to ear hearing that, then slapping her hands down on her lap she pushed herself up to a standing position. "I better start lunch, Johns gonna be home pretty soon for lunch and he's a big eater."
Jamie walked halfway to the kitchen but paused her steps. "What would you like for lunch, I could order a pizza if you'd like?" Colt shook his head saying. "I'll eat whatever you make, it's fine with me."
Losing her lunch making nerve she announced. "Pizza it is, I'll get a large sausage and pepperoni."
Colt turned hisself on the couch to face her, shaking his head and he said. "No really, what ever you wanna make is fine with me." But Jamie shook her head, and Colt gave up the argue.
Sure, she could cook for John, he was used to it. But what if Colt didn't like any of the things she made. Now she'd have to groccery shop with a whole new mouth to think about. She couldn't ask, as a mother she should just know what her son liked. Right?
'This is going to be one tough year, but I love that my son is back.' She looked back over her shoulder and nodded. 'Yes, I love him.'
.........................
In the public library, back in L.A. Rocky is sitting hisself down at the table, opening a newspaper. He skips the front page story, which was crudely about his mother and he opens it to the middle section for the 'help wanted' ads.
He looked over the ad for a 'Stop N Shop' market. "Help wanted. In need of bag boy, or register. Only requirnments are clothes for your uniform. Instructions for register use and proper bagging edicate, will be given before first day at the job. 19.76 a week plus tip." Shaking his head to that one he went on to the next.
"Burger King, out." Mumbling the names of other fast food chains to himself. He decided to go with something a little more, practical. "Here we go, the GAP is hiring...."
"Sam?" Someone beside him asked. Looking up to see who had called him, he grinned seeing a girl he knew as a child sit down beside him, she was Tum tum's age. They all thought of her as a little sister, but lost contact after a few years. "Yeah it's me, Georgina?" He asked.
"The one and only," gives him a quick hug saying. "Hi Sammy!"
"Hey Georgie, how are you?" He folded the paper up and tapped his fingers over top of it. "Pretty good. How 'bout you?" She asked in return. "....I'm as good as I can be. It's been so long look how big you are now." He said and she smiled a 'thank you'. There was silence a moment.
"I'm sorry about what happened, I read it in the paper. How's your mom?" Georgina asked.
"Thanks....She's doing....okay, I guess."
"Must have been scary." She put her hands on his arm. "Having your son taken away from you like that.....Have you heard anything from Jeffrey or Jefferson, yet?" Rocky shook his head. "Bummer.....So yeah I'll just be going." She got up and started to walk away but Rocky grabbed her arm back.
"Wait, what's the rush, you just got here." He looked into the girls eyes and she panicked a second, accidently glancing towards the large windows at the front of the library. Rocky followed her gaze and saw a man standing there watching as though he were waiting for her. "Georgina-...." Rocky started to say but she warded him off, jerking her arm free saying. "Are you spying on me?"
"He's my uncle okay? He came to pick me up." Georgina looked more flustered than she should be and shook her hands to dismiss it.
Georgina gave him one last look before backing away and leaving the library. "That was weird, did that guy send her in here to ask me questions about my family?" Sitting down and feeling a little pissed, Rocky sighed angrily and stood back up. "I'm out of here."
Rocky walked to the door and out of he library, a huge mistake. The second he hit the sunlight the man looking in at him and Georgina. "Any comment on what's going on so far?" The reporter asked him. "No, no comment. Take a hike." Rocky swatted the recorder away from his face and started down the long stone stairs.
"Any comment on how the kidnapper is doing?" The man asked. Rocky turned around facing him as though he were ready to punch the man in the face. "That kidnapper, is my mother, and I don't need or want you bothering me, her or anyone else in my family from this point on, understand?!"
The man backed off from Rocky's tone, but he was persistant and followed him down the stairs to his car. Rocky had opened the door and slid himself in. Just as the man reached out to hold the door opened,Rocky closed it,smashing the mans hand inside.
"Aahhhh!!!" He called out jerking it back. Rocky looked a little lost as to what his problem was not seeing that his hand was smashed into the door, he had only felt it bounce back when he tried to shut it, and drove away. "You're gonna pay for that kid!" The reporter called after Rocky, then blew gently on his hand.