Azury: You know I love confusing you doll, it's what I do best. Rory? Abusive? …. Rory! Gay! …. Hee. I dunno… : drags feet innocently along in dirt: Rory has asmatha? No, erm, I know I have Alex with asmatha, Jake has a hyperventilation problem, I think Rory was manic depressive. Oh Marco and Davis is just pish posh, the're harmless. Or are they? Oh Jamie, Jamie Jamie Jamie, …let's just say you thought you felt bad for Michael after all the shit Jake put him through…. Love ya lots babe!
BlackRoseOnFire: I really need to get you that damn nick name, but it doesn't seem to fit with the Y scene, and Rosey reminds me of my middle name, which I do NOT like whatsoever. I know, I often wondered what would happen if I hadn't killed him before he got his real chance to shine in the story. Flashbacks are good though, they do the plot justice. Ryco fan as well I see. Don't mind Davis. Rory wants to hit Jamie. Badly. Oh you'll see how Jamie and Rory are. I'm awesome? Thankies. Sometimes I just need reassurance.
Bee: Of course you can use Jake's sentence for your Creative Writing class, I feel honored. Jamie is a very important character now.
AN: OH:JUMPS: Jake has a secret. Ohh…. Jakey has a secret and you won't find out until the last chapter. Ohhh… : dances around tauntingly:
Chapter 18: Back Drop Memories
Jamie eyed him from the seat across the aisle on the airplane, eyes lowered and headphones blaring. Half of him wanted to hug the troubled boy, the other half wanted to smack the shit out of him. So he just smiled a little, staring at bit more as Jake caught him looking and glanced quickly, shyly before looking away again.
"I'm gonna need an aspirin the size of Spain when I get off this thing" Marco murmured as he rubbed his temples. Jake looked at the boy, Jamie, in the other row as he gave him a familiar look and then walked off. Jake stared before abruptly brushing past Marco and excusing himself to go the bathroom. Marco shrugged it off and closed his eyes, hoping that the day would just get better.
Jamie squinted into the two person bathroom as Jake closed in behind him slowly and placed a hand on his shoulder. " What are you doing here?" He sneered as Jamie pulled him in and closed the door, " Don't make a scene."
"Why are you here?" He asked it again, young eyes covered with confusion.
"I'm taking a little trip. Get my mind off things. Anniversary wise and all…."
"Yeah, about Rory.-"
"He's dead" Jamie proclaimed sadly," I know"
"How" The words fell limply from Jake's lips before Jamie grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him up against a wall," I know your secret, Jake. " Tears welled up in his eyes, " Don't play dumb with me….I will make you pay for what you did"
"I had to…." Jake whispered, eyes blank.
"You know" Jamie's lips curled up slightly," If you had just taken your medication that day"
"Why should I take MY MEDICATION when no one else UNDERSTANDS how I feel? No one else in my family could understand what I went through, Jamie! No one-"
"It's always about you isn't it! Shut your mouth Jake, you're a child. You don't know anything" Jamie's eyes filled with tears once more, this time spilling over and hitting the floor, " Rory had the same problem that you have"
"What--….he has them too?"
"Them?"
"Voices"
Jamie let go of Jake suddenly and pulled him into his arms," Yes…"
"I try so hard, Jamie, they're like little pangs of pain, and then they go away, but they keep coming faster, quicker, and I say things-- do things I shouldn't. I'm tired of being like this, I can't control any of it" He sobbed into his shoulder, pulling him closer, still feeling safe in his arms as he did his brother," I didn't want to, he made me, made me do it all…."
"Whose he?"
"Michael…"
Jamie glanced out the rear view mirror. He had to take the fucking red eye just to get to where Jake and Michael were. When he had confronted Jake on the airplane that day years ago it was mainly to find out what had really happened. Of course he knew the truth of Rory's death, it was sloppy and obvious, but he was more worried about Jake. However, he didn't know that this "Michael" that Jake was rambling about wasn't Jake's Michael, as in his best friend star crossed lover Michael, but as in the other Michael…
It's a confusing process indeed. Jamie had to listen to Rory explaining it at least a dozen times over.
"Okay, listen" Rory glared at his best friend, shoving him to get his attention," Are you listening?"
"Yeah, Ro-"
"Cause I don't think you're listening-"
"Rory will you just-"
"Will you please focus and listen to me damnit?"
"I'm listening you asshole!" Jamie snapped, shoving Rory back.
"God, it's like air up there" He pokes him in the head before sighing," Shit, now I forgot what I was saying"
"You were talking about Michael"
"So you were listening"
Jamie rolled his eyes," Well, dhur"
(AN: I just thought it'd be cute if you noticed how where Jake and Michael got their friendship mannerisms from)
"Don't be a smart ass, anyways, Michael is Jake's other…"
"Meaning. Wait, you mean little Mikey? Nerd that likes you"
"No, ot-- wait, he doesn't like me"
"Whatever" Jamie rolled his eyes, " Continue"
"Jake suffers from things….like I do, as you know"
"Yes" Jamie nodded sadly. " Multiple Personality Disorder"
"Yeah…yeah…" Rory's voice fades away for a second before continuing . " So he named it Michael"
"Ironic much"
"Yeah, he hates that asshole. We all have different levels….of personalities, you know. Some are stronger than others. Some are weaker, but we both tend to get violent with the other side of us…." He frowns a little," You know, hurt the people we love" Shy eyes looked at him before looking away. " So anyways, Michael is what he calls his other side, the side that does the bad things, and well, let's just say that if we leave Jake alone without his meds around Michael-"
"Cute nerd Michael that likes you"
"Yes- I mean no, he doesn't like me, hey, fuck you….Yes, that Michael" Rory shoves Jamie again and this time he falls off the little stump of rock that they were sitting on. " I'm just afraid Jake might be worse than I am, with the mood swings and all"
"Don't worry, I'll take care of him"
"You promise"
"Yeah" Jamie shrugged, shoving Rory over this time and sitting there. The little cave that they were situated in leaked as rain poured over their heads. " So you're really gonna pass this down to Jake?"
"This shit hole?" Rory snorted," Hell yeah, family tradition. Dad showed it to me when I was little, gotta pass it down. We had good times here, you know. A lot of memories."
"Like the time we broke into the neighbors yard and she set the dog on us-"
'Yeah, Jeffery who couldn't run for shit and we ran for two blocks into Penny, who was walking her dog, Dotty-"
"But I got scared-"
"And ran into that mailbox….oh yeah that hurt" He brushed the hair from Jamie's face to see that little bump across his head," And that was only last week"
"Funny" Jamie frowned out, swatting his hand away.
"It's adorable when your mad" Rory says with a smile, and a quick kiss to his cheek.
He promised Rory that he'd watch over him after he died, and he had been. But then he got wrapped up in trying to move on and forget everything and he realized that he was failing his best friend, so he decided to get back on track. That's when he met Randy.
Randy happened to be at a hotel in Hollywood when Jamie had checked in, busy trying to keep track of Michael, who at the time was residing on a corner with Adrian , doing what they do best. Although he didn't know how Michael and Adrian were able to constantly relocate themselves from one place to another he did know that he had to protect them. He took phases, 1 month to follow Jake, one month to follow Michael, and matter of fact, he watched all of them closely. He even had helped Marco that time when he was at the bus stop to go and run back into Dylan's arms. He was a sort of twisted guardian angel.
Anyways though, Randy liked Jamie's personality and soon they became quick friends. Which was perfect timing because a month later Randy met Dylan, which brought Marco into the scenario, which made watching over Jake a much easier job for him. And plus he could watch over Michael with free reign, until that is, they relocated once again. Jamie found the cycle tiring.
So why was he trying to get to Jake now?
A promise.
So he gets out of the terminal once the plane lands as fast as his ass can carry him and to the cab to get to their dorm room before something happens that shouldn't.
"Don't look at me Alex" The words are whispered coldly from his lips as he shoves his shirt into the bag and turns around, Alex there, because Alex is always fucking there, staring at him sadly. " Jake, I love you"
"I know you do, and I'm leaving now before I can hurt you too"
"So you're just going to run away from Michael! Again?" His words die out as Jake turns around and looks at him, head cocked to the side and tears rolling down his eyes in torrents like rain. " I am because I have to. Alex, I know you understand how that feels more than anyone else. I do love you, I do" He murmurs it out, stepping forwards and leaning in to kiss him," And that's why I have to go"
"But-"
Jake opens the door only see Robert standing there holding Michael's hand.
"You're not going anywhere"
"Marco, Marco stop crying" Dylan cried out, fanning his friend with his hands as Marco went on a rampage through the house, knocking any and everything over. " SHIT SHIT HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID" He trampled over to the fridge and ripped the lock off to get the ice cream. Dylan backed away a little, afraid of what he could do this his hand before saying slowly," Marco….I'm sure that Ryan-" Oh god, why am I defending him. AND SINCE WHEN DO I TALK TO MYSELF THIS MUCH! Does Marco's love make me feel this way? Fuck him, " Ryan loves you and probably just took things the right way- MARCO?" Dylan's eyes snap up to see that Marco has the case on the floor and is clutching his stomach. " I think I ate too fast" He moans, falling forwards for who else but Dylan to catch him.
"How the hell did you eat all of that so fast?" Dylan moans out, catching his bloated figure. " Maybe you should lay down"
"Yeah….Ryan-"
"Not Ryan"
"Galla or whatever"
"I know what you mean…."
"Yeah…." Marco murmured. Dylan trailed off. This is what he gets for letting Marco listen to that damn Franz Ferdinand CD at night while sleeping. He dragged his heavy ass into the bedroom and literary had to roll Marco onto the bed. He started to leave when he felt someone tug on his sleeve," Stay. I need you."
He looked at him. Que? I mean, what? No, me! Should I look around. ZOMG he wants me…..should I take advantage of him like this? Wouldn't that be horrible and over rated?
He looked at Marco.
Fuck that.
"Sure, you know I'm always here for you…"
Cue the shit eating grin and the covers rolling back.
Pete bit his lip.
"Done"
Ryan smiled," Oh, really?"
He sighed out tiredly," Yes, finally. About damn time, okay, ready?" He eyed his best friend.
"Yeah"
"Sinking in.
Fingers.
Biting my.
Lips.
Black eyes.
Are dead ringers.
To the blue stains.
On my.
Hips"
He pauses as Ryan smiles brightly, dumps a black bucket of paint across the edge of the corners and smears blue around the edges, with red tipped rims and purple hues around the figure in the middle.
"Make his eyes a little more dark" Pete says, picking up the paper. Ryan just obliged to what he said and splashed a little more paint around the corner of the picture's eyes, a small frayed brush making the perfect bruised effect. He took an in take of breath, because it's always so exciting to work and paint something new, especially with all this pent up anger inside of him. " Go on now"
"I didn't
Mean to
Say this to you
The words
I love you
Were lies to my rouse.
My eyes.
We deceived
The first time you met me.
It's not what I see.
It's what you believe"
Ryan made a smudge over the eyes again, put one down by their lips and one on the corner of their hips. He mixed a little gold with gray and brought it around the brim of the person's skin for a lighter effect before waiting for the next part. " How long should I-"
"Two seconds," Pete murmured, as if lost in thought," Wanna give it an effect….something grander than before"
"As always" Ryan nodded curtly, taking his nails and raking them down the sides again, looking like scratch marks for two seconds each before letting go.
"And it's a take down
Now.
To see who loses first.
And I'm going to win,
Because look at me.
I always have the worse frame.
So I guess I beat you at your own
Game.
My looks are what
Makes me so good.
Take down."
Pete tosses the pen to the table." Good?"
Ryan drops his brush to the floor," Beautiful"
"Should we win?" Pete asks suddenly, eyes to the floor," Isn't this cheating? I mean…." He pauses to smirk," Putting two kick ass people together like this?"
Ryan busted out into laughter and stared at his painting," But we make it look so good."
"Aye, that we do" Pete said nodding as Ryan stared at him," You're not British"
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