Ok chapter 4 woohoo

Disclaimer: we all know this!

It had been a couple months since Spot's party, and since then we had strangely enough become friends. It developed into an odd kind of friendship, we were so close yet I knew nothing about him, and he still continued to be a jackass to everyone and their dog.

"Spot I just don't understand you sometimes" I said sitting down on the couch next to him in my apartment.

"what do you mean by that" he questioned.

"well I mean come on your sitting here on a Friday night watching movies and eating Italian take out with me, and heaven forbid anyone ever know that you have a soul, I guess I just don't understand why you let me see this different side of you"

"whatever just watch the movie"

I couldn't help but grumble a little but I figured he would just come around on his own time, men were like that, especially stubborn men.

I sat down to lunch that Wednesday and attempted to get the attention of my not so in the closet friend.

"Jack" no answer

"Jack" I said a bit louder, still no answer, it was then that I saw Dave's hand tracing small circles on Jack's inner thigh.

"HELLO EARTH TO MR. JACK KELLY" I screamed as I shook him.

"oh hey Charlie, when did you get here"

"I've been here mr. Happy pants. Now wheres Spot"

"what do you mean where's Spot" he asked me staring as if I had five heads

"well he hasn't been here for almost three days isn't anyone the least bit worried?"

"is someone falling for our resident evil" Skittery mocked as he sat down across from me.

"bite me loser"

"whore"

"bastard"

"bitch"

"republican" I smirked as Skitts face turned red with rage.

"alright you two knock it off, he does this everyone once in a while he just doesn't show up and he comes back in a few days and we don't ask and he doesn't tell, no big thing" Race answered mouth full of something.

I just sat back and continued picking at my lunch, knowing that I wouldn't get anything else from them cause that probably really was all that they knew, Spot did seem like a very private person.

"whats wrong, don't be mad at us we really don't know anything" Jack leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"I know , its just that isn't he supposed to be one of your really good friends?" I asked

"well yea"

"then why aren't you more worried?"

"we used to get worried all the time, and we still are but it just makes no difference because nothing ever changes, he doesn't tell us anything, bein friends with Spot is like the navy, don't ask don't tell. So we don't and neither does he"

I left it at that….what else could I say?

I walked slowly home that afternoon, feeling that I had a lot to ponder when I really just didn't want to go home to another empty apartment where the only thing that was waiting for me was the last tenant's mail.

As I walked towards my door, I saw some sort of dark heap huddled up against it.

"excuse me, can I help you" I questioned walking up to the heap slowly.

It groaned and rolled over and that's when I saw the stubbly face of Spot Conlon.

"Sparky what happened you look like shit"

"nothing happened I'm sick, and my folks are out of town, and I didn't want to be by myself, please" he said in an utterly pathetic stuffed up nose way.

"come on" I couldn't resist his cute 3 day stubble.

He tried to smile, as he followed me into my apartment..

"alright go into my room and lay down , I'll be in in a minute"

"ooo really you promise" he smirked

"great a womanizer even when sick, just what I need"

"come on give me a break the only interaction I've had for the past 2 days is with the maid and she barely even speaks English"

"Spot" he looked up "shut up and go lay down like I told you I'll be in there In just a second, I promise"

Before I could finish my sentence he was gone and sniffling in my bed

I walked in a few minutes later with a hot tottie in hand something that had always made me feel better when I was sick, not sure if it was the hot part or the tottie part but either way it was good.

"here"

"what is it ?" Spot questioned peering into the cup.

"good, warm and alcoholic just drink it, it'll make you feel better"

"alrighty if you insist" he smiled over the brim

"I knew the alcohol thing would get you"

"yea well you know best nurse Charlie"

"oh god"

"shut up , I told you I'm sick, I cant think straight like I said gimme a break"

I left him to sleep I knew he needed it and probably hadn't gotten any for a while.

A few hours later I walked in and found him reading cosmo. "find anything interesting?"

"well actually…..no"

"can I ask you a question"

"if I say no are you still gonna ask"

"yep"

"alright procede"

"thank you counselor, but anyways, why didn't you tell any of them that you were sick"

"the same reason that none of them called me to see where I was"

"oh you're an insensitive jerk, got it"

"yea wait hey, I didn't mean it like that"

I sighed at sat down next to him. " I know but just because they do it doesn't mean that you have to too"

"god you sound like my mom when she used to care" he answered.

"go to sleep , your grouchy and I don't feel like listening to it" I was getting quite frustrated so I left.

Ok kinda short I know but I'm posting another chapter tonight, and also hope I didn't offend anyone with the whole republican thing but I feel that Skittery's character in this story would have been offended by any political party and that was just the first one that came to thought! Now then REVIEW!