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The house was covered in useless shit. Wait. Take that back. It would definitely make Jerry want to start punching faces if he heard Bobby call their last two months of wedding planning useless shit. Let's just say Bobby was sick of dealing with the "wedding" planning. Torn out pages from bridal magazines here. Flower orders. Cake designs. And everything else you could possibly think of there. No wonder Jack had been skipping out of the house. Coming back merely for dinner.

Bobby knew something was up though. He just didn't know if it was watching his life shift around him (Jerry getting married) or something else bothering him. Either way, he decided he would find out by surprising Jack at school. "You didn't tell me you were picking me up," Jack fell into the passenger seat.

"You rather take the bus?"

Jack didn't answer. Bobby didn't expect him to.

"Is ma coming home early?"

"Why would she?"

"She's been coming home early to help Camille,"

"Didn't say nothing to me about it,"

They rode for another five minutes in silence.

"What'd you do to your hair?" Bobby ruffled it up, before pushing his head lightly. Playfully.

Jack swatted his hand away and rolled his eyes. "I straightened it,"

"Fairy," he muttered, "you want me to hook you up with someone that can cut and color that also princess?"

"I looked stupid with curly hair. Like a little kid,"

"Oh. Now you're in highschool so you're not little anymore?"

"Yeah. Exactly," Jack made a move for the radio and Bobby pushed his hand away.

"You can't talk to me?"

"What's there to talk about?" Jack mumbled, resting his head on the car window.

"Maybe what the fuck your problem is. How about that?"

"You haven't been here in five years. What's there to talk about?" he finally looked over at Bobby. He was angry. Of course he was angry. Back then Jack was small and fragile and he wanted Bobby to stay. Back then Jack would never raise his voice. Back then he was afraid to. Bobby doesn't know which Jack he liked better. This one or that one.

"Is that what this is all about? Me not being here?"

"What, what's about?"

"The cold shoulder. The silent act. The I-haven't-been-here-in-years-and-yet-all-I-get-is-a-hi-Bobby shit. You're mad at me because I left,"

"No. I don't care that you left. I'm over it Bobby. Happened five years ago. Can you drop me off over here?" he motioned towards the bus station and rolled his eyes when Bobby passed it.

"You're coming home. You're coming home and you're going to be happy about coming home. You know what else? You aren't going to ask ma if you can go back out either. Ok?"

"You aren't my dad,"

"Didn't say I was,"

"You aren't my mom either,"

"Whoa. That's your territory sweet heart,"

"Pull over. I want to get out,"

"No,"

"Why?"

"Because you're a sixteen year old child that makes stupid choices and couldn't take care of himself if it would save his life. You're impossibly naive and you would trust Bugsy Siegal if he came here right now and told you he was Jesus himself,"

"Who's Bugsy Siegal? And don't patronize me. I've been here with ma, alone, for a long time now,"

"Right. With ma being the operative,"

"You think you're better than everyone else. You think you're so cool because you can pick up and run away anytime you want. You think that you're so much better because you couldn't care less about anyone else. You sit up on your high horse and you pretend like you're special because you left all of us behind,"

"Cut the shit Jack," Bobby pulled into the driveway.

"This isn't about you. Isn't about me. Aint even about ma. So what's wrong?" he cut off the ignition.

He didn't even stop Jack when he got out and strutted into the house. Jack, didn't even spare a glance backwards.

Just great.

Bobby thought to himself.

Somehow, no matter what was going on in his life it all came back to Jack.

"I just can't believe he's back," Jack took another drag from his cigarette, blowing it off to the side.

"You did say that your brother's getting married. Why wouldn't he come back?"

"Because he's Bobby,"

Jack watched his friend peek outside of his bedroom before he pulled out a small bag and shoved it into his pant-pocket.

"You ready?" he looked back at Jack who was sprawled out across the full-sized bed. He nodded and reached down to find his shoes and guitar.

"Can you honestly believe that we got this gig?"

"Don't you mean that I got the gig, Spence?"

"Oh whatever. She was not looking at you,"

"Yeah right. Believe what you want to believe but when we're big and famous and they ask us how we got our start I think we'll both remember that it was my smile that did it,"

"Please. You're not even that good of a singer pretty boy,"

"Will you stop insulting me and hold the door?"

"I told you to keep that guitar in the car Jack,"

"Yeah, well some of us actually like to practice,"

"Really? And I would've never known..."

"You're just jealous," Jack whispered as to not stir the person behind the closed door across from Spencer's room.

"So about your brother," Spencer began, a hand on Jack's back to push him forward.

Jack answered back when they finally got downstairs.

"Yeah?"

"I thought he didn't want you to go,"

"He's not my dad. He can't tell me what to do,"

"Yeah I just don't want him threatening me when he comes home stoned,"

"If I go home. They're too busy around there to notice," Jack sat his guitar in the backseat, stopping with his hand on the front seat door after seeing the look on Spencer's face.

"You ok man? You sound kinda...depressed,"

"Yeah. Or at least I will be when I get what's in your pocket,"

"Who said I'm sharing?"

"Please. You know I play better that way,"

"Really? And I would've thought it was the other way around,"

"Fuck you,"

"Eh. You couldn't possibly wine or dine me enough,"

AN: Man has it been a long time? Ok. Trust me. I feel horrible but I really did just needed awhile to get my stuff together. I'm even going to rationalize by saying that I ended up with a better chapter than I would've if I wouldn't have waited awhile and chilled. So, if you read this, thanks! No hard feelings?

By the way, I don't exactly know there will be slash in this story (initially there was supposed to be) but even if there is it won't be between Bobby and Jack. Sorry I didn't answer your reviews separately. I appreciated them all.