I'm evil, you still won't find out what is in the box for a while. And when you do find out what is in the box than J.D. will be in big trouble. So I will wait a while before he opens the box. This story will be fourteen chapters, the sequel…will probably be longer or maybe shorter depending on which ending I will chose.
Now reviews: I did not get as many reviews as I would have liked and I am wondering why. Oh well, thank you everybody who replied.
psychotic KAT: I am happy that you like my fanfic. I hope you like this chapter.
Newbie-Thief-I like cliffhangers actually the closer the end of the story approaches the more cliffhangers will appear. Enjoy the chapter.
Star Future: Was J.D. kidnapped, the answer is no. Sorry it is too early for anything like that to happen. The boxes…you will finally find out in the next two chapters. Sorry to say JD/Cox will not happen until much later but it will happen maybe not the way that everyone will like but it will happen.
My gain
I kick at the person still pinning me to the ground but I froze as I noticed the familiar face. I immediately started shouting apologizes to him. He laughed at me as he picked himself off of me and sat down beside me catching his breath. I just stood there looking at him, waiting for him to speak and tell me what is going on.
"Hello vanilla-bear." He laughed as he stood up leaving me sprawled on the cement sidewalk as I tried to get my heartbeat back to normal.
"Turk, what the hell is wrong with you?" I asked him as I picked myself off of the floor.
"Sorry dude, I guess I wasn't thinking." He said to me and his voice was deep in sorrow that he only knew. I studied my friend quickly noticing the bags under his eyes and troublesome look that was plastered to his face, something was troubling him. It was then that I saw the backpack on his shoulders.
"Yeah, she asked me to stay with you for the reminder of the trip." He said after he saw me staring at the backpack for a while.
"I'm so sorry." I said and he just nodded.
"Will it be okay with you if I stayed with you?"
"Of course it is okay. There is only one bed though so we could sleep on the same bed or you can sleep on the floor."
"I like the floor option the best. I will like it better if you would sleep on the floor and let the brother sleep on the bed"
"Fat chance, brown-bear. The bed belongs to me."
"It was worth the try." He said to me as he started to move toward my hotel door. Once he moved from his spot my eyes were once again drawn to the reason I came out here for in the first place, the box. I freeze as I remembered the person's words "save it." Once again I can't help but wonder what I was supposed to save. Nothing can fit in such a tiny box, maybe only a baby mouse and even that is unlikely. I started walking toward the box, what harm would it be to open the damn thing, what is the worst thing it could be? I realized the possibilities of what could lie in the box and it gave me the shivers. It could be a bomb, anthrax, an eye-ball…the box could hold any of the many dangerous substances that man kind can get their hands on.
"Vanilla bear, where are you going? Your hotel room is this way." He said to me cutting me from my thoughts as I stood equal lengths from the box and my best friend. Should I tell Turk about the guy from the bar and the weird phone messages and the damn box? Would he just laugh at me or will he ask what the hell as I got myself into this time? I decided that I shouldn't bother Turk with my problems. I will wait until tomorrow to open the box.
"I'm coming." I told Turk as I walked into the room and locked the hotel door. But I couldn't force myself to move away from the door. I looked at my reflection in the window and I could see Turk's worried reflection staring at mine. I could see how terrible he looked, how hurt his eyes looked and I knew from that second his relationship with Carla was ending. It may take some years but eventually their relationship will crumble or they will end up like Cox and Jordon. A black version of Cox and Jordon who love each other but can't bear living with each other. I see him move away from his spot as he sits at the edge of my bed as he flips on the television.
I looked away from my own depressed reflection as I heard Spanish fill up my hotel room. I moved to my bed and flopped down next to Turk as he surfed though channel after channel trying to find any English speaking television networks. He grew frustrated when he found none.
"Good going Elliot, take us to Mexico for a stupid wedding when you could have done it anywhere in the USA."
"I know this place sucks." I said as I looked back outside the window, my eyes catching the lake.
"At least they could have one English speaking program. I mean we have Spanish networks in the USA."
"Oh well…have you tried subtitles?" I asked him staring back at the television show as I tried to piece together what the actors were saying; I gave up after a minute.
"Yes, they had Spanish, Spanish, and had I forgotten about Spanish." He said as he flipped the television off.
"We could always go to the bar." I said to Turk and he turned to look at me.
"Is it safe?"
"Yes, I had a drink and I haven't died yet." I said to Turk as he stood up and put his shoes back on. Of course I did meet a strange man who I have seen at least fifteen times since I saw him at the bar.
"Okay, lets go to the bar then. But I have to warn you Elliot is going to drag us to the lake tomorrow so let's drink lightly. I don't want to go to the lake with a hang over and a wife who keeps bickering at me."
"Brown-bear, are you going to get a divorce?" I asked honestly but afraid of hearing an answer that I would hate. It took Turk a long time to come up with an answer and I watched him silently as he struggled to find the strength to answer the question. The longer it took him to answer the more fear was building inside me.
"I'm not going to lie to you J.D. Carla and I have been and still are going though some tough times. But we are both trying to make our relationship work and if we can't make it work…then we will deal with that path when it happens." Turk said as he handed me my coat and we walked out of the room feeling the fresh air surrounding us, protecting us. I sighed as I looked at the peaceful surroundings around me. The small village was surrounded by thousands of trees and of course the lake so crystal blue. Small flowers were surrounding the forest that shares the village surrounding making the forest shine with fireflies and the glows of eyes of the creatures who share the forest's purity. It felt so right to be here where everything seemed so pure and we were dirty and unwelcome. I never want to leave but what choice do I have? I step over the box as I walked down the staircase Turk right behind me as we made our way to the rundown bar. The clean air overwhelmed me and somehow I know that if I don't leave this place tonight I won't ever be able to force myself to leave. But I can't leave tonight and my friends would surly drag me home, they wouldn't let me stay here, would they?
"This place is so beautiful." I heard Turk say as I smiled at him and we walked the reminder of the way to the bar in silence our minds wrapped around something that neither of us was ready to talk about yet. Finally we reached the bar and people where surrounding the place. I remembered in the back of my head that it was spring break, and when we travel back to our city so will all these kids.
We walked into the bar and took seats at the bar stand as we waited for the bartender to serve us. I scanned the room silently trying to get a grip about the different personalities of this joint. Everybody seemed just so damn happy while Turk walked around like a man who just found out was dying and me, who is confused about most things in my life.
"What can I get for you?" The bartender asked us.
"Two beers and we don't care about what brand you give us." Turk answered him and the guy quickly got two beers and brought it to us.
"So umm…Elliot getting married, it was something wasn't it?" Turk asked me before he took a slip of his beer.
"She was beautiful." Was all I said as I took a slip of my own beer.
"That she was, my friend. But she did look happy when she married Keith."
"Yeah she was."
"I wonder how their honeymoon went. Do you think it was all hot and spicy?" Turk laughed and I pictured the honeymoon. Elliot was in a red little bra as she danced around the honeymoon suit while Keith sits on the bed eager and ready to have the hot sex he said he was going to have in the limo. Suddenly she was on top of him kissing him deeply and moaning from his touches. And then he flips her over and…
I shake the image from my mind as I heard myself yelling, "It was not supposed to be Keith." Turk stared at me without shock before he turned back to his beer, "I know Vanilla-bear. But Carla and I were also not supposed to be fighting and we were supposed to be in America. Instead we are suck watching Barbie marry Keith."
"Honestly Turk you are sounding like Dr. Cox."
"Then you should be happy."
"Why in the hell should I be happy that you sound like Dr. Cox?"
"He means a lot to you."
"Oh come on Turk, are you going to start calling me girl names too and say that I would be happy if I find a nice guy?"
"You would be happy if you find yourself with Perry. Everybody else is out of your league."
"Turk honestly stop doing this."
"Why should I?"
"Because you are not Perry. You are better than him, Turk."
"Yes, but you would love to sit here with him."
"Turk shut up." I warned him and he just shrugged taking another slip of his beer.
"You love him." Was his simple statement as he watched me for any expression.
"How could you say such a thing?" I asked him carefully.
"He won't love you back. Just like Elliot won't love you back."
"I know." I said as my eyes watered as I realized that I was unlovable. There is no one who would go out with me, or stay with me past a couple of months. Still I haven't given up; somebody out there must love me I just have to find that person.
"What would you do if Carla and I get a divorce?" Turk asked me and I turned around in shock.
"What?" I asked as I saw tears build up in his eyes.
"Carla wants to call it quits but I can't let that happen. I love her and she wants to give up."
"Oh god Turk," was the only thing I could think of as I stared at my best friend slowly breaking down, "what can I do to help?"
"Convince her to stay in our relationship. Please, I don't care what you do but make her realize what she wants to leave. Make sure she understands that I still love her. God why does she want to get a divorce, wasn't I a good husband? Did I do something wrong, tell me J.D. because I can't figure it out." Turk said loudly before he started sobbing. Everyone turned to look at us and I swear I saw Jose standing near the pool table pole in his hand and a smile that froze my bone. And then he staring straight at me and I felt everything around me freeze except him and me. He kept staring at me without blinking and I couldn't do anything else but just continue to stare at him until he looked back at the pool table before slowly putting the pole in the middle of the table making the balls go in every direction. I could hear the balls racketing off the table and hitting the floor loudly. He walked toward me weaving between the masses before he comes up to me and turns to Turk who was staring moodily at his beer.
"Excuse me mister but are you okay?"
"My wife wants to leave me. What do you think?" Turk whispered as he took another slip of his drink.
"I'm sorry. My wife had left me barely a week ago, I know your pain." Jose said as he put a comforting hand on Turk's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. Turk nodded as he finished his drink.
J.D. I'm going to head off to our hotel room." He said as he took the key to the room and left the bar. I sighed as I begin to stand to follow him when I found another person pinning me down on my chair. I looked up at Jose feeling too tired to deal with this right now so I tried to push him off of me but he only pushed himself further up upon me.
"Get off of me." I said as I tried to once again push him off of me.
"I'm mad at you." His simple statement sent confusion and fear spreading over my whole body.
"What do you mean?" I asked him as I noticed all of the people staring at me in such a dirty bar wondering why a guy was being pinned by another guy in an intimate position.
"You didn't do what I asked you to do," he whispered close to my ear, "it is too late now." He said as he pushed himself off of me and went back to play more pool. I watched him wink at me before he took a slip of his beer before he picked up his pool stick again. I numbly reach into my pocket and paid for the drinks before I pushed myself out of my seat and walked quickly to the door feeling every eye on me. I pushed the door open and the only thought I had was to run and so I ran. I ran all the way back to the door of my hotel room. I saw that the box was gone and I could hear Turk's cry of "why Carla, why?" I collapsed in front of the door and cried as I wondered what I got myself into and how am I going to save my friend's marriage. I wished I was back at Sacred Heart, I wished Perry was here.
I sighed as I pulled myself off of the ground and walked into the room shutting and locking the door behind me. I sighed as I saw Turk sitting on my bed numbly just staring off into space. I walked over to him and sat beside him just watching one of my best friends struggle to stay positive. I wished there was something, anything I could do was help but I knew nothing could ease his pain, not unless I magically turned into Carla.
"What would I do if we get a divorce? Who would get Isabella?" He whispered out loud.
"I don't know Turk. Let's just try and stay positive right now." I offered. I didn't want to tell Turk but usually when a couple gets a divorce the woman gets the children, would Carla fight for sole custody? No Carla would never do something like that.
"Do you want to play toe or finger?" I asked him trying to find something to cheer him up.
"No, not tonight, J.D. I just want to go to sleep." He told me.
"Okay." I said as I went over to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
The next morning I woke up to pounding at my door. I got up still groggy as I headed to the door careful not to wake the sleeping Turk.
"What do you want?" I said not bothering to check outside the window.
"It's me Elliot. Let me in."
I opened the door to expose Elliot wearing red polka-dotted bikini top and black shorts. She smiled at me as she held out some wine.
"It's a gift from Keith and me. We wanted to say thanks for coming to our wedding."
"Thank you Elliot."
"Yes, listen we are heading to the beach in one hour. We will meet downstairs in fifty minutes. Don't be late." She joked at me as she looked into my room, "it is a good room isn't it, a little small but it works. Hey…why is Turk sleeping on your floor?"
"He got a little drunk and fall asleep watching television." I lied to her. I didn't want to tell someone who just got married that a married couple may get a divorce.
"Okay, we will see both you guys in fifty minutes. Oh and two more people are joining us to the beach." I froze remembering the way Jose has been turning up everywhere that I have been. She couldn't be talking about him right; she won't invite a stranger to the beach, would she?
Fifty-five minutes later I dragged Turk down the stairs to where Elliot and Keith were waiting talking to each other very intimately. Turk and I stood back away from them not really feeling up to being social right now. We heard more footsteps and there was Carla wearing a blue bathing suit carrying a large diaper bag, a beach bag, and Isabella. Isabella was dressed in a quite pink bathing suit and a pink sun hat. Turk and Carla shared a glance before she walked up to Elliot and Turk turned away. All of the sudden I heard him say, "No fucking way." I turn to him ready to yell at him when I come face to face with someone I never thought I would see and behind him was the person who I was afraid would show up. I turn back to Elliot who smiled at the two people.
"Good morning Jose." Elliot said as she hugged him as if she would hug a friend who she had for a long time. I turn to look at Jose who laughed at Elliot and said something to Elliot which sounded close to, "I'm happy you took my offer to have the wedding here."
"If I didn't then you couldn't have come, I didn't want that to happen." She said to him as she hugged him again. I looked in shock as he turned his head sharply to me trying to tell me something that I couldn't seem to get. Finally I turned away to look at Turk who was still staring in disbelief at the new person.
"Hi Perry."
Done, I thought I would never finish this one. This week has been stressful. I spent thirty-eight hours trying to save my cat's life who unfortunately died this morning at 6:35. I have not gotten any sleep in probably thirty-eight hours. Then my sister went to the hospital so yeah, it has been stressful.
Next chapter will become a little darker but the sixth chapter is when it will start getting intense. Review, Review, Reviw.