Chapter 9

J.D's POV

After I woke up at Rose's place I began to feel the effects of the liquor that she gave me. I groaned and rubbed my temples. Rose left me a bottle of aspirin just for this occasion. I smiled a bit and opened the bottle. I swallowed two of them dry and got up dizzily. I walked out of the room and looked out into the hallway. Rose was with Mikey in the kitchen making Mikey-Mouse pancakes and orange juice.

I smiled at them and watched them as they talked and played. Rose was one of the few people that could get Mikey to talk without having asked him a question first. Mikey was an open book when it came to Rosie. She could get him to act like an 8 year old for once. That's part of the reason that she was their unspoken Godmother.

"And then, and, and, then, Eric said that he miss me too! Do you think that he and J.D would get back together?" he asks her, his hands in the air with excitement. Rose saw me out of the corner of her eye and winked.

"Maybe sweetie, it depends." She says making him a plate of their blueberry Mikey-Mouse pancakes.

"Depends on what Aunt Rose?" he asks her putting his tiny elbows on the table.

"Why don't you ask your sister?" she says handing him the plate. I walk in and rub the back of his head.

"Morning M.J, Rosie." I say pulling up a chair. Rose hands me a plate and sits down at the table with us.

"How's your head?" she teases me as I eat the delicious food.

"Better than I thought it would be." I say smartly. She smirks and rolls her eyes.

"Smartass." She says.

"Ass is a bad word." Mikey says quietly. I gave him a light slap on the hand

"Don't curse." I say taking another bite of my pancake.

We finished eating and watched TV for a little while. After about three hours me and Mikey had to leave. Rose drove us to the bar and me and my baby brother drove home holding hands. We got home and saw that Pat was there. Patrick was watching TV in the living room eating cereal on the couch. He was looking a little pale, and was kinda quite.

"One, you are still grounded, two, you know better than to be eating on the furniture, and three you look at little of. Are you sick?" I ask him feeling his forehead. He was clammy. I saw that his knuckles were wrapped up.

"What the hell happened Patrick?" I asked him frightened. He sighs and rolls his eyes, but not in the disrespectful way, the please don't do that kind. When I unwrapped his bandages, his knuckles gave away that he had hit someone, hard.

"Patrick Darrell, were you in a fight last night?" I ask him astonished. "What happened?"

Patrick stayed silent.

"Answer me Patrick. I'm worried about you. So worried. You have never behaved this way before, picking fights, getting drunk, getting arrested! My Lord Patrick, tell me what I should I do! Do you want to be taken away?" I didn't realize that I was screaming.

"I punched out your old boyfriend." He says quietly. I drop the bandages that I was holding and gasp.

"Y-Y-You did what?" I say shocked.

"Do you have a have a hearing problem? I beat up Eric, hit him, made his face mincemeat!" he yells at me shooting up running into his room.

"Why did Patrick beat up Eric?" Mikey says quietly.

"Because he's stupid, impulsive, reckless, and….and…. he's HE's…"

"Just like Eric?" Mikey says quietly. I take a deep breath.

"Yeah, like Eric." I whisper.

Eric's POV

When I woke up the next morning I saw Pat's handiwork. My nose was swollen, along with my eye, bruises made me look like a raccoon, the black dots making circles around my eyes. I had to admit, that kid could pack a punch. I deserved it anyway. With the way I left J.D

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small, silver and diamond wedding band that was once Connie Curtis's. During the fight that made me leave, J.D threw the ring at me, not really thinking. She told me to get out and to take the ring with me. I kept it with me even since then. I ran my fingertips over the gems that sparkled in the light of the bathroom. The ring was engraved with something that at the time, made sense. It was a joke that I and J.D thought was so funny, so we got it put on the ring. It said "Wow…. We got married Mad!" I snickered at our stupid joke that we made up when we were in high school…..

"Okay, so when someone gets married, and like they were completely wasted when they did it, what would be the first thing the groom would say?" J.D asks me. We were supposed to be reading in study hall, but we had a substitute and had nothing to lose.

"Um….. Did he marry a man or a woman?" I ask.

"Um…. A man!" she says. I thought for a few seconds because I wanted to make my answer better than hers would be to make her mad.

"Um…. Wow… We got married Man!" I say.

She starts laughing too hard that the sub comes over and yells at her. But she didn't care. After he left she wrote on her paper and handed it to me.

When you get married, you have to write that on your wife's wedding ring. - J.D

Alright, but what if it's you? - Eric R.

Then I'll put it on mine. - J.D

PROMISE?-Eric R.

Yes super-secret ultra-mega promise! - J.D

You're a dork. But I love you.-Eric R.

I love you too- J.D Randle.

Please Review. I thought that I should do a Twilight Cross over on a different story that I might do later in the future (Christmas Time?) Should i?

Also, thank you for the reviews. They make me smile.

Also, if you look on YouTube, there is a video called Wax on F*ck off. It's a parody with Ralph Macho. But it's for mature people. It you can stand cursing, watch it. It's pretty funny.