Well, I've finally uploaded a new chapter. I am so sorry! It's just I had no clue what to do so this chapter ended up being a crap ton of filler-ness. Whatever. But, I really am sorry. I'd also like to quickly thank everyone who gave me info on CHERUB. It was really useful, not in this chapter, but...For the next one which is practically done and will be uploaded sometime today or enjoy, and review!
Previously: A completely different personality. Because, the way he was, something about Alex would seem off. It would seem fake, like a suck-up. And that wouldn't be good. His job was to see what the kids thought of CHERUB. Not what the adults would tell a child they thought. So, mature attitude, gone. Disappeared. And hopefully not making a reappearance. It was kinda weird to think like that, Very complacent and calm. That just wasn't Alex Rider. So, mature attitude? Definitely gone.
Or not. I mean...if you listened to Alex's thoughts he would sound pretty immature. But really, he was a weird kind of mature. The kind of mature that wasn't really maturity, just the weariness of somebody who had faced the harsh realities of the world. Or not, because Alex always believed that it could be worse. Any situation could be worse. Somehow. Even when it seems so crappy that you just want to give up, it could be worse. Somebody else has it worse. And that's why you should stick it through, for that person who has it worse. For all the people who have it worse.
But who knows, that was just what he thought. It could be wrong, it could be right. Who gives a shit anymore? Not him, that's for sure. Alex shook his head, then shook it again. You have a new persona, he thought. You have to follow it to a T. This is practice. And if you fail at practice you're majorly fucked in the real time. Alex smiled, and walked up to the door. Sticking his key in he wondered why the hell this was such a difficult persona for him to act out. All he had to do was be thirteen year old Alex. Just revert to his younger self. That was all. Nothing difficult. Nothing difficult at all.
Alex pushed the door open. Jack wasn't there, but he spotted a hot pink sticky note on the fridge. 'We're out of eggs, I left to go get more', it read. He laughed softly when he realised she had stuck a hello kitty bandaid on top so it wouldn't fall down. Shaking his head, he left to go upstairs and well, sleep. He couldn't pack so there wasn't much to do. He could do the mountains of homework he'd amassed from missing so much school, but really, who in their right mind would choose to do unnecessary Alex Rider, and most assuredly not his new persona James Vitz. James... Alex didn't like that name too much. How about Jaimy, as a nickname he mused. He like that better. It was less...less...whatever. 'Jaimy' liked it and so it was all good.
'Jaimy' yawned widely. He had only just now realised how friggin' tired he was. His eyelids were so heavy it felt like ten elephants were stacked up on them somehow. 'Jaimy' wasn't sure how that was possible, but...That's what it felt like. At least, that's how he imagined it. He smirked then, because imagining ten full-sized elephants balanced on an eyelid and each other was pretty hilarious. But now, with his heavy eyelids, he decided to go to bed. 'Jaimy' walked over to the dresser and pulled out some blue and white plaid pajama bottoms along with a plain grey t-shirt that was almost twice his body size. He quickly undressed and pulled on the new clothes. After that he jumped into bed and, because he wasn't so tired anymore, grabbed the laptop that had been hidden under his covers and pulled up youtube. After spending a couple hours on youtube, four, five? Who knows. 'Jaimy' certainly had no clue. He was tired again so he shut his laptop. Setting it besides him and rolling over, he went to sleep.
Jaimy, previously Alex, woke up to Jack dumping water over his head. "Wh-wha?" he questioned. Jack grinned, "You wouldn't wake up. I also just wanted to try it." Great, thought Alex. This means she's probably going to want to 'try' some other new things. Fan-fucking-tastic. But on the outside he only kinda pouted. "Well, I'm going to go get changed and take a shower now, you got water all over me." 'Jaimy' knew he was whining but, I mean really, who likes getting up to a cup of water getting dumped on their head? No one, that's who. It completely sucked.
After Jack left, 'Jaimy' grabbed a towel and took his shower. But not without severely stubbing his toes on the stupid sink edge. Why the heck do they make sinks like boxes? Nobody really stores anything in them, he thought. He quickly grabbed a pair of jeans, dark-wash guy-skinnies(Don't judge, that's what I call them!), and a My Chemical Romance band t-shirt. 'Jaimy' then realised he needed to pack. "Crap! I forgot," he muttered. Quickly grabbing a couple of his cheaper clothes, dark jeans ranging from black to grey-ish, and a bunch of band t-shirts, he shoved it all into a backpack. Along with a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a few extra necessities.
He ran downstairs and dumped the backpack at the door. Jack had cooked breakfast. 'Jaimy' grinned, because even though Jack hated cooking with a passion, she was still amazing at it. 'Jaimy' was actually learning from her and getting pretty good. Once he reached the kitchen, Jack shouted at him to flip the chocolate chip pancakes. 'Jaimy' did that, as well as scrambling the eggs some. "This looks delicious Jack," 'Jaimy' said. "How much longer till you think it'll be done?" Jack grinned in thanks for the compliment, and replied, "About five minutes. Are you packed?" He nodded. "Good. Also, why did I find condoms underneath your bed?" 'Jaimy' looked uncomfortable. "Umm...about that. I didn't even buy them! Tom gave them to me because, and I quote, 'You're a young, sexy version of James Bond. You'll need them'" Jack shook her head, muttering "Tom...why?" 'Jaimy' was in complete agreement with that statement.
Breakfast was done soon. Jack and 'Jaimy' ate in silence, but an agreeable one. Once they had finished, they both cleared their plates and rinsed them off. After the plates had had been shoved into the dishwasher, the pair of them sat down to watch TV and wait. It wasn't long until a agent showed up at the door. With two motorcycle helmets underneath the agent's arm, 'Jaimy' was not looking forward to the ride. He shrugged though, not like had a choice. Pulling the helmet on, he got onto the back of the motorcycle. Then they were off, zooming away towards The Royal and General Bank.