An Entangled Life
Chapter 14: Everything Changes
(Three Days Later at Dimmsdale Hospital at 11 a.m.)
"NO!" Dolores shrieked.
"I'm sorry," the doctor said softly, "it's cancer, leukemia," he added.
Dolores broke down in more tears.
How am I going to pay for this? I'm elderly and Denzel's well...teacher's insurance sucks. - Dolores
"He needs a bone marrow transplant," the doctor said, "and soon."
"Will he die without it?" Dolores asked tearfully.
The doctor nodded.
"Oh my poor baby!" Dolores wailed.
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(Meanwhile in Iraq)
Fred hid in a dug out with several other soldiers.
"Do you think we'll make it?" one asked as more bombs and gunfire sounded.
"I don't know," Fred responded honestly.
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Martin entered Fred's apartment. He was allowed up to drop off the money since Fred let the front desk know abut it. Martin also left a check of twenty-thousand dollars only payable to Fred directly.
I can't believe that Jet bastard's watching Fred's apartment for him. At least he can't touch the twenty-grand 'til Fred comes back. He can blow the cash out his ass. It's only six grand. - Martin.
Martin set the envelop down in Fred's bedroom and turned to leave.
Jet was waiting at the door.
"I left Fred's money for him," Martin said formally.
Jet locked the door behind him.
Martin looked at him incredulously.
"What did you get for this?" Jet asked and flicked a photo in his face.
Martin caught it and looked at it. It was of him in the nightshirt.
"I'm not a hooker," Martin said pocketing the picture.
"Then why did you take it?" Jet emphasised.
"Because I want to be a model," Martin lied, "Fred suggested me taking pictures as a joke for my career choice."
"Do I look stupid?" Jet demanded.
Martin started looking furtively at the door.
"You want to run away?" Jet teased, "run off like the little baby you are?"
Martin seethed as he glared at Jet.
"You are just jealous," Martin threw, "I bet Fred doesn't have your picture."
"Um, he does," Jet revealed, "just that I can't find any of them no matter how hard I look," he continued, "so I guess had is the correct word," he added.
"Oh," Martin said, "I'm sorry," he told Jet.
"For what?" Jet asked, "you throw out what you don't want, it's no big deal."
But the hurt in Jet's voice told Martin otherwise.
"Um, do you like sports?" Martin asked suddenly, "I got two tickets to that big basketball game in New York," he revealed, "the guy said if I didn't come I should give it to someone special."
"I'm special?" Jet asked sarcastically.
"Why are you like that?" Martin asked, "why are you so sarcastic?"
"I used to be nice and open once," Jet told Martin, "until I realized most of your world is based on how you look," he said, "I'm almost 7 ft and lanky as hell," he stated, "I've even had jobs not even to me because of how I look," he continued, "my nicknames are tether pole, beanstalk, skyscraper, ...the only nickname I've gotten that's actually related to a person is giant," he said his voice cracking, "do you know what it's like to be treated like furniture?" he asked Martin, "really gaudy furniture?"
Martin shook his head.
"I hope you never know," Jet responded his eyes tearing, "it's a feeling that can tear you part," he said, "turn you haggard and cold."
Martin took the tickets and put them in Jet's hand.
"You're not furniture," Martin said firmly, "you're a person."
"To who?" Jet asked.
"To us," Prince said angrily stepping in with Stewart, "why didn't you tell us about this?" he demanded his hands filled with shopping bags on his hips.
"I guess...ha, I can't even think of anything," Stewart said blushing, "I guess that's why my nickname is Prince Airhead."
"Hey I've had people call me The Flamboyant Heidi," Prince piped in, "I don't exactly find being called a flashy country girl complimentary."
Jet glared at Prince.
"Do you really think now's the time to whine about stupid nicknames?" Jet asked, "I'm not talking about names that make me feel less attractive or half cute," he snapped.
"Fine it's not mean spirited like airhead or walking eclipse," Prince admitted.
"I was called walking eclipse?" Jet asked in disbelief.
Stewart looked at Prince incredulously.
"Oh yeah...um Prince is going to try on some clothes," Prince declared and ran into the bathroom.
Jet chuckled.
"The guy was an ass whole," Stewart started, "he's..."
"Right," Jet interrupted, "I am the human equivalent of an eclipse."
"Then what are fat people, Earth?" Stewart demanded angrily.
Both Jet and Martin looked at Stewart in shock.
"I mean...mean people are...mean," Stewart said then started to stare at his feet, "espe...especially if they're mean...to you," he stuttered.
Jet's eyes widened at Stewart's words.
He likes me? - Jet
Martin noticed the tickets and got an idea.
"Uh Stewart," Martin said, "Jet has two tickets to that big basketball game in New York," he said using his eyes to pass the hint unto Jet.
"Oh um, would you like...would you like...would you like to go with me?" Jet asked his hand holding out the tickets shaking.
Stewart looked at Jet curiously.
"Why are you shaking?" Stewart asked.
"Oh uh, I don't know," Jet responded.
Martin slapped his hand on his head in disbelief.
Stewart continued to stare at Jet. Then he started grinning. A grin that soon went devilish.
"I have a better game," Stewart said, "want to guess what it is?" he asked digging his hands into the back pocket of his tight jeans.
Martin's eyes widened at Stewart's forwardness.
"But we haven't even..." Jet started.
"You're taking me to Ney York," Stewart interrupted, "we have...to celebrate," he said wrapping his arms below Jet's waist, "you're not going to let my 5'2 body be lonely now, are you?" he asked.
Jet blushed heavily.
"I'm not shy when it comes to talking about sex," Stewart continued, "after all you know that my part-time job is as a...phone sex operator," he said causing Martin's mouth to hit the floor, "and since you're a ghostwriter, maybe you could take notes for when someone asks you to write an erotic novel," he suggested.
"If you're not tapping that Jet," Prince said walking out in a different outfit, "I will."
"Be going back into that bathroom," Jet finished, "now!" he ordered.
"Eep!" Prince cried and ran back in.
"Let yourself out Martin," Jet said lifting Stewart up in his arms, "I have to carry my blonde knight over the threshold."
"You're making me blush," Stewart whined, "and guys carry girls," he added.
"Unfortunately I can't be carried like this Stewart," Jet kindly reminded him.
"Oh," Stewart said blushing heavily, "I forgot."
Martin looked at Stewart incredulously. As kind as he himself was, he couldn't ever forget Jet's height.
"Stewart," Jet said, "you just made me the happiest man alive."
"Huh?" Stewart asked.
Jet kissed him on the head.
"Less talk, more action," Jet said and entered one of the bedrooms.
Martin blinked several times to bring himself back to reality.
"I'm in the twilight zone," Martin said turning to leave.
He jumped upon seeing Prince at the door.
"How did you get those tickets?" Prince asked.
Martin sighed.
"I cook a really good menu," Martin responded.
Prince raised an eyebrow.
"If I give you something," Martin said reaching into his pants pocket, "will you forget you ever asked that question."
"Depends on what you have," Prince responded.
"You ever watched a fashion show?" Martin asked.
"Yes," Prince said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"You ever got ino a Versace fashion show?" Martin asked, "one with with the Versace's actually..."
Prince screamed.
"You can have this ticket if you never do that again," Martin said holding up the ticket.
Prince grabbed it.
"And to ensure you go into style," Martin said flipping his cell phone, "I'm texting someone to come here with a few things."
"Like?" Prince asked.
"A full Versace wardrobe, what else?" Martin responded.
Prince broke into tears.
"I've never had someone be so nice to me," Prince said crying, "I thought after I called you dumb, you'd hate me."
"I got over that," Martin lied not wanting to recall that day at all.
Martin then did the text and left. But not before letting Prince in on his secret job. After which Prince bribed him into preparing salads and sending them to his house on weekends.
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(Evening Time at the Turner Residence)
Timmy sat in his room looking at a picture of Cosmo and Wanda. He still couldn't believe that Martin would sleep with someone (Wanda didn't say who when she told him). Especially after knowing that he's really Cosmo, a fairy with a different life.
Timmy sighed and put the picture away. Just then Wanda poofed in the room. With her was Juandissimo and Remy.
"Juan...Remy!" Timy started then shouted, "he's not welcomed at my house!" he shouted pointing at the rich snobby blonde.
"Hmph, like I'd want to be here," Remy responded to Timmy's attack.
"I have some news sport," Wanda said carefully.
Timmy felt something in the pit of his stomach. Juandissimo poofed in bi-weekly now. Timmy hated seeing him. Despite being mad at Como, he didn't like Juandissimo at all. Even less his godchild Remy.
Both are meant for each other. They each lobe being full of themselves. - Timmy
"Tell him my dear Wanda," Juandissimo said excitedly, "I'm just bursting with happiness!"
Both Wanda and Timmy groaned.
"Long as he grants wishes I don't care how long winded he is," Remy declared.
"Timmy, Juandissimo and I are getting married," Wanda revealed.
"What!" Timmy shouted.
"I divorced Cosmo while he's in absentia," Wanda explained, "I'm sorry, I just can't carry this on anymore."
"But Cosmo loves you!" Timmy shouted, "Martin isn't him."
"I can't do this Timmy," Wanda insisted.
"But this will kill him!" Timmy cried, "the first thing he's going to do when he regains his memory is find you!"
"I know," Wanda said sadly.
"Then why couldn't you wait!" Timmy snapped.
"Ahem," Remy said, "I think you might be..."
"Shut up you rich spoilt brat," Timmy snapped.
Remy's face turned an angry red.
"You think you're so much better than me, don't you?" Remy seethed, "just remember that when my parents lost their money, they poured all their attention on me," he said, "what do your parents need to lose to pay attention to you."
Timmy froze at Remy's words. Then his face darkened.
"My parents care about me," Timmy said breathing hard, "their overprotection of me proves it," he said, "what's your parent's proof, the fact that after spending time with you they went and got their money back?" he countered.
Remy's face filled with hurt.
"Watch what you say about my godchild," Juandissimo snarled.
"What you gonna do?" Timmy asked, "cast magic Wanda will have to undo?"
Both fairies gasped.
"Yeah Juandissimo," Timmy said with a smirk, "she's my godfairy," he said, "you're not Cosmo," he stated, "you can't just up and go live with her."
"Live with her!" Remy shouted.
"No Remy I'll always be there for you," Juandissimo told him, "I promise you that."
Remy still looked worried.
Juandissimo glared at Timmy.
Timmy glared right back.
"Timmy," Wanda said, "you have to respect Juand..."
"No I don't," Timmy interrupted, "in fact, after they leave today I wish neither of them can enter this house without my say so."
"Timmy!" Wanda cried.
"It's a wish Wanda," Timmy said firmly.
Wanda sadly granted it.
Remy slowly got off Timmy's bed.
"Have a good day Turner," Remy said stiffly, "come Juandissimo."
"Bu..." Juandissimo started.
"Come!" Remy roared.
A terrified Juandissimo quickly obeyed.
Wanda turned to Timmy.
"Why isn't anyone happy for me?" Wanda asked.
"Because you did this behind Cosmo's back!" Timmy cried, "no one is going to excuse you for that!"
"Then I guess I'll always live in misery," Wanda said and poofed into her fishbowl.
Timmy watched her sadly.
Why couldn't you have just kept your pants on Co...Martin. - Timmy
Chapter 14
I last updated September 22, and today's September 26, 2007. Unfortunately I can't guarantee anymore quick updates because unfortunately the computer that I use for typing is down. I have no idea when it will get fixed and 'til them I'll just have to update when I can. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter and I hope you'll review this one.