Thrax peeked into Ozzys doorway, "Wow..this is...serious" Thrax didnt know what this was! he was actually...concerned for Ozzy. HAS HE GONE MENTAL?~ *le sigh* What have i done, he sighs as he retreats back to his room. Ozzy was pacing around his room leaving Leah voicemails. "Hey it's me again, look he was just playing, it's was a joke he didn't mean anything by it, please forgive me and-" the voicemail cut through, "THE SUBSCRIBERS CELL BOX IS FULL PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER." Ozzy threw his phone in frustration. "It took so long" he thought to himself, "it took almost Frank dying for her to like me..now she's gone" Thrax peeks in the doorway, "Jones." Ozzy just grunted in response. "You hungry? He asked. Ozzy just grunted again and rolled around in the covers. "Well fine, starve" he left to make dinner for himself. Ozzy didn't feel like eating. He just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. Well not die, but he was just really sad. Thrax out the dishes away. "Well he doesn't have to eat but he needs something to drink. "Aye Jones?" Ozzy just stared at him. "I got you something to drink, I don't need you dying in here." He hands him a glass of water and a bottle of bile. Ozzy just looked at him. "I might not know how you two felt about each other but this might make you feel better." "Why are you being so nice to me?" " I don't know, but I can't have you in here all miserable..even if it's at the hands of myself." Ozzy snatched the bile from him and took a swig. "You know, Rose called" Ozzy just looked at him. "Yea she wanted to hang out some time." "I don't wanna go" Ozzy said. "Well..when your hungry there's a plate downstairs for you" he left going back to clean the kitchen. Ozzy looked at the door and sighed, "Thrax". Thrax walked through the house and it felt empty. He didn't want to admit it but he began to like the little cell, he wasn't a complete bother anymore. He might not be buddy buddy with him because after all he stopped him from his record and almost killed him, but overall he was a good person. Thrax sat down with a drink, "735 virus years on this earth and you still mess things up. When will you learn.." He rubbed his face and laid down on the couch.
It was 6 AM and Ozzy trudged out of his room wearing pants, a dirty wife beater and his police jacket crookedly. Thrax had slept on the couch and heard Ozzy get up. "Jones?" "Huh? Oh hey." Ozzy replied. "I know only women apologize but I'm really so-WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Ozzy hasn't moved or eaten in a day or 2. He was all pale and droopy, a serious 5 o clock shadow, and crazy bags under his eyes. Ozzy squints at him. "Oz- I mean Jones, you look awful!" "Thanks" Ozzy replied grabbing a piece or bread and headed towards the door. "You can't just eat a slice of bread, and you aren't going out like that, take a day off or at least tell them you're coming late" "Thanks for your concern but I'm a grown man, I can take care of myself" he left. "Fine, go out there at rot for all I care" he grumbled.
Later that day the house phone rings. "Yo" Thrax answered. "Are you Osmosis's room mate?" "Who's asking?" "Well Jones has come into work and just laid on the floor all day. His shift was over 3 hours ago but he's still laying there staring into space. We might need you to come get him" the chief informed him. Thrax sighed and replied, "fine. I'm on my way." He hung up, grabbed his keys and headed towards the door when he passed the hall mirror. "I can't go out there like this" he takes off his coat, undoes his dreads and puts it in a ponytail. He throws on some sunglasses and kept his left hand close to him to hide his claw. He even changed his voice to an actual person. He drove down to the station, "where is he?" Some of his co workers pointed to a desk he was laying in front of. "Thanks" he scoops him up and hauls him over his shoulder. Ozzy was mumbling something incoherently about Leah. Thrax stopped in front of the chiefs desk, "he might need a few days, he's really..sick." The chief just waved them off. Thrax walks towards his car, "alright, daddy's got ya" he threw him I the back seat. When they got home he tried to let Ozzy walk his own but he just fell into a puddle. Thrax sighed and dragged Ozzy into the house and rolled his eyes. He just looked him over at his limp lifeless form. "OSMOSIS JONES" Thrax barked at him. "Leeaaahhhhh" Ozzy groaned. "YOU WANT LEAH?" "Leeeaahhh?" "THEN BE A MAN AND GET HER!" "Thrax drove Leah away" Thrax stood him up against a wall, "OS *slap* MOS *slap* IS *slap*" Ozzy wasn't fazed, "Thrax made Leah think Ozzy gay. Ozzy not gay, Ozzy wanna cuddle. Ozzy want Leah" Thrax sighed and went to the kitchen and got the biggest bottle of bile they had. "Drink this" Thrax ordered as he shoved it down Ozzys throat. Ozzy just choked and gagged. Thrax got like 2 inches away from his face. "You listen to me and you listen good. You want her? Go get her. If she doesn't want you then you're too good for her. You don't need her, if this is how she's gonna be. Look I'm sorry ok? I don't do this much but I'm sorry. If I would've known you'd end up like a sad nut sack I wouldn't have done it. Do you really want Leah?" "Yeeesss" Ozzy groaned. "Do you NEED Leah?" "Yeeeeessss" Ozzys voice cracked a bit. "WELL GET YOUR PITIFUL ASS UP AND-" Ozzy didn't feel right. He was all sad and lonely, and the way Thrax was talking to him moved something in him, so he kissed him :3 "JONES GET OFF OF ME!" He threw Ozzy off. "Don't leave me Leah!" "What the hell!" He wiped his mouth and spat. Ozzy started walking towards him, "Leeaaahhh" "I AINT YO LEAH, SNAP OUT OF IT!" "Ozzy not gay, Ozzy promise" "I don't got time for this!" He hauled Ozzy into his room and threw him on the bed and locked the door. All the while Ozzy was holding on to his neck screaming for Leah.
"What is Ozzy doing in Thrax room?" Ozzy asked looking around. "This is for you're own good" Thrax slashed Ozzys chest with one of his claws. Ozzy let out a blood curdling scream, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" "WRONG WITH ME? YOU THE ONE ROLLING ON THE FLOOR AT WORK!" "YOU MESSED UP MY RELATIONSHIP THATS WRONG WITH YOU!" "YOUR THE ONE THAT KISSED ME!" Ozzy paused for a second, "I...what?" Thrax just stared at him. "Really?" Thrax narrowed his eyes. Ozzy sat up on the bed and rubbed his forehead, "oh Frank." Thrax sat by him, "you aren't gonna lay one on me again are you?" "Why? Do you want me to faggot?" Thrax rolled his eyes and got up to leave. "Thrax?" "What." "Can you get me something to eat?" Thrax sighed, "sure baby" "and Thrax?" "What." "Thank you" Thrax started for the door again, "no problem". Ozzy stopped him again, "oh and Thrax?" "Yes what is it!?" "I'm sorry." Thrax's face dropped a little. "No I'm sorry" he left for the kitchen. "Woa, boy what have you got yourself into. The cell was so messed up he started rootin for the other team. Sure your not a straight shooter yourself but, how could one prank go this far?" He started to make Ozzy a sandwhich. "Wait a minute... What the hell am i doing making sandwhiches for this fool? I aint got time for this" he started walking back towards his room. "But wait...i did make him loose his girl.. I got something for him." He kicks down his door, "GET YA ASS UP WE GOING OUT!" "Out? Wheres my sandwhich?" "I ate it, come on get ya best slacks out. That Leah girl is gonna wish she never left your side" he rakes back his hair and started to take off his shirt to start changing. Ozzy just sat on the bed staring at his feet. "You can grit out now" Thrax said glancing at him. "But I don't want to be alone" Ozzy mumbled. Thrax stopped midway with his shirt, "what do you mean?" He was all muffled from the shirt. "No no, not THAT way you perv. I just..everyone around me leaves. I dont want you to think im going all mental. But i dont want you to leave me either." clearly from all his abandonnedment in life. Thrax struggled to get out of his shirt. "Well..we're friends right?" Ozzy asked. Thrax finally got out of his shirt, "more or less" "when or if I leave..well still hang out..right?" Thrax say down and rubbed his eyes, "Baby..you stopped me from reaching my ultimate goal, so ill never be 100 with you. But other than that, your a okay guy. These past weeks with you have been-" at that moment the doorbell rang.
Thrax signed and got up to answer it. Rose was outside waiting. Thrax opened the door still shirtless, "sup, why are you here? I thought we weren't gonna meet with Tar till later." Rose looked at him wide eyed. Even though being friends with him for year she hasn't seen him like this. She wasn't attracted to him, just a little shocked. "Oh uhh..I just thought I'd..uh.." Thrax rolled his eyes, "females. Come in then" "Geez why is it always hot in this joint?" "I'll tell you what I told Jones, don't like it? Strip" "Mind if I get some water?" "Knock yourself out" he said as he sat on the counter, "hey can I ask you something?" "Sure, what's on your mind?" "Do you...like Jones?" "What? Officer? Hess nice kid but uh.." "I can bread you like a book baby. Well he's single now I rather not get into that, but he's..really out of it right now." "Oh that's bad, what's wrong with him?" "Hes so shooken up, he doesnt even want me to leave the room." He started pacing and rambling, "And i didnt mean it for them to break up, and i tried to get him to get her back, but he kissed me and-" "Woa woa woa, back that gravy train up he what?" Thrax kept rambling just letting anything fly out of his mouth, "HE KISSED ME, AND THAT SAD PART IS, I DIDNT ENTIRELY HATE IT AND" he gasped aware of what he just said. "spit." Rose tood there entirely wide eyed till her eyes nearly popped out of her head and looked at her cup of water. ... She threw the water on him. "What the hell is wrong with you!" Thrax exclaimed. "Me?! Do you have any idea what you just said?" "I KNOW I KNOW I just didnt think itd get like this?!" He groaned and sat back on the counter. Rose sighed, "Thrax...what happend happend." She sat on the counter with him, "Cant change dat now can ya? Youve learned from your mistakes havent ya?" "Yea..i guess" "Just relax and let things take its course, im sure Officer in there has already forgotten about it. He didnt mean it, he didnt mean for it to mean anything." Thrax looked for a towel to wipe himself off, "Well.. i guess your right.." "I am right.." "Who said?" "Are your eyes green?" "Yes" "Then im right. and besides everyone has," she let her eyes wonder while talking unknowingly, "weak moments" "I aint weak" "Your not, but everyone as those...sculpted..toned..thick..traps, and pecks..and..uhhhhh" Thrax rolled his eyes and smiled, "Females.." Hethrew the towel he was using at her and walked towards his room, "You can wait out here if you want." Rose chunked the towel back at him but it hit the floor before it got to him, "Will do." Thrax started walking to his room mumbling, "Females these days, act like they aint seen a real man in there life." He smiled and shook his head, "Hehehe, females." He opened his door, "Yo Jones, you still in here?" Ozzy called from his own room, "nah, I'm in here" Thrax stood in Ozzys doorway, "well get dressed, I have something for you" "I guess" he started undressing. "WOA WOA YOU COULD WAIT TILL IM OUT OF THE ROOM HUH" "You could look away, no ones asking you to look" Rose stood there behind them, "Does anyone where a shirt in in this house?" Ozzys eyes widened, "ROSE! I uh..." "Save it Officer, your not the first topless thing ive seen today." She walked into the living room. "Not the first topl-" Thrax shrugged and went to his room.
He got his best trench coat and attempted to iron it but his claw kept getting in the way so he just heated up his claw and like, burned it straight. Rose walked into his room silently, "Yo" Thrax got startled and fired up his claw ready to slash anything. "Woa, woa big daddy chill out heh?" Thrax was only wearing his pants "ironing" his shirt and jacket, cause hes just spiffy like that :) "What are you doing in here?" "What? cant talk to a friend?" "Im not dressed" "Remember when we were kids and our parents made us bathe together?" "what?" "It aint no different, all thats changed is you worked out and i got these girls" she smiled and poked at her boob. Thrax cracked a smile, "Pfft, what ever. What do you want?" "Well.. You know Jones right?" Thrax rolled his eyes, "Ive been living with him for almost a month, he lives down the hall from me and practically made out with the kid, yea i know him." "Shuddup, Well..hes a really cool kid and i think-" "You like him" "Whad? na na, i didnt say that. I would just...probably like to know him better." She stood up and helped Thrax iron his shirt, "He just broke up with his girl and im pretty sure he wouldnt wanna be surrounded by testosterone lest you want a recap of what happened." She giggled. "Shut up, of course i dont." She continued ironing,"Well, maybe...i could hang out with him..like..alone." Thrax's eyes widened the narrowed, "Weeeell Rose wants to play cops and robbers with Jones doesnt she?" Rose started to blush, "What? No!" "Oh yes you do, you wanna play with his night stick and turn on his flash light!" He nudged her arm laughing. "NO WAY!" "You want him to use his handcuffs and tell you, you have the right to remain silent!" "NO! Wait...what?" "Cause id be in the other room baby HAHAHAHAH!" "Ugh!" She pushed past Thrax. He caught her by the arm. "Wait wait.. are you..serious?" "About what?" "about us bathing together when we were little! HAHAHAHA!" "Oh shut up!" "Of course at that age i didnt have these," he flexed his muscles. Ozzy had been listening outside the door. "Rose?" Rose examined Thrax's body, "impressive, well at that age I didn't have these!" She started to lift up her shirt. "NO NO NO NO" Thrax exclaimed putting his hands up. "I thought so. But please, dont breath a word from this to Jones." He hears Ozzy outside the door and smiled, leaning down to get eye level with her, "Oh baby your word is save with me." "Thanks. "No problem, i suggest you leave now or leave with your face redder than your hair" She put her hands on her hips challengingly, "Oh really? What makes you think that?" "Hmph, your choice warden. Besides i gotta a few words for you" "Shoot."
"Well, remember when-" he removed his pants and goes over to his closet to get another pair, "when i told you when Jones, kissed me, and that i didnt entirely hate it?" Ozzy was still outside listening. "He what?" He whispered. "Yea what about it?" Rose asked. "Well..its been rolling around in my brain all day. And remeber when we went to Carpal Tunnel?" "Yea?" "And you remeber that guy that crossed us?" "Yes, yes, what are you getting at? Whats with all these questions?" "...Do you think im..gay?" Her eyes widened. "...Well..no. Id never think that. Besides, youve been hooking up with girls havent you?" "Yea, not recently. Ive been keeping Jones in line and stuff." "Well, how about when we go out tonight how about you bring a lil honey home?" Thrax turned to her in surprise, "You actually WANT me too?" "What? A person cant get laid in this house anymore?" He chuckled, "true, should we even be talking about this?" "Ive seen every side of you, this is no wierder than that night senior year when you got plastered and resulted in us dating for a while." He rubbed the back of his neck, "Oh...yea.." "Besides, your like a brother to me; so theres nothing about you i dont already know" "Oh really?" "Your 735 in virus years, your last name is Roja, and freshman year you had a crush on your math teacher. Your middle name is Spanish for Deathly Disease. When you were 16 you accidently burned down your kitchen. Your first kiss was actually with me under the swings in 6th grade, you have a thing for dark haired chicks, You have a thing for fire that borders on the erotic , you named your claw "baby" and on our 7 date, you nearly burned a hold into my parents couch." "HEY, hey. im 734 in virus years, get it right. and yes, Mrs. Sally (salmonella) what a hot piece of ass. Dont remind me" "you havent changed a bit...you can put your pants on." "What?" He looked down and saw he was in his underwear, "Oh, yea." He put on his pants slowly to avoid ripping them with his claws. In the process he could feel Rose staring at him. "Uh,, can i help you?" He asked. "What? Huh, i was just..cooking..dinner." "Theres not even a stove in here." "Well, it sure feels like it. Must you be so hot?" Thrax raised a brow. " No no! not like that! I meant- ugh, your impossible..mind if I take my sweat shirt off" "Be my guest" he picked up his shirt and starts putting it on gets stuck again. Rose sighed at how pitiful he was and offered to go help, "I dont see how you function" Ozzy was about to leave from the door until he heard heavy breathing. Rose was struggling with Thrax to get his shirt on, "Just move your arm..no...then move that one...ugh, Thrax your so retarded..." "Hey, i cant help my well endowed appendeges get in the way baby" "Ugh, here just take it all the way off and start over." Ozzy whispered, "What the hell are they doing in there?" "Well move your ass and i will" Thrax told Rose. "Ugh, just give it to me" Rose sighed. "Ugh, here get on the bed so your above me." "Why is it so big?" Rose whined referring to his shirt size. "Hey i cant help that" Ozzy started getting weirded out. Rose struggled to pull off his shirt and falls back on the bed. "Ok, just sit on it and ill take care of it" "Oh no, you already got it in that far" "Is it on all the way?" "No just gotta get it over" she struggles to put it over Thrax's head. "I aint got time for this," he pushed Rose off him and pulled his head through the shirt, "See was that so hard?" She llooked at him in suprise at how he just pushed her off him so easily, "Jeez its thick" "I work out, pass me my coat would you?" Rose was breathing a little hard from fighting the shirt on Thrax as she passed it to him. "Clearly. Hey Imma call Tar, he shouldnt be too far away." "Aight, go tell Jones were ready" he straightens his coat. "Your such a pretty boy" she commented as she walked out to find Ozzy.
"Yo, Jones were almost ready." She stops at his door way, "Yo, you got saline in your ears? lets goo" Ozzy walked over to her and looked her up and down, "Well, sounds like you and Thrax had a good time" "Oh it wasnt that good, he was really thick and forced himself in it." Ozzy gave her a look. "What? NO! hahaha, i was helping him put on his shirt. He kept getting tangled in it. So um..." She walked into his room and sat on the end of the bed, "What are you doing next week. i thought we'd hang out. You know without spit for brains in there..like as friends." "Oh..uh.. I dont think im doing anything. Thrax told the cheif to give me a few paid personal days, so i guess im free. Well, what do you wanna do?" "We can go see a movie if you want.. or you know lunch" "Lunch sounds good..Um so what are we doing tonight? Thrax said he has something for me." "Knowing him it could be anything. Welp, you ready to go?" Ozzy grabbed his wallet and badge, "Yea" Rose thought about what Thrax said about them playing "cops and robbers" and blushes. Ozzy looked back at her, "You okay?" "Hm? Oh..um yea im straight. Lets go.."