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Yey! I’m back! Yes, it’s me: everyone’s favorite character, Jesse!
Xander took over for awhile, though I’m not quite sure what happened there (I wasn’t present, you see), so… I guess I’ll just start the chapter now, hm? We’ll have to rewind a bit, though, from last chapter… so pretty much… just ignore it and pretend it never happened… like me!
The next morning, it had snowed some more, so we were out of school again… Go figure. I called Terry… Friend Terry, not Gross-Creepy-Psycho Terry, but we both agreed that sledding two days in a row would be mind boggling. Not to mention the fact that it was about twenty degrees colder than it was yesterday.
After that enthralling conversation with my more than half-asleep, waste-of-my-self-esteem friend, I went down to the kitchen to eat a bowl of Double Chocolate Chip Cookie Crisp. It’s amazingly good, except for when the mini cookies cut the flesh on the roof of my mouth… and the fact that it replaced the regular Cookie Crisp which was amazing by itself in its delicious cookie-ness.
…
I ramble, okay? Cut me some slack. After having pure sugar for breakfast, I snuck back to my room, trying not to wake my mom because she didn’t have to be up for work for another while. I stole a cordless phone from the counter first, though, and proceeded to call Terry again. He answered the phone with a grunt that sounded more like his dog had answered.
“Hey buddy!” Terry growled at me, apparently he just got back to sleep and I’d woken him again.
“Jesse… what the Hell do you want?”
“Tsktsk! Watch your mouth, you foul young man! Haha: fowl.” Terry growled once more, threatening to hang up the phone. “Nugh! Wait!” I demanded. Despite popular belief, I did have a reason for calling him. “What’s Xander’s phone number? I know you have it ‘cause you invited him yesterday.”
“…Why didn’t you just ask him yourself? Aren’t you two dating or something?” I let out a happy squeal of a giggle, nodding even though he couldn’t see it.
“Yes! We are! It’s it amazing? But, I didn’t ask him because I was distracted and, plus, I didn’t think that that would have been necessary, seeing as I was planning on going to school today… We’re obviously not, though-“
“Which is why I would like to get some more sleep,” he dead-panned, cutting me off.
“Psh! Who needs sleep? Sleep is for losers. Anyway, as I was saying: We’re obviously not going to school, so I need his phone number because I have something very important that I need to talk to him about.” Terry sighed heavily, the over-exaggerated sounds of him climbing out of bed met my ear, and I grinned victoriously.
“I hope you know I’m rolling my eyes at you,” he grumbled, “You and your pathetic-ness.” I giggled because he made up a word, completely ignoring the fact that he was trying to insult me.
“Yeah, I guessed as much… hehe: pathetic-ness, niiice.” Terry growled at me again before spouting off the number I needed and quickly hanging up. I would have been ever-so-slightly insulted if I hadn’t been incredibly hyper. Instead, I barely even noticed.
I dialed my boyfriend’s number then paused. What if someone else in his family answered? That would be really awkward… I bit my lip, steeling myself for an awkward situation because good, un-awkward things don’t happen to me, even if I plan it. Closing my eyes, I didn’t watch as I pressed the ‘Talk’ button and held the phone to my ear. After a few moments, someone answered with a sleepy mumble, which made me have to stifle a giggle. I mean, really, who sleeps at seven o’clock when there’s no school?!
“Ah…. Huh?”
“Hello?”
“…Who are you and why are you calling me?” Xander’s sleep-ruffled voice demanded. I giggled out loud this time.
“Oh! I’m sorry! I thought you’d be up! This is Jesse!” The sound of moving around came through the phone before Xander spoke, sounding much more awake and happy to talk.
“Ah! Jesse! Sorry… I’m not really a morning person.”
“Actually, neither am I….hm… that’s weird,” I mumbled thoughtfully because, really, this is weird. I’m never a morning person… I’m almost as bad as Terry. “Must be those Chocolate Cookie Crisps I had earlier,” I stated, shrugging it off. I could hear Xander chuckling.
“Jesse, you’re crazy,” he replied, though it sounded more like an endearment than an insult.
“Thank yeh kindly. Anyways, I was wondering if you were busy today? ‘Cause your piece of sh- I mean, your truck is still at the park,” I inquired lightly. Xander grunted, sounding mock-offended.
“That vehicle is in perfectly good shape!”
“For a piece of shit.”
“Shut up!” he whined, putting a grin on my face.
“Anyway, do you want me to come pick you up and take you to your ‘truck’,” I asked, using rabbit ears around the last word even though he couldn’t see it.
“Ah…. Sure. When will you be here?” I shrugged; once again, he could not see it… What? I like to talk with body language as well as verbal! It just happens! I can’t stop it!
“When do you want me to be there…? If I left right now I’d probably be there in… a little less than ten minutes?” The question mark meaning ‘less than ten minutes depending on the fact that I still remember how to get there…’ Didn’t I say before that I was the Mary Antoinette of directions? I think I did… and it’s very true.
“Hmm… okay. Just come on over, alright? I’ll see you in a few.” I smiled and nodded… Shut up! Didn’t I say I can’t help it?!
“Okay! I’ll be right over! Bye!” Once he’d repeated my valediction, I hung up. I’m so glad that wasn’t awkward! I could have danced…well; I did dance, but only a little bit! I quickly got dressed before pulling on my coat and shoes and leaving the house. I double checked that my cell phone was in my coat pocket because my mom was sure to call me if she wakes up and finds that I’m not there getting ready to go to school… even though we didn’t have it today. As I was pulling out of my driveway I figured that maybe I should have left a note, but by then… I didn’t feel like going back. She’d call me eventually, anyway.
When I was out on the road, I was relieved to find that even though I’d be in a haze through most of my drive home last night, I seemed to remember where he lived just fine. Thank all that is holy and good for the subconscious, hm?
When I finally pulled up to his house, I started to feel nervous. It was sort of like the feeling I got when I was about to call him earlier. Would I have to meet someone in his family? What if they didn’t like me? I was very scared of that thought because, seriously, who wants their boyfriends family to hate them? Nobody… Unless their boyfriend’s family is full of assholes… then it doesn’t really matter, but I doubt that someone like Xander could have mean relatives.
Gathering my courage, I turned off my car, climbed out, and trekked up the small sidewalk to his front porch. Hesitantly, I rang the door bell, which made an adorable little ring, I might add. After a moment of waiting I heard something that sounded an awful lot like an avalanche and a ‘No Mom! Don’t worry about it! I’ll get the door!’. Wow, that sounds really familiar; I wonder why (note the sarcasm, my dear, dear readers). Another few seconds later, and the door was flung open to reveal…
Boobs.
Giant, scantily clad boobs.
… I think I screamed….
…Yes, I screamed… Then, the boobs screamed, and I realized that the grotesquely sized things were actually attached to something and not… sentient. I wasn’t really wrong in my previous assumption, however. What stood before me was the most scantily clad non-hooker over thirty I’ve ever seen. She smiled widely at me with a wave and cutesy giggle.
“Hi! Who are you? My name’s Monica!” she stated happily, shoving her hand out for my to shake. I did as the giant boobs commanded and shook the hand while I introduced myself.
“Ahhmm…. I’m Jesse Herinn. It’s nice to meet you, M-” It was then that I realized that I don’t know Xander’s last name. He’d never mentioned it. “Monica.” Just then, Xander appeared, hopping on one foot as he tied a shoe.
“Mom… Why don’t you just go back to your breakfast, okay? You’re Pop Tarts will get cold if you don’t eat them soon,” he stated, sounding like he was out of breath. Monica stared blankly at him for a second or two before pouting.
“Aw! But I want to know who this guy is! Is he your friend or Jeremy’s?”
“Mine, Mom.”
“Ooh! Is he your boyfriend?” she asked playfully. Xander only stiffened, not answering; Monica didn’t seem to notice. “Whatever happened to Nathan, huh? He has been around here in awhile, huh, Alex?”
I silently watched the exchange and how Xander continually become more and more uncomfortable. I couldn’t help but feel a bit put off, though. Who the hell is Nathan? Now I know how Xander felt yesterday at Wendy’s.
“He’s… sick…Mom… I’m going now. I’ll talk to you later tonight, okay?”
“You’re coming back so late? Your brother has today off, though! Don’t you want to see him? You could play video games together, like you used to, you know?” That statement seemed to be the straw that broke the camels back, figuratively… Xander is not a camel. His eye was twitching and he set his foot down none too gently, making it seem like he was stomping. He left the house without replying at all, and I had no choice but to follow him. I call out a good-bye to Monica before climbing into my car.
“It was nice to meet you, Monica!”
“See you later!” She called, as if we hadn’t just met and I was going to be coming back tomorrow. What a strange boob-person… maybe she’s an alien from a planet of boob-people.
As I started the car up, I turned to Xander, planning on sharing my boob-esque alien theory but I stopped when I saw his face. He looked like he was about to cry… or hit something… or probably both.
“Hey… Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He jumped slightly, like he’d been lost in his own thoughts.
“Oh…uh…Nothing. I… I’m sorry about my mom. She’s not right in the head sometimes.”
“Oh, I don’t care. Have you met me… and the few people I hang out with? She’s not so bad,” I stated, trying to comfort him even though she had weirded the Hell out of me. My dark-haired beau chuckled lightly, but he didn’t seem to be all that happy. “… Xander I’m serious, what’s wrong?” He looked up at me, looking pained, before looking away.
“Nothing’s wrong. Just drive.” I huffed before putting my car in reverse to back out of the drive way. We were silent the whole way to the park, since I had to concentrate on not swerving off the road because of all the snow and ice and it didn’t seem like Xander was in the mood for talking.
I parked my car next to his truck, but, when he moved to exit, I locked the doors by pushing that nifty little button on the door. He turned to me and gave me a look, but I only smiled at him. It was obvious that he needed some major cheering up, though I had no idea why.
“I’m your boyfriend now, remember?” He gave me a strange look, a look you give someone that just stated the blatantly obvious. “That means that we trust each other, right? Enough to tell the other person what we wouldn’t tell other people. If something’s bothering you… just say it. Even if it’s a secret… who’ve I got to tell besides you, honestly?” I demanded with a grin on my face. A small smile slipped onto his face, and he reached across the console to kiss my cheek.
“That’s what I like about you. You don’t have even the slightest clue what’s going on… You haven’t got the slightest clue about almost anything that involves me… but you’re still here trying to make me feel better. I don’t deserve someone as sweet as you,” he stated. I could feel my face burning, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m not sweet. I’m an evil little demon waiting for an unexpected moment, for when you least expect it so that I can lure you into my evil ways and have you all to myself,” I replied, trying my best to have an evil-looking smirk… I don’t think it worked. He only laughed at me.
“Riiiiight, Jesse. Sure you are.” He didn’t believe me. I huffed, pretending to be offended.
“Well, at least I’m not a boob-alien.”
“…Uh…. What?” Okay, wait. Stop and rewind... Did I really just say that?
“Riiiiight, Jesse. Sure you are.”
“Well, at least I’m not a boob-alien.”
…. Holy heifers, I did! I let out a shaky “Uuuuuuuhhhh…..Nothing!” before laughing nervously. Xander laughed, too, a real laugh this time. Finally! With my goal accomplished, I grinned happily. “So, do you want to do something with me today? I’m not doing anything important.” He looked hesitant before looking sad again. Dang it! It was all for not.
“I… uhm… I think, actually, that I have to do something…”
“Really? You think?” Xander gave me a pleading look. He looked really pathetic, so of course I gave in. I smiled at him and nodded. “Okay, fine, but tomorrow after school, I get you all to myself,” I stated with finality. He smiled weakly and nodded before unlocking his door and opening it. “Hey! Don’t I get a kiss?” I asked pathetically. What? Don’t act like that! If you were the one that got to kiss him, I don’t doubt that you’d be act the exact same way!
The dark-haired goth-boy chuckled at me before giving me what I wanted. After that, he left. He climbed into his piece-of-shit truck and drove off to wherever (probably to take over my story, that jerk!) and let me sitting there. So, I decided to go back home and maybe get some more sleep… or I could just call up Terry and bother him some more. That sounded like fun!
Becks-007: XD No, it's fine. Usually my reviews aren't all that great either. Just me saying the same stuff over and over and over again -nervous chuckle-
HeroXLeaf: I'm sorry! But I had to start taking the story somewhere . I was getting tired of all the fillers. -sigh- I'm glad you liked it, though!
CynicalValentine98: I'm so sorry! I hope that this is better! I think that it's actually kinda long, right? -nervously glances around- I think I like Jesse's POV better, too. I pretty much just think about what's happening to him and write what I think, but Xander is more serious and... dare I say? Emo-esque. I was reading through this story before I wrote this, just in case I forgot anything, and I was laughing for a large portion of it. -grins- I'm glad it makes you laugh! And you'll find out about him later. -wink-
Kakiryu: Well, now I'm making you look bad again, hm? It's a sad thing when that happens. I think it's been over six months since I posted last. -hangs head in shame- I feel really bad about it... obviously. -looks up at A/N and chuckles nervously- It's okay that you didn't review right away. I actually got quite a few review, but you were the third one I got! Ahaha! Yes! It was Xander! You're the first to guess! -gives you some cookies- -grins-
Tizbd: I'm sorry! I had to do it! Yeah, but you waited even longer for this chapter -weeps- I'm sorry! I hope this was better? I know it's all kinda turning into angst, but I don't angsty stories very much so I will try to keep it away from that, I promise! -raises right hand- And don't worry, Xander will not go unpunished for his idiocy. Jesse wouldn't allow that -winks-
sunk batch: Yesh, 'tis Xander. -gives you some cookies, too- Ally comes from Alexander, which is Xander's real name. -grins- Yes, Nathan is his ex, and all will be explained later, I promise... in a chapter that will come to you much sooner than this one did. -looks pathetically guilty-
loud-deadly-silence: I'm sorry! But it'll all makes sense soon! I promise! I like everything like it regularly is, too, so I won't change it anymore.
deepcrimsonfeenix: Aw! I'm sorry I made you wait so long for that last chapter... and this one! I hope you don't forget about this story! That would suck. u.u You're right, though, about Xander, so you get some cookies, too. -grins while handing over the cookies-
TwEeTztheBiZaRrE: Ah! I'm glad you were able to get back on track with it, but I know how that is. I lose track of stories a lot. Especially when the author doesn't write for a long time. -cough- I'm sorry about that! I hope you aren't mad at me!
cutthroat mother effing ninja: Haha! Nice name. Tommy Boy is an amazing movie! I love it! I think it's one of my favorite Chris Farley movies. -le gasp- You don't like Root Beer? That's crazy!... Not that I have any room to talk... but...-cough- Anyways! Aren't they just adorable?! I love it when they flirt; it makes me smile.-nervous laughter- Don't worry, Xander will get what's coming to him. -nods- Thanks for the reviews!
Nicale: -is embarressed- I'm so sorry that I made you wait so long! I hope this is okay? Thank you for the review, oh ye of few words -wink-
Limited Edition: -grins- I'm glad I'm not the only person that was amused by that. Thanks for the tip and for the review!
