My metal door clunked shut, my bag hit it as it closed. It was freezing inside of my apartment, I hadn’t bothered to pay the heating bill in the last month so they shut it off. I figured that would save me some electric bills too since now I didn’t need my fridge to be on. Smart thinking. That’s what that is (or maybe I’m broke).

“You fucking asshole, what’s your fucking problem?!” An unmistakable voice shouted from above me.

“Leave me alone!” Another similar, raspier…prettier voice shouted back. Their voices were muffled yet still clearly identifiable. I held my breath, but still being the nosy bugger that I am, had to inch towards the stairway to watch a bony boy come thundering, like he weighed 50 pounds more, down them.

Sadly my hiding spot (behind a wall…that faced the stairwell) kinda sucked. Jack spotted me in a millisecond. His brows furrowed and his lips puckered, damn he was pissed. “Fucker.” He mumbled agitatedly, stopping briefly (or did I imagine that?) before rushing the stairs even faster.

Of course I didn’t rush after him immediately. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder first… then was gungho matey. I got to the bottom right as he exited the building. I tried to be nimble, but my bag was slightly bulky, and he was slightly fast, for a skinny kid that is.

His long legs had him out the door, and shoving past people on the side walk as I deserted my bag in the stairwell and chased him, like the dummy that I am.

He turned a corner, precariously close to the street, nearly avoiding a speeding taxi. My throat was closing in and I wanted to throw up from the anxiety of seeing him.

please catch him. Please catch him.

He kept walking fast, I didn't know if he knew I was following him or not. But I needed to see him.

Please don't be mad. Please don't be mad.

He stopped momentarily for a trolley to pass, that was all I needed to catch up. My fingers just barely got register on his sleeve, they hooked like iron and I was dragged along with them. Jack looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I could only imagine what I looked like, hair sticking all over the place, out of breathe from chasing him, and wide eyed with fright. gorgeous.

Some weird feral noise came from his throat and hissed through his nose. Suddenly he was standing and I was on the ground.

"Fuck off Sally."

We both stared at each other. I stood up, and didn't even bother to brush myself off. We paused in stand off, neither moving, both daring the other to talk. This didn't happen often, usually I backed down immediately, tail between my legs. But I couldn't, there was something different (melodramatic much) I couldn't let him win. He always wins.

People were pushing and shoving, and trying to get us to get out of their busy little way. Jack was barely jostled, I almost got knocked down again though, it broke my concentration, for one fleeting second my eyes wavered, just to catch my footing, but it broke the gaze.

"Jack..." I began licking my lips in preparation, but of course they were chapped, and it stung.

He was alone in the forest. Or could have been by his nonchalant expression. Well, seemingly nonchalant, there are certain tell-tale signs to when JAck is ignoring something, the sucking in of cheeks, and the slouching to one side are pretty much dead giveaways. You just have to watch.

"I-I'm leaving...for a while." Miraculously he looked at me. In that 'you little piece of shit, how could you do this to me, life is so unfair, lets all go be emo in the corner and dream of burning your house down.' Or thats what I analyzed from it anyway.

"A...couple of weeks." In all actuality I had no idea how long I would be, I may never come back, depends on how well it goes. Now his lips were pressed in a tight case, the edges were turning red from the pressure, he rest of him showed no change though.

"So, uh, bye." I turned around quickly, hating every prick and pound of the tears I could feel about to embarrass me. One step, and I was done, Jack had a tight hold of my arm, he still was refusing to look at me though. He glared somewhere over my shoulder.

"Bye." He said begrudgingly. In Jack terms, the unwillingness means he's over it, he just wants you to apologize first.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I was hugging the life out of his bony middle. He made a hiccup of surprise, "Goddammit, what did I tell you about hugging?" His snidey-ness was back. We were all good.

"That you love it with all your heart and an arm and a leg?" I smiled cheekily. He coughed a chuckle, pushing me away.

I shouldn't be standing out on the sidewalk. I shouldn't have my bags with me. I shouldn't have agreed to this dumb road trip. I didn't want to leave Jack, as needy and girly as that sounds. We're good, why do I need this again?

A daisy yellow, old fashioned bug pulled infront of my building. The chorus of 'Highway to Hell' leaked out, played entirely by bells. I really hope that's not the horn. Upon seeing Jane fisting the steering wheel so enthusiastically my worst fears were confirmed. This was our ride.

I looked around to make sure no one was watching (I never said they weren't) before, carefully turning a squeaky handle of the passenger seat.

"Hey babe, watch the goods." A big booming saprano warned indignantly.

A man that had to be over 6 feet, was sitting hunched over in the back seat. His dirty blond head was rubbing against the top of the metal trap (sorry, car). He didn't seem too mindful of the cramped conditions, with his big grin.

"Sally, meet Kenny, he let me drive!!"

Oh goodness.

I am so fucking, fucked.

Hi! :) sorry this took so long to get out, originally there was no explanation of how Jack and Sally were friends again, and there was alot more on Jane and Kenny, but I decided that it needed to be different, the next chap can have the cookiness :) haha Kenny is one of my most favorite characters ever, he's major fem. (sorry spoiler XD) (no he's not gay, gooooosh)