George, Queen of Sweets (Jack)

[Georgina Speer]

George lay on her back, awkwardly straining her neck to look at the laptop that sat on her belly. It was more comfortable than it looked. Anyway, she was mindlessly scrolling through Tumblr and letting out the occasional laugh as Japanese music fell out of her speakers when -

BAZINGA!

- her phone went off. She let out a sigh of annoyance as she heaved her laptop off of her top, wrenched herself up into a seating position and smacked her hand down on her phone. Sluggishly, she reeled her arm back in to bring the phone to her face. She honestly couldn't be bothered with anything or anyone today, she just wanted to slob about with her sweetsand vegetate on the internet. She unlocked her phone and opened her messages,

To: Me

Message: GENIE! I DEMAND SWEETS! CHOP-CHOP!

From: Unknown Number

She read the message and smirked a little at her phone. This was obviously the goofball who tricked her into giving him a million wishes. She quickly opened her contacts and added his name before going back and replying,

To: Jack McAwesome, his royal buggeration

Message: I feel bad for you, I do, but I don't know where you are and I can't be bothered to move right now.

(Outfit)

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack was huunnnnngggrrrrryyyyy…but so very lazy. He felt too comfortable lying on top of his bunk staring at the celling, taking a brief moment away from the usual insanity that infested the halls of the hammel institute. (and may or may not be fantasizing about a certain Mrs. Harlow) But of course. The familiar pangs of hunger intruded on his thought process.

Sure, if he wasn’t so lazy. He might have got off his well defined ass and found his own damn food. But the last time he tried that, he ran afoul of big old crazy Oriel and ended up tied to a chair in a quite unprovoked attack of the higher order.

But then it occurred to him, why did he feel the need to do anything when he had his own personal genie that would wait on him hand and foot if he so desired. With this in mind Jack set to work texting the girl he had destroyed in a game of pool and eagerly awaited her respond.

When his phone beeped and bopped to life, Jack quickly picked it up and had to laugh at her response. Aw, it was almost funny! She still thought she could talk her way out of this, how precious! Jack quickly to work replying as his more then experienced danced across the keypad

To: Magical Hat lady.

Message:Wow. A plus for effort, Really you almost had me there, and you would have got away with it….IF you didn’t tell me that your Power thingy was tracking! Come find me and fork over the brown and sugary….(No, not THAT kind of brown…Get your mind off of the gutter) Hurry! I’m wasting away, I’m all skin and bones, I haven’t eaten for so long….I can’t breath…is that a bright light?! Granny? Is that you?! Hurry George before I’m compelled to go to the light regsfvfssszzzzzzzz”

[Georgina Speer]

BAZINGA!

George had been holding her phone in her hand, flipping it over and over, looking at the ceiling. While she had waited, she had pulled out her bag of sweets and found a lollipop (or two) and both now stuck out of her mouth. One was strawberry and the other was apple; it was an interesting taste, and she kind of liked it. She swiftly unlocked her phone and read the long message that Jack had sent.

She laughed from amusement, and from anxiety. OK, so she was a bit caught there. She thought about it for a second but honestly, she wouldn't mind seeing him again. He had been pretty awesome company before, and now she had an opportunity to see him again. Why pass it up? She closed her eyes and remembered his face, his eyes, hair, nose, mouth, lips; just everything! She saw the image of him, looking at the ceiling of his dorm, phone in hand.

Hold up, dorm?

She hadn't seen him on the co-ed dorm floor. She looked around a little in her tracking vision, but only for a few seconds. She didn't want to fall into a situation like she had before with Oriel. It had been funny and all, but she was still occasionally confused because of it. No bueno.

She came out of her tracking vision and sighed. He lived in the boy's dorms. There was no way she would ever get up there, let alone to his room.

To: Jack McAwesome, his royal buggeration

Message: OK, smart guy, and how do you suggest I get to your dying self? For what I saw, you're just lying there, bored, doing shit all. And you're in a boy's dorm, how do you suggest I get up there? You could always just flop off of your bed and heave yourself to the first floor, unless you have a genius plan?

She smirked nervously as she hit send. She was slightly begging that he didn't force her to go up there.

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack was a patient man when he wanted to be, he was in no hurry to hear George’s reply. As he waited he bobbed his head up and now to the music in his head, flopping his feet back and forward and clicking his tongue against the roof on mouth, all the while playing with the golden celtic cross that never seemed to leave his neck. Until sure enough.

*Boop*

There it was, Jack happily flicked open his phone and quickly scanned through the text message.

Jack couldn’t help but smile, Say what you will about George, Jack did enjoy the oh-so witty banter between the two, he was quite looking forward to the pleasure of her company. Jack was a little taken aback aback when she reviled that she could see everything Jack was doing. Jack took a moment to gaze upward half expected to see the face of George staring back at him from the ceiling. Jack lingered a little before repaying to the text.

To Magical hat lady


Message:“You can see me?! Ok, How many fingers I’m I holding up right now?”

Took a moment to rearranged his body, twisting it sideways and putting his hand on his hip in a parody of super model lounging on a sofa sexily, before waving his middle finger in the air and letting a Chester grin break though. He kept this pose while he texted with his free hand.

“…I could come up to you. But I’m so lazzzzzyyyyy!!! Besides of course I have a genius plan! I’m not just a insanely handsome face y’know. I’m lucky remember? So that’s means you should have no problem getting me, and even if you do. Just say you’re VERY confused about your sexuality! Your name IS george after all. So grow a pair of balls and get your gender confused ass over here! (and no looking at me while I’m in the shower.)

[Georgina Speer]

George pulled her laptop back onto her lap and posted to Tumblr about the whole situation; it was too funny, she had to let the world enjoy it too! Her phone sat next to her silently for a few minutes. Maybe he decided to stop texting her? Maybe he'd given up? The idea confused her. It made her happy that she might not have to move, but it felt like her heart fell a little. She was enjoying herself, no matter how much she tried to sound annoyed by it all.

~BAZINGA~

With lightening reflexes, she grabbed her phone, almost knocking her laptop to the floor, which she caught with her left hand, but only just. She stopped for a moment, took a breath and moved the laptop slowly this time. Her lollipops were quite small now, so she pulled off the remaining orbs of candy and threw the sticks into a plastic bag full of wrappers. Pulling sour gummy worm out of her penguin drawstring bag, she finally unlocked her phone and put the worm in her mouth, sucking on it.

How many fingers was he holding up? Seriously? She read that first line and took up the challenge. Memorizing his features and name again, his image came into view... she fell back to reality from a lack of concentration and the overload of laughter he brought on. He was... and he... OH GOD she just COULD'NT stop laughing! She didn't care about her roommates, it was too hilarious! She read the rest of the message once she could breath properly again, but just as she was calming down, she began to laugh again as the rest of the message. He could probably hear her from how loud she was being.

To: Jack McAwesome, his royal buggeration

Message: Very classy, good sir. Now put your middle finger away, before Santa gives you coal for Christmas. I'll come in a minute, don't you worry (poor baby). I just have to gather my supplies and put my boobs in the wardrobe so people will believe that I'm a guy. Do you need anything else while I'm scurrying around, you lazy bugger?

She giggled as she hit send, and played with the thought of tracking him some more. She knew that she shouldn't, but... she didn't actually have to get anything. She was still dressed, she just needed to put her shoes on and get out the door.

She fell into temptation and began to track him again. What? She couldn't help it.

[Jack McCarthy]

Thank God, Jack was such an experienced texter. That pose wasn’t example the most comfortable position in the world and he was beginning to feel practically numb when he finally did press send, he instantly put down his arm and shook it a little grimacing just a little trying to get the blood flowing through his arm before he moved to a more comfortable position and stretched out like a cat. But Just as he joints stopped hurting…

*Bloop!”

Well someone is certainly on the ball today! Old George was quick a capable texter herself, maybe once she gets down her Jack could challenge her to a text off…if it his probability manipulation didn’t guarantee he would win.

But she was coming down, yayyy. Jack was pleased! After the week he had been having he needed to see a friendly face. Jack frowned in concentration, thinking if he needed anything else before texting

To: Magical hat-lady”

Message:Thanks you kindy, Lady George. I aim to please. Oh and don’t worry about santa. Trust me. I’ve more then earned a lifetime supply of coal. Also is that another power? Detachable boobs, you’re just full of surprises aren’t you? Anything else I need? Hmmm…Nothing much; A jetpack, world peace, I’ve always wanted a monkey butler. But failing that I’m good. See ya soon.

The moment he pressed send he realized something; He’s been wearing the same shirt for the last day and a half. (Not to mention the fact he had slept in it the last few nights) Jack had been a little distracted with the events of the last few days, to think about clothes, but he suppose he SHOULD make an effort, to make sure George didn’t die from the smell of his dirty shirt. Urg, effort. Reluctantly Jack got off the bed and in one smooth motion took it off to reveal his naked torso. He absentmindly throw the shirt in the corner not caring about the mess and made his way to his collection of clothes. Bur before opening it, he took a moment to admire his shirtless pale thin, yet good looking self in the mirror.

It should be a crime to be so pretty….

After he was finished gazing lovely at the work of art that was his body he finally opens his closet and picked the first clean shirt he could find
and made his way back to the bed waiting the arrival of George and food!

[Georgina Speer]

OK, this was creepy. Watching Jack as he reacted to her text and replied was pretty damn creepy. Seeing the facial expressions, every movement, everything, it all screamed CREEPY! She heard the familiar noise of her phone going off a few seconds after Jack hit send, but since she had been expecting it, she wasn't distracted by it enough to leave the vision. She watched him jump off of his bed... wait, what was he -oh damn. That was one fine body. She could practically feel herself drooling in real life. She stayed long enough to see him admiring himself in the mirror for a while. Modest, much?

She kind of fell out of her tracking, and backwards onto her bed. Of course, using it had consequences; she really needed to get a trainer sooner or later. Her head began to throb, so she dug around her drawers until she found some ibuprofen, which she swallowed dry. She turned off her music and picked up her phone with her right hand, rubbing one of her temples with her left.

Sarcasm dripped from his words like treacle, dear dear.

To: Jack McAwesome, his royal buggeration

Message: The monkey butler's a possibility, I'll have to ask mine if he's OK with living with you. Other than that, I think I'll just be giving you those sweets. See you soon, you sloth ;P

She locked her phone and put it on the bedside table again. It was time to get ready.

George went up to her full length mirror and had a look at herself. There was no way she was going to get on the boy's floor dressed like that, even if it was a bit plain for her tastes. She took out the earrings and looked again. That wouldn't work either. She got to work on a whole new outfit to get her up there. After finding her most baggy and masculine items of clothing and putting them on, she felt like the whole look needed something to finish it, to top it off. That was when she had a light-bulb moment; her brother had sent her some fake mustaches at some point, saying he had no need for them. After a few minutes of rummaging, she found the packet and ripped it open, pulling out one mustache along with the glue it came with. She put it on and looked in the mirror; she made a satisfactory guy. The sports bra definitely helped with that. Smiling at herself, she quickly packed up her laptop into it's bag and moved all of her sweets into a plain black drawstring bag, the penguin one was too sweet and cute for a guy to have.

And, kitted up and ready for war, she set off.

(Outfit)