Fulfilling the second wish (Jack)

[Georgina Speer]

In her amazing disguise, George walked down the halls of the boys' dorms nonchalantly, as if she was supposed to be there. Which she wasn't of course. Occasionally nodding at someone in greeting and the like, she quickly reached Room 504; Jack's dorm, if she had seen it correctly. She took into account the possibility of one of his roommates lurking around and just hoped that no-one else was there. But, just in case, she decided to quickly devise a plan. If anyone asked, she -he was... George... Reeps. And... he was one of Jack's old friends, and he was gonna surprise him with a visit? It sounded legitimate enough to her, so with a small shrug of her shoulders, she let herself into the room.

The common area was empty. She sighed with relief and walked over to the third door on the right, his bedroom. She felt a small knot in her stomach which held her back from from knocking at first. She tried to ignore the tension that had suddenly appeared, although she found it quite strange. She had been fine when she had been walking down the hallway with her fake mustache, and she'd been alright when she'd entered his dorm, but something as little as knocking on his door was holding her back? That was... ridiculous. Petty, even. All the same, she was nervous, so she felt the need to track him to check that he wasn't about to jump her or something, and sure enough, he was simply lying on his bed, waiting. He was being pretty patient about the whole affair.

Coming out of the vision, she came face to face with the door again, but her sudden awareness didn't give her enough time to recover from the shock and... she fell head first into the door. She was less than a metre away, so she wasn't hurt, but she was slapping herself inwardly for mucking up already. The thud had probably given her presence away, so she just stood there. In the short time she had left to wait, she open the drawstring bag and grabbed a stick of her favourite gum, strawberry flavour, and popped it in her mouth. It reminded her of the events earlier that day, where Dawn had cut half of her hair off because of the gum. Of course, all of it was tucked up into her hat at that moment, but if she took the hat off, Jack was sure to make a comment.

This was probably going to be an interesting meeting.

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack bounced up and down on his bed, his mouth practically salivating at the thought of the precious sweets that were about to come his way. Why the hell didn’t he do this years ago? Seriously, it’s the most convenient thing in the world to have, not to mention it was incredibly handy to have when you have a craving for a fix. Need food? Call George. Need drinks? Call George. Need a monkey? Call George. Ok that part about the monkey butlers probably wasn’t true but damn it Jack wanted it to be so. Don’t crush his dreams of a monkey butler

Jack’s daydreams about his new monkey friend was interrupted by quite a loud thug against his door. Odd. Since when did people only knock on a door once, Jack would have gave the matter a little more thought, if he wasn’t overcome with the excitement at the prospect of candy.

Like it was Christmas morning Jack instantly leapt out of bed with all the excitement of a three year old.”Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy” Jack muttered as he race between the distance between the his bed and the door.

When he opened, he couldn’t help but snigger a little at George’s appearance. Wow.Talk about overkill, she did look quite mainly but at the same time completely ridiculously, Did she not realize that Jack’s luck would have never allowed her to be caught. Before George could respond Jack grabbed her by the shoulders in the direction opposite the door “OI!” Jack said in a loud booming voice “ A GIRL! RIGHT HERE! THIS IS A GIRL AND SHE'S GOING INTO A DORM ROOM!”

Jack paused a little to see if there was a reaction. Not even a mummer. “A GIRL…GOING INTO A BOYS DORM…NOT GIRL DORM….ANYONE GOING TO STOP THIS AWFUL HORRIBLE CRIME?!” For the reaction they got they might as well have seen a tumble weed go by. Jack smiled in victory, clearly making his point clear “Luck, remember, but nice touch with the moustache” Jack sniggered as he stepped back to allow George to enter

[Georgina Speer]

She heard the small murmurs from his room and the footsteps that bounced on the floor, and she couldn't help but giggle, it sounded adorable. The door opened and his face was amused almost instantly, but that was the point of her ridiculousness anyway! She raised her eyebrows and was about to salute in a silly fashion, when he GRABBED her shoulders and began SHOUTING! She felt like she should've expected this, but all the same she felt annoyed and worried. She tried not to show it and looked around awkwardly, expecting the SSS to come swooping through a window, but oddly enough, nothing happened. He hollered again, and still.. nothing. "Huh." She looked at the boy as he explained himself. Yeah, he had good luck, but that... that was bloody ridiculous.

"Thank you, mustaches are my specialty." She stepped into his room, and it looked... practically like hers, but like a boy lived in it and not a girl, which was the case. She nodded in a kind of approval at her surroundings, ignoring any odd scents or the like that she came into. "Sorry about the Monkey Butler, Jeeves loves me too much to leave me." She smirked and walked over to the bed and dropped her laptop bag by it, and placed her drawstring bag of goodies on the bed, sitting next to it. Pulling on the opening, the entrance widened until the gold mine of sweets was clear for all to see. She signalled inside of it, "My secret stash. Well, it's not so secret anymore." Inside was a mixture of gummy bears, gummy worms, lollipops, mini Maoams, bubble gum, (in seperate, singular packets) jawbreakers and, of course, pear drops. There were some other, random sweets that lay around in there too; practically anything you could find in a pick and mix was in that bag, she just cared more about some sweets over others. She loved her boiled sweets more than anything. Everything sat loose in her bag, so some gummy bears had sour powder on them from the gummy worms, etc. etc.

She quickly reached into the bag and pulled out a pink pear drop, popping it into her mouth. It made her speech a little funny, but it was TOTALLY worth it, "Take what you want, just... don't touch my pear drops." She didn't know why she liked them so much, probably because so many other people didn't enjoy eating them, so there were usually more for her! But she had never shared her pear drops with anyone, she loved them too much.

"Oh!" She grabbed her laptop bag and began to unzip it, "I brought gadgetry, just in case you wanted to watch porn, or whatever it is the guys do on the internet." Jack was one lucky guy, she didn't let many people touch her precious baby, but she decided to make an exception. She'd also brought it because she had video games she could go onto if she got bored and he forced her to stay or something. She was prepared for anything!

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack was seriously impressed with Georgie attire. Sure it was seriously unnecessary and pretty much all together pointless in every possible use of the word, but Jack was impressed by commitment to the role, and her apparent skill to slip into any disguise she so desires. Jack seriously needed to test the limits of her abilities. If he could find some kind of club for 1880’s fancy gentlemen, it might finally give him a change to wear a tophat and monocle….possibly one of old timey cigarette holders.

Jack threw on a mock look of disappointment when George told him she had failed to bring her a monkey butler before shrugging her shoulders “It’s probably for the best…I have bad habit of throwing my poop at monkeys needless to say I’m banned from all locals zoos”

Jack’s jaw practically dropped to the floor when George revealed her hidden treasures that lied within her bag, Ok, scratch that first part. This was the impressive! He had never seen such a large and varied collection of sweets in his life. Jack looked at George. “I think…I love you.” Without wasting a moment Jack began to paw through her collection quite happily “Holy shit! You have everything in here! I haven’t seen this much candy, since I was ten years and made sure to bring TWO costumes with me. Of course, the other kids just beat me up and took it all…Like every year” Jack muttered with a roll of his eyes, of course he didn’t mention the aftermath of his dad screaming at him, for not standing up to them and fighting…

Nor the fact that dad slapped Jack a few timesfor his troubles either…

“…But yeah, you can keep the pear drops. Anything with pears in them are pure evil”

Jack nodded her approval at the reveal of George’s laptop. “More or less yeah. What I like to do is to give links to unsuspecting victims, oh really fucked up stuff. Like say They’re expecting like a picture of a cat or something but instead they find themselves on “Chicks with dicks.com” Or something to do with poop. The looks on their faces. Priceless.”

[Georgina Speer]

"Understandably. Poop is a vicious weapon, very unrelenting." She nodded in mock agreement with a 'serious' look on her face. Poop was... a very serious matter. It was also a disgusting subject, but there were worse things in the world to talk about, like dying children or something.

George smiled as she showed her appreciation for that look on his face. “That… That right there?” George raised her hands together tightly before she slowly expanded it in a blowing up motion, copying exactly what Jack had said to her during their pool game from quite a few days back. “I know mind equals blown right?" She smirked and winked, but when he said... those words, her face threatened to follow suit of his. Her brain shut down a bit, even though she knew he was talking about the sweets and he was only mucking around, but even so, she had to force her smile to stay glued to her face and let out a small awkward laugh. She tried to concentrate on what else he was saying, and that time, she let her face fall. He was beaten up EVERY Halloween? Why... why would someone beat up a kid? Yea, he seemed a little... obnoxious at times but that was no reason to hurt him! She stayed silent, not sure of what to say, whether to try to comfort him or whatever, but all she did was just look at him and his eyes. He had been through so much more than he seemed to let on, and she respected him a little more for that. Since she was still thinking of his past (and possibly present) situation, she only replied absent-mindedly when he spoke again, with an "OK, whatever." which fell out of her mouth as a mumble.

As George was listening to Jack ramble on about trolling people on the internet, she got distracted again, but this time, but something physical. Her head was really itchy... no. She had to refrain from taking her hat off. She knew it would only be a light teasing at most but she wasn't in the mood to think of too many comebacks. But still... the itch was getting stronger and stronger and, "Must be, hold on." She quickly whipped off her hat and scratched the bit of her head which had been irritating her, and thankfully, it stopped after a few seconds, but at that point, she realixed there was no point trying to hide her hair; it was out in the open now. It was in a pretty boyish cut, falling just to the end of her chin in height and cut in an almost zig-zag like pattern, from the way the red-head had used her scissors. George was still deciding whether or not she liked it.

She put her hat back on, not commenting about her hair, but leaving dangling down. She pulled her laptop out and opened it up; it was still on Tumblr. She looked up at Jack and signalled to the bag again, "You can take what you want, then." She noticed that the page she was on was the one where she had been talking about Jack and the whole genie thing. She went to close it as quickly as she could when... her computer froze. So now her message was frozen on the screen. "No, no no no!" She hit the keyboard, "Damn it!" That was the first time that it had broken in ages. She growled in annoyance and pushed it out of the way, turning to her sweet bag and rummaging for something to chew to take her aggression out on. She eventually recovered a hand full of gummy bears and gummy worms and take one and threw it in her mouth. She turned to look at Jack, "Sorry, hasn't happened in a while. Just..." She wanted to be careful with her words, if her got too curious, he would as what she was hiding, and then he would see it and then... well, she would be screwed. "... um, don't look at it."

BRILLIANT JOB, GEORGE. Just brilliant.

[Jack McCarthy]

“You’re an expert are you?” Jack noted as Georgina concerned with his assignment that popp was one of the deadliest weapons in all the world “I thought as much, you have poop flinger written all over you….hopefully not in poop though, that’ll just be…weird” Jack said quite seriously agreeing, and why wouldn't he be? Poop was a very important issue. Poop flinging was sure to become a epidemic if George and Jack didn’t hammer out a solution soon. The world depended on it!

If Jack noted Georgina’s odd reaction to his mock declaration of love, it might have caused him to question it, fortunately for Georgina Jack was too mesmerized by her wonderful collection of goodies, to take notice, Also he was so excited that he may have revealed more then he intended to about his past. If he was thinking clearly he would have NEVER told anyone that he was more thinking out loud then speaking to Georgia, and he certainly didn’t mean to make her uncomfortable, Jack didn’t expect any need for comfort, he was over it….well…he was more or less over it.

Jack riled though the bag like a badger going through a garbage can, throwing a few pear drops Georges ways before emerging with both hands full with it all manner of candy in big heaps. He turned in the direction of Georgina , with a raised eyebrow as she seemed to be in a little discomfort, and Jack once again had to force himself not to laugh out again at George’s new haircut…if she was honest it kind of suited her. Despite it jagged edges Jack liked it must better then her longer hair. “Ok, I’m sorry but I have to ask….Do you have a penis? Because the evidence is really piling up against you. You’re name is George, you have facial hair, THAT haircut, detachable boobs. I mean it’s clear you have some gender issues”

Jack smiled and gestures to his hands full of candy. “I’ve already have” as she made her comfortable on his bed, before started to hammer away at her keyboard to Jack’s amusement and before George could even finish her warning not to look at her screen. Jack had taken a running divebomb onto his bed landing right beside George and snatches George’s laptop off her. “Oh my god, it’s pictures of your penis isn’t it? I fucking knew you had one! Jack took a moment to read through her blog post before turning to George in shock

“Rigged?! I have you I won that fair and square! This is lies and slander! I feel violated. You’ve dragged my good name through the mud, and yeah I look like a chicken…a sexy chicken.”

Jack paused for a moment and suddenly became thoughtful. “He’s not exactly being inventive?” What’s that meant to mean? if you were in my position what would you wish for?”

[Georgina Speer]

All this poop talk was a bit weird in George's opinion, but she went along with it, "I look at my doctorate for feces flinging everyday with pride." She smirked and saluted jokingly. She was almost glad that Dawn had taken all of the chocolate, it would remind her too much of poop, and then she would feel ill, and that would not've been fun. She picked up every pear drop he threw at her during his rummaging; one even hit her nose, and she couldn't help but let a giggle tumble out.

She saw his strained facial expression that looked like it was about to burst with laughter; confidence booster much? She planned on going to the hairdressers to fix it... when she could be bothered. And his comments didn't help either, "Like I think I said the last time we met in person, wouldn't you like to know. This facial hair? If you give me a minute or so, it'll be non existent. And the detachable boobs..." She pretended to think for a second, "...don't all girls have detachable boobs?" She tried to forget about her hair, but it stayed on her mind. She whispered out a comment as she looked through the sweet bag which Jack had just... destroyed for some gum, "Maybe I should just shave it all off..."

She cleared her head and smirked at him and his hands full of goodies. He sure loved his sweets! A comment about being greedy was brewing in her mind, but before she could say anything, he dived right next to her, making her tense up immensely. She definitely wasn't used to having other people in her personal bubble, no matter how carefree she acted. She laughed about the penis comment, making her relax a little, but looked away and whistled innocently whilst he scanned the post. Here came the thunder.

"YOU feel violated? Who was the one who just dived right into me? And I thought your name already lived in the mud, you greedy pig." She noticed a lot of sugar and sour dust was covering her trousers. She brushed it off and listened to his other complaint. "Just because you can't think of anything doesn't mean I'm going to give you any ideas. But it's been at least a week and the only wishes you've had were for a million more wishes and sweets. That is a bit boring." She scooched away a little, just in case he decided to make things even more awkward. She grabbed the sides of her laptop screen, as it was showing some signs of life again, and pulled, "I'd like to have my laptop back now, please."

[Jack McCarthy]

Ah nothing breaks the ice quite like a lengthy discussion on the pro and con’s of poop based combat. ”I’m a good medal winning at the poop Olympics three years running”

Jack had to admit Miss Georgina Speer, was certainly seemingly unflapping, which was pretty much why Jack enjoy spending time with her, no matter what he did or said to her, only encouraged her. Jack was sure that there was some shit that got her down, like everyone. But Jack actually liked Georgina, she was a cool gal so he didn’t really feel like cutting her to pieces with his particular sharp tongue. ”Detachable boobs its hard to think of a situation where that would be handy…maybe in like a water balloons, and instead you have milk balloons…Oh and hey! Don’t do that! You’ll look weird without hair, like a giant baby! That’s be just creepy, besides it looks good that way.”


If Jack noticed that Georgina’s discomfort he didn’t mention it, too bemused by Georges blog “Ok first off, If I dived right into you, you would be pregnant Secord: I’m not the one with the bag full of sweets, Miss. Wonka!” Jack was quite happy to let her grab the screen off him, but once she got her laptop back “OH BY THE WAY! I just thought of my next wish; Genie. I want you to change the name of your blog to “Jack Mcawesome presents Wear all the hats. Your next post has to be purely about how awesome and sexy I am AND every post through out you have to include someone you like about me. Oh! And also the phrase “Ortiz is a doo-doo head”

[Georgina Speer]

Georgina decided to leave the poop conversation behind, they had talked about that for long enough, thank you! She just smirked in reply and looked at him. Aaaaaand she may have (accidently on purpose) checked him out. Seeing his body earlier didn't help, no matter how vain he seemed to be. He had been pretty thin... well it was good that he was eating then, right? That T-shirt however... did he not own any decent t-shirts? What even was that thing? She shook her head to clear her thoughts (and stop looking at his face, he probably noticed.)

"Detachable boobs are great pillows," she held her hand up in defense, "just saying! And detachable boobs are all the rage in England. And... thanks. I guess." It seemed slim, but she was pretty certain that he just complimented her hair. She blushed ever-so-slightly and decided to make a mental note to go to the hairdresser's ASAP so the beautician could shout at her for "ruining" her hair, and then they could fix it up a little better.

Pregnant? WHAT? "THAT escalated quickly! And it's not like I eat them all at once; I make them last over a long time!" She sat the laptop on her lap and turned towards Jack, but in a way so he couldn't see the screen. She listened to his list of 'demands' while she typed a silly post making fun of him and hit 'Post's just as he finished talking, and looked up at him with a quirked eyebrow, "Is someone in need of a self esteem boost? Poor baby." Even with her mocking comments, she did as he asked to her... precious blog. She renamed it and wrote a stupid post and, "How do you spell Ortiz?" She continued to type, and a question came to mind. She stopped typing and looked over the screen at him, "That wouldn't happen to be Oriel Vanguard, would it?" She continued to type, "Why would you want me to write something bad about him?"

[Jack McCarthy]

Awww, what a shame! It seemed like this enlightening discussion about poop, he had some much to say on the subject too. He could talk for hours upon hours about the wonders of poop. But it looked like that conversation had ended. What a shame! Oh well, Jack would just save it for his book.

Jack’s brow contracted in confusion, why was George blushing, Did he say something that embarrassed her, probably, he would imagine that it would be pretty awkward to have a set of male genitals. But George had seemed unflappable up to this point….so why was she blushing now….odd.

Jack smirked a little in victory as George set about charging her blog for the better all the while chewing on a few sweets. Is he in need of a self esteem boost?

Yes

“Me? Need a self esteem boost, please. Just look at me. I mean Hello!” Jack said gesturing to his face. “Does it look like I need a self esteem boost?” When Georgina asked if Oriel and Ortiz was the same person, Jack looked at her with a blank expression, as he scanned his memory banks for any sign of this “Oriel” “Who the hell is Oriel? I’m talking about Ortiz! You know? Tall, dark, hair like a porn star? Dead serial killer eyes? That guy needs to be taking down a peg! I don’t know the medical term for it, but he’s a total dildo! He’s more or less my arch nemesis. Every time we meet, he tries to kill me with rope! The dude is cray-cray” Jack suddenly paused and coughed. “There…there was a small incident the other day…where totally unjustified, he attacked me and tied me to a chair! The guy has issues. Why do you know him?”

[Georgina Speer]

She raised her eyebrows at his rambling about having enough self esteem, "I guess not, then..." She also finished typing and sighed as she hit 'Post', this was a disgrace to her blog. She was still listening, and Jack's description of this 'Ortiz' sounded too familiar to Oriel, appearance-wise at least, but the hostility coming from Jack was a little over the top. "I'm pretty certain... 'Ortiz' isn't that bad of a guy." She took in his little anecdote and rested her arms on the top of her laptop, looking at the guy over the top of it and quirking an eyebrow, "Totally unjustified, huh? Knowing you, he probably had a good reason."

She moved her laptop out of the way and began her story, "Well, y'see..." This definitely wasn't gonna show Oriel in a good light. Or her either. Oh well, "...stuff happened, and we ended up talking. It got onto a subject that..." She grimaced a little at the thought and shivered inside herself a little. It hadn't been a good day for her, "...that, that I wasn't good on. I got scared and confused so I tracked my mother to calm me down, but I did it for way too long and got amnesia. He, um..." She tried to think of a good word, but honestly, it hadn't been a good deed; there wasn't going to be a good word to use, "He tricked me into believing that I was a princess. I didn't know anything else, so I had to trust him. He also..." She debated telling him about the fiancee thing. She wasn't certain how he would react though... so she dropped it. She'd been quiet for a while, so she cleared throat and spoke again, "Basically, he mucked with me until I got my memory back, then we had a laugh about it and I've forgiven him and everything."

She sighed a little and took off her hat, laughing nervously. She did usually think of the whole thing as funny, hilarious even, but the more she thought about it, the more the whole situation made her feel bad. It was very uncomfortable for her, so she quickly grabbed her laptop again, almost shielding herself from everything, and went on Tumblr, and searched for cats silently. Hopefully their cuteness would cheer her up.

[Jack McCarthy]

“Oh, don’t look so down Charlie brown!” Jack sighed happily as tossed another piece of candy up in the air and caught it expertly in his open mouth. “You should have a big wide Colgate smile all over your big round face! Because that post probably just got you a lot more hits. You got to give the people what they what! And people love Hot Irish dudes…Were just so loveable.” Jack nodded as in this statement was an undeniable fact of life. Before Jack clutched at his heart as if George bore him some great insult.”Oh sure I’m not liking what you’re saying! There you go again, with your unfounded accusations, when I’ve proven myself as nought but a gentleman at all times

….
….

“Ok, so maybe, I kinda…sorta, sneaked into his room, and took his food….and rubbed my ass on his pillow But that’s his fault for not locking his door, if anything I helped him, by pointing out some massive flaws in his security and instead of thanking me what does he do? Tie me to a chair. Honestly!”

Jack eyebrow raised as George told her story, see this was the main difference between Ortiz and Jack. Jack would only mess with someone that messed with him. Jack was never the one to be the aggressor. But Ortiz on the other hand seemed to take out his insanity on poor innocent people like George, Jack felt a rare pang of sympathy for George. She didn’t deserve to have her head messed with especially after she was having such a hard time. “Dickhead. See? What did I tell you; Dildo.”

Jack suddenly felt like the plesent evening has taking a downturn. It was like George had retreated into her own little shell….Can’t say that Jack approved, he needed to keep her talking “So…where’s home? You’re close to your folks?”

[Georgina Speer]

"You sound like a product placement logo waiting to happen. And I bet you Irish guys are just as lovable as us English girls, but here's the difference..." she leaned into his ear and whispered, "...we're actually awesome," she sat back up straight, "And you're a bunch of hiddly-diddly happy-go-lucky leprechauns." She pretended to think for a moment, "I guess that could be classed as cool, at least, maybe..." She gave him a cheeky grin, she meant no offense, just joking around.

She listened to the extended (and honest) version of the story with crossed arms and raised eyebrows. Tied him to a chair? Seemed a bit... far-fetched, but she had to believe him, he'd toned down the bias enough anyway. "Just because someone doesn't lock a door doesn't mean you eat their goodies." She humphed and turned away from him, nose up in the air in mock disgust, "I'm ashamed of you."

She waved off his complaints about 'Ortiz' with indifference and continued to scroll through the cat pictures mindlessly, "Yeah, well, if he hadn't been there, I would've been stuck wandering around like a zombie until someone helped me, and besides..." she smiled in rememberance, "...he wasn't bad company." She hugged herself, and continued to smile warmly, "I hadn't been held that close to someone in a while." And without meaning to, she felt like that was the wrong thing to say, but left it. The words were out in the air now.

"My home is here and in England. London, to be exact. It's not like my family could up-sticks and move all the way to America for my sake." She sighed, almost becoming hypnotized by the scrolling pictures in front of her. "I go there during the holidays, when I can, y'know." She smiled, remembering her sister's face when she had to leave. It sounds cruel to have smiled at someone crying, but it warmed her heart that her sister cared so much about her. DK hadn't been too fussed outwardly, he had given her a few words of advice and a hug then he went on his way. Her parents had fussed ridiculously, the thought alone of them bustling like bees made her giggle bit and sit back from the bright screen. She looked at Jack, "What about you?"

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack took a moment to punch the air in surprising victory before turning to George. “THANK YOU! Finally. I’ve been here like six months and you’re the first person to evoke the stereotype of Irish men, I have to say I’m seriously disappointed, clearly they have poor standards, and of course there’s such a thing as a cool Irish man…I mean what would you call me?” Jack smiled, for the first time since the incident at the Halloween party, Jack was actually fully enjoying himself. He felt strangely comfortable around George and found it almost impossible not to be in a jolly mood with her around. “…And hey, I should warn you as an Irish man I’ve been brought up to view everything English with a middle finger. Seriously, if you could some up Irish history in three word, it’ll be Fuck the English, but I have to admit, British chicks are pretty awesome…Oh and top hats” Jack sat up suddenly excited “One day I’ll own a top hat, like a really…REALLY big top hat, a top hat so…toppy it’ll block out the sun.”

Jack pouted just a little making him look like a child when George brought up Ortiz. “You’re ashamed of me?! Dude, I was so hungry, I haven’t eaten in like…hours? What was I suppose to do. It was a matter of survival!” Jack coughed just a little when George revealed that Ortiz hugged her? Seriously? The unforgiving force of evil actually hugged someone? “Heyyyy” In a low warning tone “You need to be careful around him, who knows what evil perverted plans lay in his brain….trust me, he has a weird thing for rope”

Jack smiled at little seeing George’s cheer up somewhat while she remembered her family,it sounded like the exact parallel of his own family life. He always wondered from time to time, what it was like to have an actually real family…Just as this thought occurred to him, he winched just a little as George’s asked him the same question. He should have expected it, it was innocent enough but it still caught him unprepared.

And for one second the mask came loose.

“Mom’s out of the picture, Just me and dad. Haven’t seen him in awhile” Jack said in a toneless voice, while throwing sweets in his mouth.

[Georgina Speer]

George laughed along with everything Jack did and said. It was nice to be able to relax and forget about all the crap stuff that was currently going on, and just muck around a bit. She'd missed being laid-back, with that damn History assignment that was always dawdling around in her mind (SHE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT FOUNDING FATHERS OR THE PLAGUE, SHE WANTED TO EAT CAKE AND PLAY VIDEO GAMES!) and just the usual stress of life weighing her down, she hadn't had the oppurtunity to smile widely enough. Sure, she smiled all of the time, but there was this one goofy, adorable smile which she hated the look of, but it always escaped on to her face when she was at her happiest, and it sat there happily now.

British chicks are awesome...

...that comment alone was enough to get the butterflies jittering in her gut, and the added comment about top hats made her giggle again. And added a could more butterflies to the horde that had already infested her stomach. She had slowly been realizing it, the more time she spent with Jack. It was changing her, she was seeing the world differently. And it made her girlier, which she wasn't happy about. She had considered wearing a dress! A DRESS! But, the whole situation did bring her to a solid conclusion on one thing, it was so obvious, it stared her in the face.

...

Her hormones were acting up, and she was hungry all of the time. Puberty could be a real bitch.

"Alright, Bear Grylls," she held her hands up in defense, smirking a little. This whole back and forth between the two reminded her of Oriel. What had happened between them before everything went downhill. She smiled again at the thought of him, she couldn't stop the red from rushing to her cheeks. She pretended to ignore it, "Perverted? Are you sure you're not talking about yourself?" She played with the strings on her trousers, "And I can take care of myself. I'm pretty certain Oriel isn't going to hurt me or anything."

She snapped to attention, noticing the way he reacted to her question. His voice was empty, devoid of any emotion. A little part of her cracked; it just didn't seem right. "I... I'm sorry... I-I didn't know..." she frowned as a pain pricked her right eye. She turned away and pretended to be looking for some sweets, but she was actually using her remaining hair to hide the silent tear that rolled peacefully down her face and crashed down below. She tried to hold it together, she was strong. She was too strong to be crying.

...

But the whole situation had just brought up her conflicting emotions and thoughts. She didn't understand, and she wanted to, but she couldn't bear the pain she knew she would have to endure to fully comprehend the events and emotions she currently did not. She wanted to comfort, say that it would get better, but how could she know that that was true? She sighed, and hiccuped slightly as a second tear followed the first. This wasn't fair on Jack, this wasn't fair at all. She shouldn't have been crying, he was the one suffering, not her! She was perfectly fine, it was his problem! She had her family, HE HAD HIS EMPTINESS! And she WASN'T HIM!

...

So why did it make her wanna scream? Why did she want to cry until the tears couldn't come?

Why was she suddenly so weak?