Fulfilling the second wish (Jack)

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack had to admit the more time he spent around Young Madam Georgina Speer and her seemingly never ending collection of hats of all shapes and sizes. The more Jack was around her, the more he felt comfortable, he needed this. He really did after the week he had, no drama, no strings attached. Just hanging out with someone. Especially when the person in question didn’t seem to hate his ever loving guts like everyone else around here.

When George smiled it felt like Jack needed to quickly put on a pair of sunglasses to protect his eyes from going blind, George told him that her “Thingy” was tracking, but Jack had trouble believing her, he had never seen one single smile brighten up an entire room so completely.

“Hey! I drunk my own pee once! One time! Jack said offended by the bear grylls comment. “It happened like years ago, and I was drunk…but I was totally 10 dollars richer after. Jack shrugged his shoulders when Georgia said that see trusted Ortiz. He probably had a point, Ortiz liked to act like a normal person nightly-nine percent of the time and stored up his crazy for Jack….he supposed that Ortiz wasn’t a complete and total monster. “Ok, but don’t come crying to me when he locks you in his basement and starts trying eat your hair like the weirdo he is.

Suddenly from out of nowhere, jack was alarmed to see that George had started crying. –The hell? Where in the world did that come from, only a moment ok George looked like a kid in a candy store and now she had car crashed into looking completely miserable. How does that work? Was it something Jack said? Was it about his parents? Why should George cry just because Jack had a crappy family? It wasn’t her problem. To be honest Jack didn’t really know want to do. Should he just leave, he was never good at the whole touchy feely crap…but he supposed there was a first time for everything “hey,hey,hey!” Jack said rapidly moving over just a little closer to George. “What’s the matter? You have a mountain of candy and me for company. What do you need to be sad about? Is the image of me drinking pee that bad?”

[Georgina Speer]

"Ah, so you're a drunkard too!" She smirked, "...typical Irish." She stuck her tongue out at him like a kid. The fact that he had drunk his own pee was... disgusting, but she shrugged it off. Heck, it was probably on her bucket list somewhere, next to 'Don't wear a hat for a day (for charity or some shit)' and 'Try an speak the spaghetti language (properly, George)'. She had to leave those comments in to encourage her to possibly do half of the crap on that list. That list was hiding in the top drawer of her bedside table, starting off written in pink (because she started it when she was 6) and going through a rainbow of colours from then on, depending on what pen was closest when she got an idea to put down. It was scruffy and untidy, but legible, and it meant quite a lot to her; each item on the list had a reason for being there and a memory behind it.

Eat her hair? That just reminded her of the gum incident... she would probably tell him about it at some point.

George felt Jack shift closer, and heard his voice and honestly was stuck for what to do herself. She had never cried in front of anyone outside of her close family before, and even if it was only a few tears, she considered it crying. She was upset and water was leaking from her eyes, what else could you call it? She held back the waterworks, and turned away a little awkwardly, uncomfortable because she had let her walls fall down. She didn't have the fortress of a barricade around herself and her emotions like some people did, but she still had a sensitive side which she wasn't fond of showing. It was her stupid side, her weak side. The side she had promised herself to not let out unless she was by herself. It had been poking it's nose into the conversation, and now it had just burst down the door and ruined... it.

She tried to laugh, but it was obviously forced. "Nothing. Nothing's the matter..." She quickly wiped the tear streak off with her thumb and cleared her throat, reaching into the bag and pulling out the first sweet to touch her hands, a gummy worm. "...I'm fine..." She put it in her mouth and sucked on it, part of it still hanging out. She held her hands out demonstratively and wrenched her smile on, "...see? I'm fine." She was trying so hard to cover up for her difficulties. She was breaking down, she'd probably let it all out once she could go back to her dorm. The idea of leaving was one that she didn't like, but what was better, crying in front of your crush or running out abruptly to cry in some other place?

Wait... what?

[Jack McCarthy]

“I plead the fifth of gin on that” Grinned while crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue out more then happy to greet her childish gesture with an equally childish gesture, in truth maybe he should cut down on the drinking once in a while, like everyone on planet earth he tended to do quite stupid stuff when he had a few too many beers.

The incident in question happened after Jack he would do anything to get ten dollars….and one thing of course led to another and the next morning Jack was practically coating his tongue with toothpaste, vowing never to drink again….of course that promise lasted all but a few hours….and yes it tasted as well as you might expect it to.

Jack was almost glad that Georgina choose not to let him know what exactly was so incredibly heart wrenching, Jack was as emotional empty as someone could possible be. If there was one thing he couldn’t deal with an emotion that wasn’t positive,

He was having such a good time, why ruin a perfectly pleasant evening with tears?

Jack was still quite confused by Georgina’s behavior, he had never seen someone go from outward happiness, to weeping so fast. He could tell that Georgina was still pretty upset for reasons unknown, for one he could see her body was still quite tense, not to mention the fact that she was trying WAY too hard to convince him that everything was perfectly all right. Almost like she was the second coming of Jack Mccarthy. As someone who hides his true emotions on a daily basis, Jack can always spot someone else do the same. Even though he had to admit she looked hysterical with that gummy worm hanging out of mouth like she was turtle trying in vain to finish eating a leaf.

“Yup, everything’s fine. You’re just having a gummy worm break down” Jack left down into her bag and tossed her one of her beloved pear drops in an attempt to get her to stop crying. Before a horrible thought occurred to her. “Oh god!” Jack exclaimed as he backed away from George once more in clear fear “You’re not having your period are you? Ewww…Girls go fucking crazy when that happens, this one girl practically chased me down the street with a bloody knife when she was on hers…you’re not going to try choke me with pear drops and gummy worms are you?

[Georgina Speer]

Why were people so serious about life? There were times to be serious, obviously, but what was the point in constant fretting? This confused George, she was always the party animal, the one mucking around because... well, because Carpe Diem. Carpe Diem was the classier way of saying YOLO. She only tried to use that word in it's ironic sense, and since she had found herself saying it or putting it on her blog on numerous occasions, she was trying to sound a bit more educated, even if she was practically saying the same thing. She sighed mentally, she was rambling internally to avoid the situation in the present.

She giggled a little through her sadness and a warm spark flashed in her core. There was some hope. She tried very badly to catch the pear drop thrown her way, but since she was off-guard, she passed it quickly between her hands a few times like a hot rock, before it fell on her trousers. She picked it up and tugged on the worm that was still hanging from her mouth, and chewed on the half that was diminished of flavour.

And almost choked on it, thanks to his period comment. She began laughing quite hard, even though it was an interesting reaction on her part. She usually couldn't stand off-hand comments about girls being on their periods, like if a girl was genuinely upset about something and a guy brushed it off saying, "Oh, she's probably on her period is all." -that got on her nerves. But purely thanks to the reaction that had been paired with his possible realization of her menstruation, she couldn't help but laugh!

She was also laughing because of the irony of the whole situation. She'd only come off of her period the day before.

"Relax, Sherlock, I'm not leaking blood. And I would never waste good sweets like that," she hugged her bag protectively, "'Specially not the pear drops." She smirked and rested her head on the bag. She was getting better. 'Course, the tears had stopped a while ago, but she was smiling now as well. The thought of that alone made her smile just a bit wider. It was amazing how one person could make you feel so much better somehow, by them just being who they were.

On the topic of Jack, her mind was still minorly spinning from her past thoughts. She had called him her... crush? Was that subconscious thought actually what she thought? She analyzed him, and the relationship they had. He was... pretty hot. And he wasn't a bad guy. He seemed to possibly care about her. And... and there was this fluttery feeling inside whenever he spoke to her. She had felt it in the past, but she only realized it now. There was no denying it.

She, Georgina Speer, had a crush on Jack McCarthy.

[Jack McCarthy]

Ah, there we go, that was more like it, Jack was glad to see that Georgia had started to feel better compared to how she felt only a moment ago, wow. Jack had to admit, being with Georgia was an emotional rollercoaster ride, One moment she was insanely happy, the next second she was super depression, One moment she was full of unadulterated rage, the next she was doing the robot. You can never tell which Georgia she was going to get! The excitement never ended when you spent an evening with Georgina Speer!

But yeah, Jack had to agree with George. Life was too short to waste it being super serious all the time. Why not have fun with it? You can get upset about every single thing that goes wrong in your life or you could just say “Fuck it” and do whatever you feel like. (Jack could write self help books if he care too)
“Oh thank God for that!”Jack sighed in relief as he clutched at his chest dramatically, “Because, that would be an embarrassing way to die; Here lies Jack McCarthy, chocked to death with pear drops by crazed menstruating woman. Not really going out in blaze of glorious.A much rather have; ‘Here lies Jack McCarthy. Died due to excess awesomeness. Now that’s a way to go out!

Jack paused a little, smiling as Georgia lapsed into not un-pleasant sounds of laughter, in fact it almost reminded her of Layla’s musical sounding laughter, Jack rose tinted glasses didn’t allow him to consider George’s better then Layla’s but still it was pretty good

Jack suddenly became aware that George….wasn’t exactly staring at him, but there was unfamiliar twinkle in Georgina’s eye as if she was in the mists of somekind of personal revelation, This made Jack feel quite awkward and he scoped up a few more sweets. He felt like something was going over his head, and he was missing something really obvious that was in the air “You’re very stary has anyone ever told you that? You stare. Quite a lot…Not sure I’m a fan of the old staring to be honest….

[Georgina Speer]

George popped a pear drop into her mouth as he spoke, actually choking on it a little from laughing unexpectedly (even though she should've expected it; it was Jack she was with after all.) She laughed even more at the irony once she had swallowed the drop (like a pill), "Yeah, it probably is. But they'd be more specific than that." She pulled out a lollipop to replace her lost pear drop and stuck it in her mouth without looking at the wrapper. Hmm... Cola flavoured. Not terrible, but it could've been worse, it could've been a dreaded orange!

She didn't realize that she had been staring until Jack pointed it out, at which point, she shook her head to wake herself up, "Really?" She yawned a little, stretching out her arms, "Maybe it's because I'm tired." She sighed and loaded up her computer screen again, by running her finger over the track-pad a couple of times. The time came up on the screen in the corner, 10:58. OK, so it wasn't that late, but she was honestly tired and now, also very worried about getting caught. She stood straight up and began to pack her things away, "Sorry Jack, I need to disappear."

She picked up her sweet bag, took a handful out and placed them next to him on the bed, where she had been sat, then pulled on the strings to close it and swung the bag on her back. She knelt near him to put her laptop away too. Once she had zipped it all up, she swung it over her shoulder. She turned to Jack before leaving, "I know you're lucky, but this genie ain't!" She backed off towards the door,

"Au revoir, mon ami!"