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Post by Stockmon on Nov 14, 2007 19:02:21 GMT -6
"Why the hell would you care? You've wanted me gone since day one. And don't you dare try to make me feel guilty when all I'm trying to is help your f**k**g sister!” Jude snapped. Chris rubbed his bloodied knuckle. He liked his pain more than listening to Jude whine right about now. This was the last time Chris tried to be civil towards him.
"You know what, maybe I don't love her at all anymore? Maybe I'm tired of her. Chris, even if I were to keep around her and eventually date her you would still not even approve. That is strange because I treat her like a princess and I thought any older brother would appreciate that. I'm not going around and f**k**g her! I'm not abusing her! I'm not insulting her but you act like I do! So when you go to your sister and tell her how Jude was the mean big bad wolf, don't forget to tell her that it was you that pushed me over the edge.”
Huh? Really? Chris didn’t remember being the one who proposed Jude’s leaving? He was pretty sure that was Jude. He dulled his stare; looking quite uninterested.
“I hate her now if that helps you.” Jude said, stepping closer. It was then Chris finally noticed that he still held the art book in one hand. He was surprised that he’d forgotten it. Feeling rather dense, he extended an arm, holding the book out like a platter. He expected Jude to take it. He wanted Jude to take it. He didn’t want to deal with Jude anymore. He had always known in the back of his mind that the reason he had never actually beaten Jude up, was that he might be at least slightly good for Clover, but he was pushing it now. Chris wasn’t one for language. Violence was fine, language felt… pointless. He didn’t like the comment made by Jude, one in particular. But he wasn’t moving. Except for the arm, and his eyes, he had yet to move since Jude finished his rant. He was acting annoying. And no matter what Jude said, now, or earlier; Of course he was going to take full responsibility for Jude’s leaving. Clover might hate him, but he took responsibility for what he did, or thought he did.
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Post by illwaitrocker on Nov 14, 2007 19:21:20 GMT -6
Jude finally took the book from Chris and looked down. He opened the book silently in front of Chris and he wanted to tear the pages out of the book just to prove to Chris that he was telling the truth but he couldn't push himself to do so.
He swallowed hard and grabbed one page, tearing at a small edge of one of the pages. His hands shook. Then, he decided to go another way. He shut the book and took his wand out and was about to set the book on fire.
He sighed deeply and was wondering if the quick spell of sectusempra could work on a book. "Sectusem-" He stopped but suddenly felt a deep cut appear across his neck. He winced and put his head down, acidentally dropping the book and holding his neck.
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 14, 2007 22:43:01 GMT -6
Jude snatched his book back, and when he did, Chris folded his arms. He didn’t feel like displaying his knuckles right about now. And besides, Jude looked like he was about to throw a tantrum. He tore a bit of one page, then stopped. He shut the book and held out his wand.
“Sectusem-”
Okay, now he wanted to set the book on fire. It was actually quite amusing. He wanted to destroy the book, but couldn’t bring himself to it. It didn’t matter to Chris. They really were nice, at least the one. But if Jude wanted to prove himself, fine. Chris just tried not to laugh. He didn’t think, if he did, Jude would smile, they’d see the humor, and start telling old stories like chums. Um… no.
Then he dropped the book. Chris looked up to see Jude’s head down, his hand on his neck. Something got to him. Maybe it was that helpful attitude that Jude never got to see, except in reference to Clover. Or maybe the fact that he really was a nice person, in general. Curse it all.
“… Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He asked in genuine concern. Curse his voice too. He wasn’t supposed to sound like he was concerned, even if he was. Really, this school year was just annoying.
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Post by illwaitrocker on Nov 14, 2007 22:54:05 GMT -6
“… Are you alright? What’s wrong?” [/b]
"Ouch..." Jude winced, his neck stinging. He nodded lightly as his red blood appeared all over his hand. It wasn't too bad of a cut but he was just applying pressure to it and trying to stop it. This cut was what Jude needed to knock him out of his senses.
"Who am I kidding...?" He whispered. "I love her...to death..." He whispered, his head down and he swallowed. He kicked the wall with his foot frustrated. "I don't hate her at all, and I don't hate you Chris."
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 14, 2007 23:10:47 GMT -6
"Ouch...” Jude said, painfully, still holding his neck. He nodded. Chris would have torn some of his shirt for a bandage, but he did that too often. Once. But Jude was there, and Chris hadn’t had a shirt for a while after that. If he kept it up, it might seem like he was showing off. He wasn’t. Especially since the only girl who ever got to see him shirtless was his sister. You just didn’t show off to your sister.
Chris glanced at the blood on Jude’s hand. It wasn’t pleasant. Why had he used a spell that would hurt him? Apparently he wasn’t thinking clearly.
"Who am I kidding...?" Jude asked quietly. Chris hoped there was more, because he couldn’t reply to that very well, "I love her...to death... I don't hate her at all, and I don't hate you Chris." He said, kicking at the last part.
“Um… Yeah. I know that, Jude. And… well, I hope you realize if I hated you, I might have tried to kill you by now… maybe not. But I’d have done more than break your nose, at least.” Chris said, he didn’t sound all that humorous.
He didn’t wear scarves and he was only wearing on shirt. He didn’t feel like taking it off. “We should get you something for your neck, Jude.”
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Post by illwaitrocker on Nov 14, 2007 23:41:05 GMT -6
“Um… Yeah. I know that, Jude. And… well, I hope you realize if I hated you, I might have tried to kill you by now… maybe not. But I’d have done more than break your nose, at least.”[/b] Jude not slightly, not sure of whether these were comforting words or more threatening. He sighed gently, still holding his neck.
“We should get you something for your neck, Jude.”[/b] Jude shrugged, "I think I'll be fine..." He said, in reality not wanting to be a bother to Chris since they were both being so kind to each other.
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 15, 2007 15:42:12 GMT -6
Jude continued to hold his neck, then shrugged, “I think I’ll be fine…”
Chris dulled his stare again. Don’t ruin it. Chris remained calm. It wasn’t that hard, this time. “Or… you could be bleeding from your neck… “ He let this sink in for a moment, before adding. “I still think we should get you something. Neck wounds are not good, we really should wrap it with something.”
It was nice, being nice to Jude. He didn’t plan on giving him his blessing, but it was alright being civil. He had to remind himself, this is for Clover. He put a hand on Jude’s shoulder, turning him in the direction of the hospital wing stairs, and picking up his book for him. He glanced down at the book, that last time he’d held it, it had only fueled Jude’s fire. He held the book out for Jude to take.
“And we can check on Clover, if you want. Or is that a bad idea?” He asked. He really wasn’t sure. He’d concluded that Jude was in love with Clover, or something. But he thought he was bad for her… it was messed up.
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Post by illwaitrocker on Nov 15, 2007 17:34:17 GMT -6
“Or… you could be bleeding from your neck… “[/b] Jude sighed deeply, realizing how serious this situation could become. “I still think we should get you something. Neck wounds are not good, we really should wrap it with something.”[/b] Jude nodded. He agreed with Chris but hated getting treated at the hospital wing. He didn't mind visiting Clover in there but when it was too treat himself, this made him nervous.
“And we can check on Clover, if you want. Or is that a bad idea?” [/b] Jude smirked. Chris didn't even need to say that they could check on Clover because he would do that either way. He nodded though silently to Chris, still holding his neck. "Alright." He said, taking the notebook in his hand and holding it close to himself.
"I wonder how she is doing?" He asked. He didn't really mean to ask Chris but more of an outloud question to stop the uncomfortable silence between the two. Truth was that he already knew how she was doing, miserable. He hated seeing her like this but he had a feeling that the more he visit her the better she got.
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 15, 2007 19:54:42 GMT -6
Jude still seemed reluctant, though he nodded. Chris wondered why he seemed to distrusting of the idea of getting himself help in the hospital wing; He’d been there so much, Chris might have thought he wouldn’t mind. But then again, no one had yet cured Clover, so Chris himself had his reservations. He had never been treated on a hospital, spare stitches to his knee, one stab wound, and chicken pox when he was three or so. Not to say he hadn’t been injured, or attacked, thus was how he got the stab wound, he just didn’t go to the hospital for anything he positively couldn’t take care of himself. A fault, to be sure.
Now Jude was smirking, that was a good sign. At least his good humor had returned a bit. “Alright. I wonder how she is doing?”
Chris didn’t reply. He really hated to think about Clover when she was ill. It was a simple fact of her life. She was ill. And Chris was mean. Or at least that was how most people saw it. She wasn’t always ill, and Chris wasn’t always mean. But most people focused on them only when they were, and not much even then. As they walked toward the hospital wing, Chris felt as though he should say something. Really, he didn’t mind the silence, but he felt like he should give Jude a word or two, just for being there.
“…” Word failed him. There were lots of nice little words. Dread. Despair. Porridge. All nice words if you asked Chris… they just didn’t seem to fit the situation. “Besides Clover’s condition, what have you been doing lately, Jude?” It seemed like an appropriate question. No mention of dread, despair, or porridge, but still, most people thought “How’s the weather?” was a good question… his must be great compared to that.
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Post by illwaitrocker on Nov 15, 2007 20:10:53 GMT -6
Jude looked up as they walked, "What have I been up to/ I can honestly say nothing." He laughed lightly but then his laugh strayed off when he realized how saddening this was.
There was that awkward silence again, "Erm...what about you?" He asked lightly. He bit his lip as they walked. For some reason this was the only thing he could think of talking about but he didn't want to say it.
He figured though that this was better that the painful silence between them. "Um...so...did you ever know your parents?" He asked out of th eblue.
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 15, 2007 20:59:18 GMT -6
“What have I been up to? I can honestly say nothing.” Jude laughed. Well, at least he had laughed, even if it sort of trailed off at the end. “Erm… what about you?”
Chris gave this some thought. If he was anything, it was white. Few people understood that. But if he was any one personality, he was white. Logical. At least surface white. With red. Point A to point B. He thought through the answer. Well, he’d taken more to athletics. He did his homework overly thoroughly. He lifted weights with Casey some. Some being that he lifted more than Casey. He ran. Something to make him feel less dead, and more… distracted.
But before Chris could inform Jude of this, he spoke again, “Um… so… did you ever know your parents?”
Of all the things to ask. What on earth?! Did he simply miss the whole “We aren’t friends” speech? Apparently.
“My parents… why do you ask?” Was he stalling. Oh yes. He was in a much better mood around Jude than he usually was, but again, if he was going to answer that kind of question, he wanted a tangible reason. But then again… the last time he’d asked, Jude had sworn off his friendship with Clover, Chris had bloodied his knuckle, Jude had thrown a tantrum, and Jude had cut his neck… thus was why they walking to the hospital wing right now. But he’d ask, so let what would come, come.
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Post by illwaitrocker on Nov 15, 2007 21:11:32 GMT -6
“My parents… why do you ask?” [/b] Jude looked at him, "Well, I'm sorry. I was just wondering. Curious I guess. See, the night that Clover and me went to the lake after hours, she mentioned that to me. She misses them and wishes she could find them." He said, looking over at Chris as they walked.
"She told me she's been doing research to try and find them or who they were. I just figured that maybe I could try to help. I'm more curious than anything..."
"She's envious of you though...that you got to spend more time with them and actually know them but she has no memories whatsoever of them. I told her I'm envious of you both and wish I didn't know my parents...well, not my mom but my dad..." He growled slightly when he said dad.
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 15, 2007 22:28:54 GMT -6
“Well, I’m sorry. I was just wondering. Curious I guyess. See, the night that Clover and me went to the lake after hours,” Jude said. Chris frowned, oh the happy memories. “she mentioned that to me. She misses them and wishes she could find them. She told me she’s been doing research to try and find them or who they were.”
Chris stopped walking. Jude apparently didn’t react as quickly, so Chris got back into step with him, glaring at his feet. Clover was doing what? She had definitely not mentioned that to him. Chris ran it over in his head again. Researching their parents? And she told Jude? But not Chris? He felt sick. He was considering laying down in one of the beds once they reached the hospital wing. It was probably good Clover was asleep, he might have worried her, since he wasn’t about to speak with her. Researching? Honestly?
“I just figured that maybe I could try to help.” Really… he skipped the unfriendly speech. “I’m more curious than anything… She’s envious of you though… that you got to spend more time with them and actually know them but she has no memories whatsoever of them.”
“Envious of me, huh?” Chris asked, quietly. He still couldn’t look up. How Chris saw it, he was envious of Clover a little. See… for an example that hit home, Dane Tigerthon. He killed himself, but that’s no the point. He is gone, though rumors were now circulating that he wasn’t dead, and was back. Chris was beginning to think Dane was the next Elvis. But again, not the point. Point being, it didn’t effect Chris when Dane died, or didn’t… as the case may be. Chris didn’t know him. He’s seen the under classman, spoken to him once or twice most likely. But he didn’t know the boy. So, unlike a few girls, Chris wasn’t sad, wasn’t even hurt in the least. He felt it was a tragedy, and that Dane obviously didn’t appreciate the life he had, but… he didn’t miss the boy. Clover didn’t know them. She apparently missed them, but Chris sort of wished he didn’t know them. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t miss them as badly as he did. And oh, he missed them badly. But he didn’t say it. Ever.
“I told her I’m envious of you both and wish I didn’t know my parents… well, not my mom but my dad…” Jude growled.
“You shouldn’t envy us. I hate my uncle… but… and I wouldn’t miss him if he were my father… but… at least you have your mother, you see to like her.” Chris said. He didn’t know anything about Jude’s mother, simply what Jude had just said. “My parents were amazing.” He sighed. His voice got a little deeper without him knowing it, maybe because he didn’t want to sound emotional, and this was how it ended up. “My mother… if you like Clover’s eyes, you’d like my mother’s. They have the same eyes… she had a nice singing voice. My father must have been taller than me… but I suppose height perception is askew when you’re three.” He gulped. Really he didn’t want to talk about his parents. He hated it. Clover always looked to interested when he did, like it was her air. He hated talking about them. He never referred to them in present tense, always past. Like you do when you talk of the dead. He didn’t hope that they weren’t. Wished, but not hoped.
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Post by illwaitrocker on Nov 15, 2007 22:53:32 GMT -6
“You shouldn’t envy us. I hate my uncle… but… and I wouldn’t miss him if he were my father… but… at least you have your mother, you see to like her.” Jude nodded in obvious agreement.
“My parents were amazing.”[/b] Sadly, he noticed Chris' voice changing slightly but he made it as though he did not discover that Chris was trying to not sound emotional. “My mother… if you like Clover’s eyes, you’d like my mother’s. They have the same eyes… she had a nice singing voice. My father must have been taller than me… but I suppose height perception is askew when you’re three.” [/b]
Tiredly swallowing, he looked over at Chris for a moment. "Cl-Her eyes..." He whispered and trailed off slightly, not continuing any further. "Would you ever want to see them again, you know...if they were alive..." Jude then froze, realizing how hard this must be for Chris to talk about.
"It's okay...You don't need to say anything..." He whispered. "Clover has been trying to surprise you...she told me her uncle said that your parents are still alive. She's been spending a lot of nights trying to figure it out. I eventually saw her look in books of Geneology and asked her what was going on. I think it's driving her mad though, just constantly looking. Chris, when she does wake up, please put a stop to this. She's only setting herself for a huge downfall..."
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 15, 2007 23:12:33 GMT -6
“Cl-Her eyes…” Jude seemed to be interested in this fact. Did he like her eyes? Chris supposed to. He certainly did. He dreamt about them enough. Not Clovers, but their mother’s. “Would you ever want to see them again, you know… if they were alive…” Jude stopped talking.
“Way to be blunt, Jude.” Chris mumbled. Yeah, he wanted to see his parents. But he doubted so very much that they alive.
“It’s okay… You don’t need to say anything… Clover has been trying to surprise you…”
With what? Chris supposed their parents must be dead. He didn’t expect Clover to find a single thing. She couldn’t surprise him with anything. He figured she must have been hiding it to keep him from getting upset. He still thought that.
“She told me her uncle said that your parents are still alive.”
Chris scoffled. Their uncle knew no such thing. He didn’t know anything. Chris would have cursed right then, but he didn’t. He just… didn’t. If he knew they were alive when they disappeared, Chris would be surprised. But now? He knew nothing, Chris was certain. And either way, he was probably just toying with Clover.
“She’s been spending a lot of night strying to figure it out. I eventually saw her look in books of Genelology and asker her what was going on. I think it’s driving her mad though, just constantly looking. Chris, when she does wake up, please put a stop to this. She’s only setting herself for a huge downfall…
“What am I to say to her to end it? Hmm?” Chris asked, he probably sounded a bit cross, but he was. He disliked discussing his parents, really he did. “What should I tell her? They’re dead? Move on? Get over it? When you think of the right words… tell me, Jude. I certainly can’t come up with any.” When he said that, he sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
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