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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 10:34 pm
Harper blinked. What? He shrugged, shaking his head. "Riley's destined to be an old maid. I was forced to be in the backseat during one of her driving lessons. Do you know what PMS is? She has it."
He shook his head and got to the point, sitting down next to her, even making a point of scooting a little close to her. "They ain't that rich anymore. Used to be able to like. Buy their own country and stuff. Eliot said he had fifty cars and just as many girls... I don't know why that's good, but he seemed happy when he said it. An' Solo said he had his own indoor anti-gravity machine!!" It took him awhile yet to get back on track once again.
"Oh. So you're not great at it?" He seemed disappointed if anything, but decided to voice his oh so wonderful stupid idea anyway. "I was just thinking we could tell your mom your becomin' my math tutor or' somethin. Then you could come over, an we can go to shows! ... and play video games! Like ALIEN BRAIN SMASH!" He took a deep breath, not even remotely realizing Beatrix would likely... question the characters of that little play, to say the least. "But we can't tell Eliot. He uhm. Has some problem with your mom. ... Which reminds me, I was supposed to take* a picture of her in class, great, he's not gonna give me my gameboy back now.."
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 10:43 pm
Probably if Jace had thought about it more, she would have questioned Eliot's motive in wanting a photo of her mother. But she was too busy thinking over the plan, brightening as she realised the potential of it. "I'm pretty good in math," she said. "And if Mo - M.B thinks I'm tutoring somebody she'd probably ease up on me. I mean the only one better than me is Antony and that's because he's up the teacher's butt."
Spending time with Harper and Harper's family, who were totally cool, sounded so much better than hanging around her own family, who were not. The less time she spent around her mother, the better. All they ever did was fight and it hurt and she couldn't tell why. ALIEN BRAIN SMASH sounded about a thousand times better. "We can say we're going to the library or something, or even just your house, right? Cool. Bet I can beat you at video games."
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 10:57 pm
Harper grinned. "Yup. An nobody at my house pays attention really, cept my stupid uncle. My uncle thinks math is important." The humor in Harper's voice proved what HE thought about that. "But my uncle has a job;" (a novelty among his housemates) "and he wears more makeup than my mom durin' weekdays... AND wears pants tighter than the skin on my legs - he ain' that hard to trip up. Or beat up." Still, a flash of horror crossed his face as he thought about that a little more - would that mean he'd be expected to write actual numbers in the little answer boxes for homework? Not squiggly lines and 'U - S - U - C - K'? It was beside the point, really, as even he knew nothing that good would last forever in the first place. Sunny'd be thrilled with him for a little while too. Oh, but if his mother saw what his newest friend looked like...
"Hey, Jacie?" He scooted closer still. "Why you call her that? Your mom, I mean."
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 1:15 am
Life was starting to sound kind of good. Maybe Harper wasn't an entirely hopeless jerk after all. Sure, he was kind of a jerk, but she was kind of a jerk, too, and he was turning out to be a pretty nice jerk. Maybe jerks needed to stick together. She took another swig of her Coke and flexed her ankle back and didn't notice the scooting one bit.
"M.B.?" She wrinkled up her nose a little. "It's 'Mama Beatrix'. I just... she doesn't feel like mom to me. We kind of... we had the biggest fight!" Jace laughed, but back then she hadn't felt like it. She kept on using M.B. out of stubbornness, now, because saying 'mom' would feel like failure, even if sometimes it rolled off her tongue before it could be caught. "M.B. feels more like her to me. She just, she has this giant stick up her butt and... I dunno." It was more than she'd ever told anyone else except Jack and she shifted, a bit uncomfortable and a bit shy. She guffawed again, to shrug it off, and swung her tangerine eyes in Harper's direction. "She doesn't like it but it kind of contains 'mom' so she deals."
She elbowed him in a friendly manner. "Hey, you make me talk a lot. Must be rubbing off from your big motormouth."
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 3:33 am
Harper gave a heavy sigh, but it was tinged with humor as he smirked. "My momma didn't let me call her momma in public for awhile... now she gets sorta mad when I don't. What's really great is callin' Eliot 'Uncle.' Makes Sunny get piiisssseeeed. And yknow, can't think of any cabbage kid that actually likes their parents." Then again, he couldn't think of any except her and Manny (who even then didn't exactly dislike her parents - Harper had decided such for her) that he'd ever bothered to have a 'normal' conversation with to gather such information in the first place. Again, beside the point. "It's fine though. We'll grow up fast enough! Think about it! We came outta plants and compared to normal kids we are like... well - Riley's already got BOOBS!" He cringed distastefully. Boobs were highly offensive and annoying to the boy. They had been ever since he found out a) he was never getting any and thus would never be able to understand what all the fus was about (harhar), b) they made girls (IE manny) get all weird and jealous over sizes or something and c) were in general annoying and obnoxious when trying to hug grown women from his current height.
"Is it like bein' in a class room all the time livin' with her? All... quiet and... boring.. and that stupid rock... staring at you all the time... ...I think I hate that rock.." After a second of contemplation over whether or not he ought to hate poor Thwomp, he looked back at Jacoba and grinned, not so coyly trying to put his arm around the back of where she sat in an absolutely precious little ten year old punk kids playing house gesture.
"I dunno why everyone says I talk too much!" He said in a contemplative tone. "I just have a lot to say! Better than not sayin' anythin at all!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 5:10 pm
"Boobs are gross," Jace said definitively. Harper had great opinions. Maybe he was kind of smart as well as only being kind of a jerk. "And Thwomp's always coming in and making sure I'm doing whatever M.B. wants me to be doing - " (not entirely true: Thwomp sometimes came in to give her little rocky kisses and search her room for candy) " - and I have to do an hour of homework each night and she's always liking my little sister because my little sister is a total retard." The Coke was sucked on vengefully. "And she always sets the TV to the BBC. And she keeps everything so clean. I bet your room is messy, right?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 8:20 pm
Harper snorted, shaking his head, "Don' worry Jacie, when your little sister gets old and stuff it'll all get fair again. We getta be cool grown-ups. She gets to grow up bein like your mom." He seemed quite sure of this, and after discovering his placement of arms had no apparent effect on her, rolled his eyes and gave a loud sigh. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sorta... My uncle cleans it for me on mondays." He grinned at her then shook his head, "Whats a BBC?" He eventually stood up and drank what most of his soda in one impressive swig. "So how'd you get a sister? Like a normal sister? Your mom was pregnant?" He set the glass down on the bench grinned. "So you don't have a boyfriend." It was a curious statement, eh?
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 12:13 am
Jace capped her soda and moved forward to the grassy verge, launching herself forward on her arms. Her legs were very heavy, but she was still desperate to do a successful handstand; she was getting closer to her goal. She could stay up longer the more she did it. "A boyfriend?" What was he, joking? Ewwww! Eugh. Ick. "More like do you have a boyfriend."
She guffawed, having contentedly shared gay jokes (she was unsure how him asking her if she had a boyfriend was gay, but it was). "Naw, Wisp came out a cabbage. Gross. I can't imagine M.B. pregnant." Her metal legs wobbled in the air; her jeans were falling down slightly, revealing them shining in the sun. "We should do something cool when we're grown-up. I'm gonna leave school and do something cool. Like. Pro sports. You get paid heaps and you get to be on cereal boxes and stuff."
She ended up collapsed in a heap, hands planted back on the grass and looking at him. "We could both get famous, Sinclair. And have, like, two mansions. I could visit yours and you could visit mine."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 4:53 pm
Harper grinned while watching her, though he seemed rather suddenly fascinated when the gleam of her legs got shown off. "Mansions are kinda overrated though..." He thought to say, walking towards where she had fallen. "This one chick I cabbage-sit for has a huuuuge mansion. An' a butler. It was cool at first but issorta stupid now, she don't even have any video game systems and it takes like a week to walk to where the only tv is..." He explained, sitting down aside her.
"Wait. What did you say? No, not that many.. my only boy friend is Melchy - oh wait, you mean like?" He went to whack her in the side. "You're so stupid! Guys can't have boyfriends!" He said blankly before scanning his small memory banks. There were those two dudes at the Christmas party. Those constant jokes people were makin' about Sunny. Those awkward moments when Solo and Eliot had been hugging just a little too much and - "Well I don' have one anyway. So, Jacie, wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked cheekily.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 5:29 pm
"You'd be my girlfriend," she said. Somehow, being the girlfriend didn't mesh well. The entire conversation was pretty gay. What was with Harper's fascination with girlfriends and boyfriends? The only couple that Jace knew was Mr. and Mrs. Deakon, who were allowed to be married and were kind of nice. M.B. wasn't married. Jack wasn't married either, except when her mom made those weird comments about Jack and Shade and Uncle Jack's "slightly homoerotic predisposition" which were all words she needed to look up on dictionary.com. Girlfriends and boyfriends, to Jace, were suspicious and moreover gross. "I don't want to be the girlfriend. Ha ha! We should dress you up in chick clothes and see if anyone notices."
She flopped back on the grass and stretched one leg up. Jace was still practicing to put one leg behind her head: she was nearly there but her thigh needed to be bendier. "Anyway, Manuela's your giiiirl-friiiiend," she taunted.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 6:39 pm
Harper blinked a few times, clearly somewhat bewildered. He scratched his head again and shook his head at her, "Uh. If you say so. But I still getta tell people you're my girlfriend when you aren't around." He grinned at her, his intent was clearly to do so with or without her permission in the first place.
He grinned again and shook his head, "If you want; I think they'd be more confused if we dressed you up in chick clothes and see if anyone notices. And no she isnt!" He gave an indignant huff. "She's my friend, moron. It's alright though. Eliot told me to expect things like this. You're jealous of her." He smiled happily.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 8:24 pm
"What? I am not," Jace said, equally indignantly. "She wears like... high heels and sandals and stuff. No way am I jealous of Manuela. I'd never dress up in that stupid stuff. Chick things are boring."
She gave a little huff of her own. Seriously. "She looks like a Barbie doll!"
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