Take Good Care of the Poor Boy(Chapter 14, continued)( Read more...Collapse )
Take Good Care of the Poor BoyYou've got lots to say, don't take this too seriously (There's plenty of believers) We hang on every word, almost deliriously (Yes, we're the believers) You could say it's borderline fanatic Hit the chord, we're basically ecstatic We can't afford to lose you, can't you see You won't sit around waiting for it to happen to you (There's plenty who will listen) If you hide yourself away, your country may honour you (A brighter future glistens) Pulled alarms in shows of mere defiance Draw the looks, don't choose this reliance Crown of our creation, we're on our knees Take good care of the poor boy Oh well he's new in town and he won't settle down Take good care of the poor boy Oh well he's new in town and he won't settle down Good luck saving the the poor boy Oh when the city's down and he's gone underground Hey poor boy, hey poor boy, he'll never settle down - Sloan ( Chapter Fourteen: The BeginningCollapse )
Take Good Care of the Poor Boy
Venom radio and venom televisionI'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyoneThey're the young blue bodiesWith the old red bodiesI'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone- I'm Afraid of Everyone, The NationalChapter Thirteen: All Good Children
"You're a nice guy," Itey said with a smile, while Jack fiddled with the lock on his locker. "A wonderful, very, very, nice nice guy."
Jack smirked at him. "It's no big deal."
"You dropped me off at school on time, Jack, that is the most awesome thing ever."
Jack laughed. "You're the biggest nerd in the world. Besides Davey." Jack smiled to himself. "Davey's the supreme nerd King."
Itey decided that it was so nice of Jack to drive him that morning, and make it to school with five minutes to spare, that he should not crack a gay joke. Not crack a gay joke.
Not crack a...
"Supreme nerd queen?"
Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend? People can be so cold. They'll hurt you and desert you. Well they'll take your soul if you let them. Oh yeah, but don't you let them. - You've Got a Friend , James TaylorChapter Twelve: The Right TargetMonday mornings, in Sean's expert opinion, sucked. He was not someone who was eager to get to school and interact with his (he choked on the very thought of the word) ‘peers'. He didn't like people in general, and he especially didn't like peers.But still, as he clamored into Jack's van, he didn't feel… bad.He had on his new coat; Denise had made him get two. This one was for cold weather, like today, the end of February. But spring was coming up, so she'd gotten him a denim jacket, too. So he'd be prepared. She'd also wanted to get him new boots, but he hadn't wanted them; they'd haggled and settled on a new pair of sneakers. No holes, now.And Jack was being, well, not an asshole. Not really. It wasn't like they were talking about anything important, but Jack made it clear that he would just listen if Sean wanted him to. Not that he did—talking and listening and that kind of bullshit was for pussies, and Sean was not a pussy. But instead, they watched stupid TV together while Sean read and Jack did homework, and kind of joked around, and it wasn't bad.Not bad was the best Sean had had, well… ever.( Read more...Collapse )
Take Good Care of the Poor BoyI'm not happy with myself these daysI took the best part of the script and I made them all clichésAnd this red bandana's surely gonna fadeEven though it's the only thing the fire didn't take Everybody says you'll grow a lot from this experienceMaybe become zen after awhile, become a presidentBlessings get disguised sometimes but all I knowIs I finally learned the difference betweenGoing back and going home-Going Back/Going Home, Butch WalkerChapter Eleven: Fly Away Home"Jack, I'm hungry, and no one's seen him," Blink said."Then you go home," Jack said, parking the car in front of another gas station. "I have to find Sean.""You've been looking since dawn," David said gently, as they piled out of the car. "It's three, Jack, we need to go soon. Denise needs to call the police.""We still have time to find him! Damn it..." Jack groaned and slumped against David for a moment.Itey cleared his throat. "You guys go ask inside. We'll go..." He looked around, "We'll go hit that McDonalds and get food for everyone, you meet us there, okay?""Sure," Jack grumbled. "Come on, Davey."David nodded and shot Itey a grateful look as they split ways. And, as he'd been doing since almost six in the morning, Jack walked into the gas station and asked the guy behind the counter if he'd seen a skinny pretty boy, maybe smoking or something. But the guy just shook his head.Jack sighed. "Thanks anyway."( Read more...Collapse )
Take Good Care of the Poor BoyOh I don't know what you've been toldBut I don't get out much these daysWaking young and feeling old The days are no longer my own,To piss away the waking hoursBut don't, don't don't, don't let them gooh don't, don't don't, don't let them go to wasterobots need love toothey want to be loved by you-Dan Mangen, RobotsChapter Ten: Off the Deep End Jack sat on the stoop. It was an invitation to make up. David lived three houses down, and if he went out at all, he'd see Jack sitting there. Not doing anything. Just sitting. Jack wasn't sure it was going to work this time, though. He'd been outside for almost an hour, and it was cold. He exhaled on his hands, trying to warm them, and it didn't work. He groaned. The door opened behind him. "Jack-off?" "Shawna," Jack replied, not looking around. "You look cold." "Shut up." "Okay. Never mind." "Okay." He paused. "Never mind what?" he asked, when the door didn't shut again. ( Read more...Collapse )
Take Good Care of the Poor BoyAre you watching me?Are you watching, are you?Are you watching?Or just waiting to seeThat your days are numbered?‘Cause my days are numbered tooAre we cool now?Are we cool now?Are we cool now?Are we cool?-Dan Mangen, The Indie Queens Are WaitingChapter Nine: Round the BendJess's eyelids fluttered open, and she was cold and her head hurt. The sudden memory came back to her and she gasped and checked her watch. It was three in the morning. Another shock hit her. Her pill. They hadn't... She shuddered. She couldn't believe she'd done it at all, but she'd figured she was on birth control, so why not? She was right near the end of her cycle, she'd be fine, just... She had to get home to take her pill.Jess glanced around, and saw the room was nearly deserted. Some kid had passed out on the foot of the stairs, but that was it. She sucked in a deep breath and started picking up her clothing, getting dressed.Sean was gone. She wasn't surprised.( Read more...Collapse )
(Hey, remember that great plan I had, like, two years ago? … Well, the best-laid plans of mice and men, etc. Have an update. -B)Take Good Care of the Poor BoyYou know he's not the one for youBut that's no fault of mineHe knows that I'm a friend of yoursBut doesn't know I've crossed the lineI know you've got a man in the pictureBut it hasn't stopped me yetWe've all been in one situation or anotherWe regretNow I'm the other manNo one's rooting for meIf I'm the other manNature will abhor me-Sloan, The Other ManChapter Eight: Unlikely At Best"I can't not invite Sarah, Jack.""Why not?""Because the cheerleaders might get all mad and not come, and if the cheerleaders get all mad and don't come then Jess--""You're pathetic, Dutch," Jack said, leaning back into the sofa in Dutchy's living room. "I mean, she doesn't even know you exist.""At least she doesn't think I'm a creep.""Jess doesn't think I'm a creep.""Sure she doesn't."Jack punched Dutchy hard on the shoulder. "She doesn't."( Read more...Collapse )
Take Good Care of the Poor BoyPlease don't wake meNo don't shake meLeave me where I amI'm only sleeping...-The Beatles, I'm Only SleepingChapter Seven: Going Around AgainJack showed up at David's for breakfast, mainly because he was sick of waiting for Sean to eat waffles. Besides, Mrs. Jacobs usually fed him like he was actually eight people combined in one body. Which was a-okay with Jack.Luckily, David, and not Sarah, answered the door. In his pajamas. With a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth."Aaawwwwww, what a ray of sunshiiine," Jack cooed. ( Read more...Collapse )
QUICK NOTE: Hi! We aren't dead. Promise. In fact, keep your fingers crossed, over the next few weeks we'll try and get the rest of this fic up. Chapters may not all have our traditional niceities like titles and lyrics and author notes, but at least the fic will be done. Love.Take Good Care of the Poor BoyShe lowered her head when they laid all the blameThe charge was clearAnd I've been her swordsman of national fameHer knight so dearTrapped in her castleIn mourning and still a dreamerWhat began as a hastleIf anything wouldn't seem herI put down my head when they layed all the blameI spoke in fear- Moxy Fruvous, Poor Mary LaneChapter Six: Family AffairThe breakfast table was completely silent, except for Denise chattering about the usual things she chattered about. Movies, articles in the paper, the length of Jack's hair and how badly he needed a trim.But something was a little different this morning.Jack and Sean, though not exactly on friendly terms, were not fighting.Denise took that as a very refreshing sign. She watched Jack wolf down four waffles (all pre-frozen of course), and when he asked Sean to pass the syrup, Sean did. Well, Sean shoved the syrup, but still, he did it and he didn't snap and neither did Jack."Well, you two are quiet this morning," Denise said. "Maybe I should leave you alone more often?""No," they both answered.Well, it was better than nothing.( Read more...Collapse )