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jack & sally

by killxsmile 15 Reviews

an almost blog entry and a dog that just won't quit

Category: Fall Out Boy - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Humor,Romance - Characters:  - Published: 2007/12/27 - Updated: 2007/12/27 - 1447 words

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Author's Note:

Before getting tot he story, I hope everyone had a kickass Christmas. I didn't get exactly what I wanted, but Santa was pretty damn close. (The Kill Hannah concert was AMAZING.)

By the feedback, it seems that everyone likes paintballs to the groin, dog perspectives and Poap snugglefests.

I'll be sure to take that into account when writing future chapters. ;)

As usual, this one goes out to all the fantabulous people who reviewed:

jewsicax - There's more adorksable scenes coming your way, don't worry.
glindapsawyer - Yep. Suarez is pretty.
Lizzard - lmao. Multicolored children. I never thought of it that way.
bindie611 - Non-sexual Poap, ftw!
irishgypsy81 - Yay! New reviewer!
lil_chica007 - Hemmy = love.
pyrotechnist - You = one of my favorite reviewers
kittkattbar - After this chapter, Pete will owe Hemmy more than a steak.
SugarPlumFaerie - The cute ones are always oblivious. lol.
x_slowdown - Hemmy is the smartest dog in the universe... At least in my fic.

29: j a c k & s a l l y

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Pete’s POV

I can’t help but stare as she sings of nightmares in her sleep.

Staring at what I’d typed, it was evident that I was referring to Sophie. I sighed, pressing down on the backspace key, silently watching as that sentence, as well as the rest of my blog entry, became nonexistent. The I-bar blinked in the corner of the white text box, taunting me to write something else, while the 3:09 at the bottom of the screen reminded me that I’d been trying to convey my thoughts for the past 2 hours.

Giving up, I shut down the laptop and headed toward the back of the bus. As I got closer to the bunks, I noticed that Sophie was still awake. She was staring out the window while Hemmy laid next to her. While looking at the sky, she absentmindedly stroked his back, causing him to nuzzle against her knee.

“…Although I’d like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may it doesn’t last
And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not
It’s never to become
For I am not the one.”


“And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not it’s never to become
For I am not the one…” I added, finishing the song.

“Oh, hey Pete,” she said turning around. “I didn’t see you there.”
“You can’t sleep either?” I asked. She shook her head and leaned against the wall.

“You’ve been singing that in your sleep lately…” I said, taking a seat next to her.

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Soap’s POV

“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah…”

As he trailed off, a shooting star caught my eye.

I wish I could find the Jack to my Sally…

While I watched the tiny speck of light disappear into the horizon, I realized that it’s fully possible to feel alone on a bus full of your best friends.

Exhibit A? You’re looking right at her.

Movement on the bunk pulled me away from my sentimental thoughts. Curious, I turned around and saw Hemmy nudging Pete’s hand toward mine.

“What are you doing, boy?” I asked, yawning.
The dog looked up at me, then at Pete before sneezing.

My eyelids became increasingly heavy, indicating that my lack of sleep was catching up with me. Silently, I laid down and pulled the covers up. Hemmy followed suit, claiming the spot between my back and the wall. Pete kicked off his shoes and crawled in next to me.

“Goodnight, Beevis.”
“Night, Butthead.”

All of a sudden I felt Hemmy ram into my back, pushing me closer to the sleepy emo boy.

“Hemmm,” I groaned into Pete’s neck. He laughed and wrapped his arm around my waist, closing the space between us.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that Hemingway was playing matchmaker.

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Hemmy’s POV

“Hemmm,” she groaned. Pete chuckled and wrapped his arm around her small frame.

After giving Sophie a literal nudge in the right direction, I was ready to call it a night.

Jeez, if it weren’t for cute dogs like me, would love even exist?
Probably not.

Surveying my work, I tried to understand why Pete was keeping his feelings for Soap under wraps. I know he’s scared of rejection, but that risk seems almost insignificant when compared to how happy he’d be. How happy they’d be.

She’s “just the girl all the boys wanna dance with.”
He’s “just the boy who’s had too many chances.”

Pete needs to take his own advice and “kiss her, kiss her.” It’s ridiculously obvious that he wants to.

Gosh. Humans can be so frustrating sometimes…

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Soap’s POV

Just as every morning for the past few weeks, I woke up with a tattooed arm around my waist.
While a smile spread across his sleeping face, I couldn’t help but notice how adorable he was. Yeah, I know, he’s People Magazine’s 11th most beautiful person. But when you’ve put up with his sarcasm for 20 years and you know what he smells like on tour, you’d understand why it’s hard for me to find him attractive.

Preoccupied with my thoughts, I failed to notice that he was waking up.

“Morning, Sophie,” he said, voice still raspy from sleep.
“Morning.”

Yawning, he cuddled closer to me.

“Is there a show today?” I asked.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” he replied. “If there is one, Patrick will come barging in, in 5…4…3…2…”

“Sometimes I swear you two are bears going into hibernation,” the hat-clad man said, throwing the covers off of us.
“If we were bears, we’d be hibernating in the winter, not in the middle of summer,” I quipped.
“If anything, Soap and I are more like owls. Nocturnal,” Pete added.
“Whatever animals you are, just get your asses out of bed,” he said, hitting us with a pillow.

“It’s only, like, 9:00. Why do we need to get up?” Pete asked.
“More like 1:30. We’re gonna be at the venue in a few hours.”
“Gah, Patrick. Always bursting my bubble. Not cool.”
“Just get up.”
“Alright, alright,” he said sitting up. I followed suit, pulling myself upright.

Patrick left, thinking that he had won, but the second he left, we collapsed back onto the bunk and pulled the covers over our heads.

“I think that bought us at least 10 extra minutes of sleep,” I said, chuckling.
“Mhmmm.”

I buried my head deeper into the pillow as my eyelids became increasingly heavy.

“JESUS CHRIST!” Pete exclaimed as a heavy weight was thrown across our legs. Peeking out from under the covers, I saw Dirty sprawled out at the foot of the bed.

“What the fuck, man?”
“Patrick told me to get you guys out of bed.”
“By crushing us with your big ass?” Sophie asked, clearly irritated.
“He said ‘by any means necessary.’ I think my ass falls into that category.”

She rolled her eyes and pulled her legs out from under him.

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Pete’s POV

While she got out of bed, I couldn’t help but give her the once over. The wrinkled Starting Line tee stopped at her waist, while her boy shorts started a little further down, conveniently leaving part of her lower back exposed.

“Shit, where are those jeans I was gonna wear?” she asked no one in particular.
“What do they look like?” I asked.
“Umm, straight leg… Grey… Fancy detailing on the back pockets,” she replied looking through her duffel bag.

As she leaned over, I noticed that I wasn’t the only one giving her the up and the down. Dirty’s eyes were wandering, too.

Out of nowhere, Hemingway walked into the room, carrying the described denim in his mouth.

“Aww, thanks,” she said, smiling.

I couldn’t even get him to retrieve a newspaper for me, nonetheless a piece of clothing.

“Looks like someone has a crush on you, Soap,” Dirty commented.

And he’s not the only one…

Sophie chuckled and gave Hem a pat on the head before taking the jeans. Then she casually grabbed a bra and a t-shirt before heading into the bathroom.

After she shut the door, Dirty turned toward me.

“She’s like a little sister to me but--”
“Yeah,” I said, cutting him off. “I know.”
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Fillerish, I know, but good things come to those who wait.

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