Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > Lasting Impressions

Don't Ask

by killxsmile 3 reviews

You want the truth? You can't handle the truth.

Category: Fall Out Boy - Rating: R - Genres: Drama,Humor,Romance - Published: 2009-02-04 - Updated: 2009-02-07 - 1120 words - Complete

Author's Note: Sorry for lack of updates. I've tried posting this at least 10 times and ficwad doesn't seem to be cooperating with me.

Tissamy: lol. Back when I used to eat meat, White Castle sliders were on my top 10 faaavorite foods. And don't worry. Mr. Gaskarth will be arriving shortly. And it'll be glorious.

somethingorother: It's good that you haven't toked up. Drugz iz bad 4 u. Seriously.

lovetah: Speaking of Jack, he's a main character in this chapter. Hope you like it.

Now onto the story...

Don’t ask.

“So Rian called and told me about the upcoming tour. Aren’t you excited?” I asked, trying to make conversation, but ever since he arrived at my apartment for the dinner he suggested, Jack seemed unusually unenthusiastic.

His typical reaction to this type of news was incoherent babbling about how insane the crowds were going to be, what guitars he’d be using, and how many hot chicks he was going to bone. But at the moment, he couldn’t have seemed less interested.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah,” he absentmindedly replied while poking at the chunk of lasagna on his plate. “We The Kings and Boys Like Girls are on it too, so it should be fun…”
“Okay, what the fuck is going on?” I asked. “The band’s going on tour again, but you’re acting like Playboy went bankrupt.”
“It’s just…” He sighed. “I don’t wanna leave for a tour knowing that you’re still with Eric.”
“Jack, you’re being ridiculous.”
“How am I supposed to go out and have fun on tour when I’m worried about my baby sister?”

I rolled my eyes at his comment. Drama queen, much?

“I really don’t want to talk about this,” I said, getting up to put our plates into the sink. He quickly got up and followed me. “In fact, you’re one to talk. You’re as big a manwhore as Alex.”
“Do as I say, not as I do.”
“Ugh, whatever…” Can someone say ‘fucking hypocrite’?

“How’d you get those bruises on your shoulders?” he interrogated. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was jumping to conclusions. As expected, he was looking for more excuses to hate my boyfriend.
“I know what you’re thinking, and you’re dead wrong,” I flatly replied while letting the water run.
“Then would you mind enlightening me?” His words dripped with sarcasm. I knew he wasn’t intentionally being a jerk, it was just his older brother instinct kicking in. Still, I couldn’t help but feel that he was sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.
“Jack, I don’t mean to sound like a bitch, but it really isn’t any of your goddamn business.”
You’re my sister. You’re my business.”
“Just drop it.”

Blood continued rushing to my cheeks as I silently scrubbed the remnants of lasagna off my plate. Jack remained behind me like a statue--silent and unmoving. He wasn’t taking a hint, but I should have been expected that, too. After all, he is a boy.

Finishing with the last of the dishes, I turned around and faced the inevitable.

“We both know that I’m not leaving until you talk,” he said, looking down at me.

I sighed while wiping my hands on the yellow dishtowel. His face softened a little and took a seat once more.

“But I’m telling you now that one, it’s not what you think. Two, you probably won’t be able to look at me the same way. And three, I told you so.”

I took a deep breath and looked at my feet after sitting across from him. There was no use in lying to Jack because A) I’m a shitty liar, and B) even if I was a good liar, he’d still be able to tell I was lying because he knew me like the back of his hand.

So I told him the truth.

“God…” I muttered under my breath. “Eric did give me those bruises--”
His eyes went wide with anger as he jumped out of his seat. “I--”
“It’s because I like it rough, okay?” The words spilled out of my mouth like vomit and landed right in the middle of the table.

Forget waking up half naked on my neighbor’s front lawn morning after senior prom.
THIS was easily the most embarrassing moment of my life.

Eventually, I mustered up the courage to look up and gauge his reaction. He seemed skeptical, but after taking a second look at my face, he knew I was telling the truth. Jack looked down and turned an equally bright shade of red.

I told you so…

“I’ll let myself out,” he quietly said after what seemed like an eternity. He walked toward the door and closed it behind him. Moments later, there was a knock on the door.

“Chloe?” a different, yet familiar voice called out. I sighed and answered the door.

“Hey, Eric.” I stepped aside and let him in.
“Is everything alright?” he asked, somewhat concerned. “I just saw your brother walking down the hall and he looked kind of…off.”
“He asked for the truth… And he couldn’t handle the truth.”
“Wow, that wasn’t vague at all,” he joked. I took a seat on the couch and he followed.
“He saw the bruises and asked where I got them.”
“Oh,” was the only reply he could muster up.
“That’s… awkward.”
“You’re telling me…”
“I’m guessing that my standings with your brother have taken a turn for the worse.”
“To be honest, I don’t think it could get any worse.”
“Thanks for your vote of confidence, Chloe.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“But look at it this way: you’ve hit rock bottom, so you can only go up from there.”

He softly sighed and wrapped his arms around me.

“Why does he hate me so much?”
“He thinks you’re stealing his little sister’s virtue,” I joked, leaning against his shoulder.
“Virtue? Babe, you lost that long before you met me,” he whispered against my neck.

I playfully bit my lip as his green eyes met mine. With a smirk Eric leaned forward and caught my mouth in a kiss. Then kissing led to the bedroom.

And let’s just say we both had new bruises in the morning.

So it looks like Eric's standings have hit an all time low.
Get it? All Time Low?
Yeah, I think that was lame.
But you know what wouldn't be lame?
Those would be SWEET.
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