All I smell is gasoline. Think there might be somethin’ wrong with my nose or some shit.
I know. Oh, how I miss not having to worry about rent or making sure my son was okay. I miss high school, which is something I never thought I’d say but it is true. It was much more of an adventure than this seems to be.
Yeah, not a big fan of the whole High School bull crap either but I see what ya sayin’. Hell, I just miss not havin’ any cares reall’. Ya only have one, I have two that never shut up it seems. *sighs* Just simpler when thin’ were less worrisom.
Exactly a year from now, I become old.
I just turned twenty-nine three days ago. Never thought I would age that fast. Seems like just yesterday I was in High school. We actually.
*coughs* It’s a little weird. No, you don’t wanna.. Okay, okay… So you know that week a couple of months ago where you took care of Goose while I was in London? Nah, nah, unimportant.
*rolls eyes* If it’s not important then why are ya brin’ it up? *grunts* Yes I remember that week she pissed everywhere! Now what of it?
What kind of name is Zakarus? I’m sorry baby number one. You have weird parents who choose weird names for their kids. Now it will haunt you forever. *pats the baby’s head* Oh. Ha. My shit? Erm…
I suddenly feel that it’s actually not so important after all.
His name isn’t weird. Just so ya know it’s her grandfathers name so yeah. Don’t touch my kid like that either, yeah?
No, ya have to tell me know. Come on Tiff Sniff. Tell me what is the matter.
When Nala heard the pounding on the door, she quickly pulled the gun that he had given her out. Her shaky hands clenched the weapon as the door swung open and Jack Skellington burst into her apartment. “Don’t you think I fucking know that, Skellington?!” She was crying although she kept her voice firm while her hands gave her away. She carefully watched as he came closer and got down to their level. “Don’t come any closer!” Tears streamed down her cheeks and she quickly wiped them away with her shoulder, keeping the barrel of the gun pointed at Jack. “How in the bloody fucking hell do I know I can trust you?”
Jack looked at Nala and the barrel of the gun that was pointed directly at his face. He stood up slowly, not removing his darken eyes from her. He took a few steady breaths before shaking his head slightly. “Ya can.” he spoke in a cool, but still darken voice. “I-I was in the same place he was back in January but I was a lot worse than he was.” he cleared his throat. Stepping closer, “Also, ya can trust me. Cause I’m not the same guy I was when we first meet.” he confessed. “I know what it feels like to be in his shoes. I’m a father Nala. It’s not just bout me anymore. It’s bout my boys an her. So, lowered the gun an I will explain everythin’ ya want to know.”
Someone do me a favor and kill me now? I swear I’ll write a note to the cops saying I forgive you for all crimes and don’t press charges from the grave.
So does this mean ya be goin’ to the University here in town? Also, ya eighteen now an well….I just worry of these dickholes in this town goin’ after ya all cause ya of age now.
Also, can ya do me a favor?
"Not so much what I did as what I tried to undo." He slurred, an amused grin crossing his paler than normal features as she threatened him. "Meaner than you have tried love, and yet I’m still in one piece." A dark chuckle turned into a harsh coughing fit that rattled in his lungs and racked his frame. He turned to look at her, dark hazy eyes thoughtful as they regarded her. "Don’t make deals with devils, they don’t take too kindly to you trying to get back your soul." He cautioned before he was overtaken by another coughing fit. A small groan of pain was the last sound he made before he passed out from blood loss.
It was as if he was speaking in riddles. “Deals? Getting back your soul?” She blew out a sigh of frustration, “This doesn’t make any bloody fucking sense.” One minute he was cracking jokes and the next he was lifeless, falling to the ground. “Bryce!” Her legs buckled as his weight went into her arms and she fell to the ground with him, sitting at the top of the stairs. “Come on Bryce. Wake up. You need to wake up.” It was then that the tears finally broke from her eyes and began to slide down her cheeks. The love of her life was about to die on the stairs outside of their apartment because she couldn’t help him in time.
Jack was informed from the boss about what Barrel had done. What a stupid kid he was thinking. This was the first time the older male thought that his right hand man was the one was acting like he did. He rushed to his apartment but when he wasn’t there. He had no idea where to go. But it hit him, Nala. He had to be at her place, she was his girlfriend after all. He would do the same if he and Zooey were living separate places.
Once he got to her place, he saw the blood and he knew his friend was here. He banged on the door a couple times before just letting himself in. “BARREL!” he called out before seeing him in the arms of the younger girl. Jack looked at her with wide eyes before looking at Barrel before back at her. “Ya need to get him some help.” he told her as he too got down to their level. “Nala, there are some thin’ ya need to know bout ya boyfriend an what he does for a livin’. Why he’s like…” he swallowed. “This.”
You all should watch me do the ice bucket challenge