Ranting... (pyrokenetic_ & chaotic_slayer, switching POV starting with Sam)
I hate this.
I'm sorry, but I can't pretend that I don't. At least, to anyone who isn't Carly I can't. Because everyone knows me better than that, and then I'd just get heckled for lying through my teeth about it all. So even if I wanted to, there was just no point in it.
So what am I going to do? Probably something that I really shouldn't.
Call my sister.
I got Julia to bed, and then headed into the living room. Carly was probably on the phone with Alex, so I really didn't have to worry about being heard. I dialed, and waited. She was probably expecting me to call one time today...
Another job down the drain. Stupid stupid stupid! Ack.
I can't believe I screwed up another interview. And it was a complete accident too, I can't be blamed for the guy wearing bad hairplugs. I had to spend the whole time trying not to stare and gag to death. It wasn't fair, He must have done it to test me or something. "Is there a problem Miss Howell." "Yes, actually, did you honestly expect that to look real?"
Okay, maybe I didn't have to be so blunt... but honestly!
I heard the phone ring, and snatched it up with a sigh. "Hello?"
"Hey, bad time?"
Ah, Sam sounds depressed. Carly probably decided to give him hell over the photoshoot, and that's gotta be worse than my little fowl up today. "Not at all. What's up big brother?"
"Jake's going to be staying over here while I'm gone all week."
Ohhhh. Worse than I thought, isn't it. "That's gotta be sending little bad pictures dancing through your head."
"Ha Freakin' Ha, stop enjoying this."
I'm not! I'm appalled he'd think that way, that I'd enjoy his irritation and jealousy enough to start cracking jokes non stop. "Now would I do such a thing to you?"
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'Would I do such a thing to you.' That's like saying I'd never crack a joke over her many fowl ups on a job interview. So okay, maybe I deserve this, but her feigned innocence is really annoying. "Yeah, yeah you really would."
"Whatever. I don't understand what you're worried about."
And why am I the only one who does?!
"I'm worried that I'm going to come home and Julia is going to be looking at a different Dad, and Carly's going to have forgotten all about me. That's what I'm worried about, why does no one else get that?"
"Because no one else is that paranoid Samuel."
"Oh like you wouldn't be."
"That's not the point, the point is that you are."
Stop that, I hate that, why does she have to be ration when I'm not. It's a freakin' pain in the ass.
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"Don't you think I maybe have a reason?"
Why, because Jake still has a monumental thing for Carly? Because he's still carrying his torch like you wouldn't believe for her? That's nothing.
At least, in this case.
"Look, Carly would never cheat on you, dumbass." I sighed. "But even if she would, it'd be Jake that she'd be doing it with in a heartbeat... so I guess I can see where you're coming from. But still."
... I'm not helping am I. Whoops.
"Thanks a lot."
I'm trying! "You know I'm crap at this advice and comfort thing, you should have been expecting this when you called me. You're older, I'm younger. I'm not supposed to be good at all this. Idiot."
"Good to know I can count on you."
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I mean come on, when she paints it like that, what else do you expect me to say. 'It'd be Jake in a hearbeat'. Christ.
"You can count on me, just not to advise you. At least not in the comforting way. If you want me to tell you how not to be stupid, I'll gladly do that."
"Look, I know it's stupid. But I can't help it. Jake couldn't go one week without at least trying to make a move. I know I probably would in his place." I mean come on, who wouldn't.
"No you wouldn't."
"Yeah I would."
"Wouldn't."
"Would."
"Liar."
"Bitch."
"Idiot."
"Ditz."
"Putz."
"This isn't getting me anywhere!"
----
Yeah yeah I know, but it's so much fun... We only fight like this every once in a while now, the serious fights usually involve a great deal of cursing and yelling. These kind? More fun.
"Alright, alright, we'll focus on you again."
"Thank you."
"So explain to me why you don't trust Carly enough not to do anything with Jake."
"It's not that I don't trust her."
Ohhhhh sure it's not. Horrendously stupid bad liar. "Sure it's not Sam. Sure it's not. You think that she'll give in to Jake's Don Juan... isms. And with all the Don Juan-istic-ness that's going to happen in the meantime, you're afraid you're not going to have a family when you get back."
"Don Juan-istic-ness?"
"I made it up. Back on subject."
"I don't think she'll give in. Not really." And there's the sigh when he's trying really hard not to admit that he's so utterly wrong that it's frightening. "I just..."
"Trust her. If not to not cheat on you, then at least not to ruin things for Julia."
See? This is why things would be better if Stupid and Girlfriend got married. There'd be even more guilt involved, so neither one of them would cheat. Or something equally close to that. At least, in theory... sort of.
"Okay." Ah, the childish muttering thingy. I've been waiting for that one.
"Okay." I grinned. "So is the party on?"
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Yeah, there's something I want to bring up to Carly all over again, really. "I have no idea. Who told you?"
"Madsen called. He wanted me to back you up incase Carly said no, since she likes me better than him. Something about her Snowflakeyness is going to ruin everything and blah blah blah."
He would do that.
"I'll check with Carly and let you know." I rolled my eyes, leaning back on the couch. "It's probably going to happen, if Alex can calm her down enough. And even then, it's iffy." I shrugged.
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I sighed. Carly would ruin a decently good party. It's not fair. She's all jealous over Sam going away when she knows my brother wouldn't cheat on her. They're just too suspicious of each other, it's pathetic.
"Okay, okay... Call me and let me know." I muttered as I sat on my kitchen counter, popping open a soda. "You think Excessively Cute Study Boy will be there?" Wait... why did I ask that? Oh damn it, come on! I haven't even remotely thought about him for a few days now.
"He has a name."
"Nevermind it, I don't care."
"If it happens, yeah, Dan will probably be there."
"Oh." I should make sure I look good then. Wait... no I shouldn't. It doesn't matter, I'm not allowed to touch because it's Carly's nephew. So I shouldn't. I should just dress good because it's a party, and parties are something you should look good for.
"I'll call you about it." He sounds smug. I hate it when he sounds smug. Twit.
"Alright, alright. I'll talk to you later then."
"Alright. And Ari?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
I smiled and shook my head, hopping off the counter. "Anytime, happy to tell you what an idiot you're being."
He laughed. "Whatever."
I grinned. "See you around big brother." And then I hung up, sipping on my soda and looking at the newspaper. I wonder if there are any guys with bad hairplugs interviewing people for a job at a book store...
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Done for _you_would
I'm sorry, but I can't pretend that I don't. At least, to anyone who isn't Carly I can't. Because everyone knows me better than that, and then I'd just get heckled for lying through my teeth about it all. So even if I wanted to, there was just no point in it.
So what am I going to do? Probably something that I really shouldn't.
Call my sister.
I got Julia to bed, and then headed into the living room. Carly was probably on the phone with Alex, so I really didn't have to worry about being heard. I dialed, and waited. She was probably expecting me to call one time today...
Another job down the drain. Stupid stupid stupid! Ack.
I can't believe I screwed up another interview. And it was a complete accident too, I can't be blamed for the guy wearing bad hairplugs. I had to spend the whole time trying not to stare and gag to death. It wasn't fair, He must have done it to test me or something. "Is there a problem Miss Howell." "Yes, actually, did you honestly expect that to look real?"
Okay, maybe I didn't have to be so blunt... but honestly!
I heard the phone ring, and snatched it up with a sigh. "Hello?"
"Hey, bad time?"
Ah, Sam sounds depressed. Carly probably decided to give him hell over the photoshoot, and that's gotta be worse than my little fowl up today. "Not at all. What's up big brother?"
"Jake's going to be staying over here while I'm gone all week."
Ohhhh. Worse than I thought, isn't it. "That's gotta be sending little bad pictures dancing through your head."
"Ha Freakin' Ha, stop enjoying this."
I'm not! I'm appalled he'd think that way, that I'd enjoy his irritation and jealousy enough to start cracking jokes non stop. "Now would I do such a thing to you?"
----
'Would I do such a thing to you.' That's like saying I'd never crack a joke over her many fowl ups on a job interview. So okay, maybe I deserve this, but her feigned innocence is really annoying. "Yeah, yeah you really would."
"Whatever. I don't understand what you're worried about."
And why am I the only one who does?!
"I'm worried that I'm going to come home and Julia is going to be looking at a different Dad, and Carly's going to have forgotten all about me. That's what I'm worried about, why does no one else get that?"
"Because no one else is that paranoid Samuel."
"Oh like you wouldn't be."
"That's not the point, the point is that you are."
Stop that, I hate that, why does she have to be ration when I'm not. It's a freakin' pain in the ass.
----
"Don't you think I maybe have a reason?"
Why, because Jake still has a monumental thing for Carly? Because he's still carrying his torch like you wouldn't believe for her? That's nothing.
At least, in this case.
"Look, Carly would never cheat on you, dumbass." I sighed. "But even if she would, it'd be Jake that she'd be doing it with in a heartbeat... so I guess I can see where you're coming from. But still."
... I'm not helping am I. Whoops.
"Thanks a lot."
I'm trying! "You know I'm crap at this advice and comfort thing, you should have been expecting this when you called me. You're older, I'm younger. I'm not supposed to be good at all this. Idiot."
"Good to know I can count on you."
----
I mean come on, when she paints it like that, what else do you expect me to say. 'It'd be Jake in a hearbeat'. Christ.
"You can count on me, just not to advise you. At least not in the comforting way. If you want me to tell you how not to be stupid, I'll gladly do that."
"Look, I know it's stupid. But I can't help it. Jake couldn't go one week without at least trying to make a move. I know I probably would in his place." I mean come on, who wouldn't.
"No you wouldn't."
"Yeah I would."
"Wouldn't."
"Would."
"Liar."
"Bitch."
"Idiot."
"Ditz."
"Putz."
"This isn't getting me anywhere!"
----
Yeah yeah I know, but it's so much fun... We only fight like this every once in a while now, the serious fights usually involve a great deal of cursing and yelling. These kind? More fun.
"Alright, alright, we'll focus on you again."
"Thank you."
"So explain to me why you don't trust Carly enough not to do anything with Jake."
"It's not that I don't trust her."
Ohhhhh sure it's not. Horrendously stupid bad liar. "Sure it's not Sam. Sure it's not. You think that she'll give in to Jake's Don Juan... isms. And with all the Don Juan-istic-ness that's going to happen in the meantime, you're afraid you're not going to have a family when you get back."
"Don Juan-istic-ness?"
"I made it up. Back on subject."
"I don't think she'll give in. Not really." And there's the sigh when he's trying really hard not to admit that he's so utterly wrong that it's frightening. "I just..."
"Trust her. If not to not cheat on you, then at least not to ruin things for Julia."
See? This is why things would be better if Stupid and Girlfriend got married. There'd be even more guilt involved, so neither one of them would cheat. Or something equally close to that. At least, in theory... sort of.
"Okay." Ah, the childish muttering thingy. I've been waiting for that one.
"Okay." I grinned. "So is the party on?"
----
Yeah, there's something I want to bring up to Carly all over again, really. "I have no idea. Who told you?"
"Madsen called. He wanted me to back you up incase Carly said no, since she likes me better than him. Something about her Snowflakeyness is going to ruin everything and blah blah blah."
He would do that.
"I'll check with Carly and let you know." I rolled my eyes, leaning back on the couch. "It's probably going to happen, if Alex can calm her down enough. And even then, it's iffy." I shrugged.
----
I sighed. Carly would ruin a decently good party. It's not fair. She's all jealous over Sam going away when she knows my brother wouldn't cheat on her. They're just too suspicious of each other, it's pathetic.
"Okay, okay... Call me and let me know." I muttered as I sat on my kitchen counter, popping open a soda. "You think Excessively Cute Study Boy will be there?" Wait... why did I ask that? Oh damn it, come on! I haven't even remotely thought about him for a few days now.
"He has a name."
"Nevermind it, I don't care."
"If it happens, yeah, Dan will probably be there."
"Oh." I should make sure I look good then. Wait... no I shouldn't. It doesn't matter, I'm not allowed to touch because it's Carly's nephew. So I shouldn't. I should just dress good because it's a party, and parties are something you should look good for.
"I'll call you about it." He sounds smug. I hate it when he sounds smug. Twit.
"Alright, alright. I'll talk to you later then."
"Alright. And Ari?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
I smiled and shook my head, hopping off the counter. "Anytime, happy to tell you what an idiot you're being."
He laughed. "Whatever."
I grinned. "See you around big brother." And then I hung up, sipping on my soda and looking at the newspaper. I wonder if there are any guys with bad hairplugs interviewing people for a job at a book store...
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Done for _you_would