muses_w_remotes | 12.5. Splash quote
12.5. “Yeah? Well, that's a crock. It doesn't work that way. Look, do you realize how happy you were with her? That is, of course, when you weren't driving yourself crazy. Every day? Come on. Some people will never BE that happy. I'LL never be that happy. What am I talking to you for? You don't know anything.”
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Tim wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened or even if he was supposed to know what had just happened. He chewed on the inside of the corner of his mouth and scratched the back of his head. “Ya’ alright, Six?” he asked.
Jason threw Tim a glare of annoyance. “Do I look alright to you? Huh? No, I’m not damn well alright but you can just fuck off back the hole you crawled out of because you’ve never been there to help me before. It’s too late to start now.” He shook his head, backing up in his chair and wheeling himself through to the kitchen.
Inevitably, Tim followed his best friend, unphased. He was worried, though. “Yeah, alright, I’ll give ya’ that but can’t I try again? I mean, ain’t anyone else here, is there? What happened? Is this somethin’ t’do with Mac? Oh hell, she ain’t broken up with ya’, has she?” he asked, frowning.
“No, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to stay together,” Jason muttered from the opened fridge, taking out a can of soda. He elbowed the door closed again and wheeled over to the sink to look for the little tool he used to open cans. “She’s pregnant.”
Tim’s mouth dropped open. “What? Like, with a kid?”
Jason snorted and flicked the can open, tossing the tool back into the sink. “No, with a giant squid. Yes, with a fucking kid!” He stopped with a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping as he shook his head. “I was trying to ask her to marry me… again, and she threw this at me. The proposal was, like, defunct after that. She bolted before I had a chance to say anything, even I if didn’t know what the hell to say. It’s the same thing all over again, isn’t it?”
Tim came over and leaned against the counter. “What? Like with the other chick? How is it anything the same? This is Mac. It ain’t some one night stand, Six. Ya’ can’t shove Mac in the same bitch boat as everybody else because she ain’t the same.”
“I’m not saying she is!” Jason snapped, shooting Tim a warning look. “I’m saying I can’t damn well have kids. Alright? I can’t! This isn’t my kid, just like Noah wasn’t my kid because it’s not possible! Why can’t anyone get that through their damn heads?!”
“Hey, look, J, I know ya’ probably pissed off an’ all but ya’ bein’ an asshole here. Ya’ thought the last kid was some sorta miracle an’ all. Ya’ believed it then. Why can’t ya’ believe it now. Mac ain’t that other chick and she ain’t Lyla. She ain’t deservin’ ya’ to lump her into the pile of shit ya’ been through in that past. She loves ya’, dude. Least ya’ can do is fuckin’ hear her out with this,” Tim told him, stabbing his finger against the counter for emphasis.
Jason shook his head, huffing out a sharp breath through his nose in annoyance. “You don’t know what this is like, alright? You’ll never have this problem!”
“No, I probably won’t,” Tim conceded. “But I ain’t the one who got her pregnant. That was all ya’ doin’, Six, whether ya’ believe it or not. I ain’t believin’ for a minute that Mac would say the kid was yours if it ain’t. She’d tell ya’ if it wasn’t. She’s like skinny as all fuck so she can’t be that far along. Ya’ been t’gether a coupla months so unless ya’ suggestin’ she cheated on ya’, ya’ gotta hear her out, J, because ya’ could be about t’throw away the best thing that ever happened t’ya’.”
Jason scrunched his nose up as he swallowed the large mouthful of soda. As he did, he spotted a creased letter lying on the counter near Tim’s hands and he shifted forward. “What’s this?” he asked, setting the can aside and reaching for the letter.
“It ain’t anythin’,” Tim said dismissively, frowning. “I ain’t lettin’ ya’ change the fuckin’ subject, Six. Are ya’ gonna go see Mac? I’ll drag ya’ cripple ass there m’self if I damn well have to. I ain’t lettin’ ya’ break her heart.”
But Jason was already skimming the letter after seeing the letterhead. “Fuck, Tim! You fucking got into Columbia!” he cried, holding up the letter and waving it a little. “This is awesome! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Ya’ were tied up with Mac bein’ sick. J, look,” Tim tried again but it was pointless.
Despite the confusing turn of events earlier, Jason was grinning proudly for his friend. “Columbia, Timmy! That’s one of the fucking best teams in the country! Columbia Lions are like… hell, this is brilliant! See, if you just realise your potential, you’ll be able to get through doing something you love. You’re a fucking fantastic football player, Tim. This proves it!” He was still smiling in awe as he read over the letter again, but it faltered a little and he looked back up at his friend. “This says you gotta be at the university for an interview with them and their coaches this Tuesday. No, no don’t tell me you’re gonna pull on this, Tim!”
“It’s some posh school, Six. It ain’t for me. It’s your road, not mine,” Tim said, letting out a heavy breath. He felt like he was talking in circles to everyone.
Jason frowned and wheeled himself closer to Tim. “Bull-fucking-shit, Riggins! Stop talking out your ass! You and I played on the same team for years and won the same games! This letter of offer isn’t here for anything I did. This isn’t my road anymore, Tim, but it can still be yours. You can live the dream I can’t anymore and if you goddamn try to suggest that it isn’t your dream, I’ll kick your fucking ass. Being a cripple won’t stop me because I know you, Tim. Some days I know you better than you know yourself and you’re going to this meeting on Tuesday and you’re going to tell them you want this gig because if you don’t, you really will be stuck in Dillon for the rest of your live scooping choc fudge at the Alamo Freeze for pimply teenagers who could only pray to be given opportunities just like this. So, are you gonna do it?” he challenged, holding Tim’s gaze seriously.
“I’ll do it,” Tim drawled, straightening back up so he could grab up his truck keys. “If ya’ go t’Mac right now and tell her ya’ love her and hear her out about this kid without tarrin’ her with the same brush as all ya’ exes. If ya’ don’t, I ain’t gonna be anywhere near New York on Tuesday. Your call, Six.”
Jason heaved out a sharp breath, shaking his head as he glared at his friend again. “Fuck you, Timmy,” he murmured. “Goddamnit.”
Taylor MacKenzie [comeswithcuffs] & Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] referenced with permission
Word Count | 1,150
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Co-written with texas33forever | Follows THIS
Tim wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened or even if he was supposed to know what had just happened. He chewed on the inside of the corner of his mouth and scratched the back of his head. “Ya’ alright, Six?” he asked.
Jason threw Tim a glare of annoyance. “Do I look alright to you? Huh? No, I’m not damn well alright but you can just fuck off back the hole you crawled out of because you’ve never been there to help me before. It’s too late to start now.” He shook his head, backing up in his chair and wheeling himself through to the kitchen.
Inevitably, Tim followed his best friend, unphased. He was worried, though. “Yeah, alright, I’ll give ya’ that but can’t I try again? I mean, ain’t anyone else here, is there? What happened? Is this somethin’ t’do with Mac? Oh hell, she ain’t broken up with ya’, has she?” he asked, frowning.
“No, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to stay together,” Jason muttered from the opened fridge, taking out a can of soda. He elbowed the door closed again and wheeled over to the sink to look for the little tool he used to open cans. “She’s pregnant.”
Tim’s mouth dropped open. “What? Like, with a kid?”
Jason snorted and flicked the can open, tossing the tool back into the sink. “No, with a giant squid. Yes, with a fucking kid!” He stopped with a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping as he shook his head. “I was trying to ask her to marry me… again, and she threw this at me. The proposal was, like, defunct after that. She bolted before I had a chance to say anything, even I if didn’t know what the hell to say. It’s the same thing all over again, isn’t it?”
Tim came over and leaned against the counter. “What? Like with the other chick? How is it anything the same? This is Mac. It ain’t some one night stand, Six. Ya’ can’t shove Mac in the same bitch boat as everybody else because she ain’t the same.”
“I’m not saying she is!” Jason snapped, shooting Tim a warning look. “I’m saying I can’t damn well have kids. Alright? I can’t! This isn’t my kid, just like Noah wasn’t my kid because it’s not possible! Why can’t anyone get that through their damn heads?!”
“Hey, look, J, I know ya’ probably pissed off an’ all but ya’ bein’ an asshole here. Ya’ thought the last kid was some sorta miracle an’ all. Ya’ believed it then. Why can’t ya’ believe it now. Mac ain’t that other chick and she ain’t Lyla. She ain’t deservin’ ya’ to lump her into the pile of shit ya’ been through in that past. She loves ya’, dude. Least ya’ can do is fuckin’ hear her out with this,” Tim told him, stabbing his finger against the counter for emphasis.
Jason shook his head, huffing out a sharp breath through his nose in annoyance. “You don’t know what this is like, alright? You’ll never have this problem!”
“No, I probably won’t,” Tim conceded. “But I ain’t the one who got her pregnant. That was all ya’ doin’, Six, whether ya’ believe it or not. I ain’t believin’ for a minute that Mac would say the kid was yours if it ain’t. She’d tell ya’ if it wasn’t. She’s like skinny as all fuck so she can’t be that far along. Ya’ been t’gether a coupla months so unless ya’ suggestin’ she cheated on ya’, ya’ gotta hear her out, J, because ya’ could be about t’throw away the best thing that ever happened t’ya’.”
Jason scrunched his nose up as he swallowed the large mouthful of soda. As he did, he spotted a creased letter lying on the counter near Tim’s hands and he shifted forward. “What’s this?” he asked, setting the can aside and reaching for the letter.
“It ain’t anythin’,” Tim said dismissively, frowning. “I ain’t lettin’ ya’ change the fuckin’ subject, Six. Are ya’ gonna go see Mac? I’ll drag ya’ cripple ass there m’self if I damn well have to. I ain’t lettin’ ya’ break her heart.”
But Jason was already skimming the letter after seeing the letterhead. “Fuck, Tim! You fucking got into Columbia!” he cried, holding up the letter and waving it a little. “This is awesome! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Ya’ were tied up with Mac bein’ sick. J, look,” Tim tried again but it was pointless.
Despite the confusing turn of events earlier, Jason was grinning proudly for his friend. “Columbia, Timmy! That’s one of the fucking best teams in the country! Columbia Lions are like… hell, this is brilliant! See, if you just realise your potential, you’ll be able to get through doing something you love. You’re a fucking fantastic football player, Tim. This proves it!” He was still smiling in awe as he read over the letter again, but it faltered a little and he looked back up at his friend. “This says you gotta be at the university for an interview with them and their coaches this Tuesday. No, no don’t tell me you’re gonna pull on this, Tim!”
“It’s some posh school, Six. It ain’t for me. It’s your road, not mine,” Tim said, letting out a heavy breath. He felt like he was talking in circles to everyone.
Jason frowned and wheeled himself closer to Tim. “Bull-fucking-shit, Riggins! Stop talking out your ass! You and I played on the same team for years and won the same games! This letter of offer isn’t here for anything I did. This isn’t my road anymore, Tim, but it can still be yours. You can live the dream I can’t anymore and if you goddamn try to suggest that it isn’t your dream, I’ll kick your fucking ass. Being a cripple won’t stop me because I know you, Tim. Some days I know you better than you know yourself and you’re going to this meeting on Tuesday and you’re going to tell them you want this gig because if you don’t, you really will be stuck in Dillon for the rest of your live scooping choc fudge at the Alamo Freeze for pimply teenagers who could only pray to be given opportunities just like this. So, are you gonna do it?” he challenged, holding Tim’s gaze seriously.
“I’ll do it,” Tim drawled, straightening back up so he could grab up his truck keys. “If ya’ go t’Mac right now and tell her ya’ love her and hear her out about this kid without tarrin’ her with the same brush as all ya’ exes. If ya’ don’t, I ain’t gonna be anywhere near New York on Tuesday. Your call, Six.”
Jason heaved out a sharp breath, shaking his head as he glared at his friend again. “Fuck you, Timmy,” he murmured. “Goddamnit.”
Taylor MacKenzie [comeswithcuffs] & Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] referenced with permission
Word Count | 1,150