Making Choices (ATTN: Liz)

[Jonah Finn]

After the hasty retreat from Saint's place, Jonah wandered aimlessly around the neighbourhood. Lucky for him, wherever he went, it was empty and so he started to curse himself out loud for being such a bastard to Saint. Sure he could not imagine being someone for the rest of his life but did he have to just up and leave like that? Why did he do something stupid like that?

Jandro, Lia and Lily were going to have a field day when they find out that he abandoned their brother and son. Jandro already hated him and he had no doubt that this incident is going to make the younger boy completely hate him. But he did not care about Jandro as much as he cared about Saint. The boy had been nothing but nice and kind towards him and he repaid the boy by running away from him? Goddammit he is such an asshole.

Anyone who cared to look out their window right then would have thought they were seeing a crazy person as Jonah screamed to himself, kicking dirt and cursing everything wrong about his life. Then again, Jonah was a crazy and a damn stupid person to have left Saint alone at home.

His first thought was to rush back to Saint's home, beg for forgiveness and continue where they left off but he knew there was no chance in hell that Saint was ever going to forgive him after THAT stunt. He needed someone to punch him in the face. And he knew exactly where to go for that.

Once he arrived at the house, he looked behind the mailbox for a sliding compartment where the spare key was always put but he found none. He tried to open the door but it was locked. He cursed out loud. So she was really upset with him. That was better. She'd know exactly what to do.

He went around the back and started to climb the big pipe nimbly and hoisted himself up to the roof and opened one window he knew could never be locked. She slid in and fell on his face into Liz's room. The smoke was everywhere and the sickly sweet smell was hurting his eyes and nose.

[Liz Davies]

Liz laid on her bed, lighter in one hand and pipe in the other. The bag of weed she had purchased held significantly less than when she got home, but it did help relax her. So what if Jonah wanted to go out with some boy? So what if she never saw him again? She could spend the rest of her life right here in her room, laying on her bed, and she would be perfectly happy. So long as the weed didn't run out.

Thud thud thud.

What was that? Liz heard the barely audible rhythm coming from the west side of the house, right near her bedroom window. Something was out there! All manner of beasts ran through Liz's head as she slowly turned her head towards the only source of light in the room. The smoky haze only served to make her more tense.

Thud thud thud.

She had to hide! She didn't have the time to make it out of the room, so flopping onto the ground next to her bed was her best bet. She'd be safe there, anyway, no one would see her. She slid to the side of her bed, held the pipe ad lighter firmly, and lowered herself onto the carpet. If only she had a bed frame that she could crawl underneath!

She heard the window slide open, followed by more thumps, these very loud and very nearby, just on the other side of the bed. Worried her hiding place was close to being compromised, she closed her eyes. To the rest of the world, she was now invisible!

[Jonah Finn]

"Fuck my life!" Jonah yelled at his blunder and tried to straighten himself up, touching his rather tender nose. He could not see a damn thing throught the smoke. "Fuck, Davies. You steal a fucking smoke bomb or something? Where the hell are you? Come out Dav-WHOA!" His foot stuck against something on the floor and once again he found himself getting reacquainted with the floor.

Now, on top of the smoky haze clouding his vision, he was seeing stars dancing in his eyes. "FUCK MY LIFE!" he yelled yet again before getting up. His head was spinning and he touched his nose again. This time it made him yelp and when he withdrew his hand, he saw red even through the smoke. He blindly groped along the walls to open the window to air out the room and he finally saw his hand which was pretty much covered in blood and he saw what he tripped over.

Liz was crouched on the floor with her eyes squeezed shut. "What the....Davies...Davies!" He shook his friend roughly by the shoulder. "Davies, it's me Jonah. Freaking hell, girl. Hey, you still mad at me? Nice touch with the keys and the locked doors." Jonah sighed and crouched down and slid his hands under Liz's arms and pulled her up so she was sitting on the bed. Pushing away the fallen curtain of hair, Jonah called out to his best friend again.

[Liz Davies]

Whatever was in her room was shouting, and Liz did not like it. She wanted to shout back, but she refrained for fear that she would be discovered. More thumping and shouting followed, and Liz's mind began to slowly piece together the noises. A vague image formed in her mind, one she recognized.

But it was not possible. He was gone, gone forever, and she was alone and adrift through the seas that was life. She was the boat that sailed that see, possibly named the Davies, which was very much like Davy Jones. She did not want to ever have to go down to Davy Jones' locker. He was pretty creepy looking in the Pirates of the Caribbean movie. The first one was good, but the second two go super boring. But Johnny Depp was always....

Suddenly the whole world seemed to be engulfed in an earthquake! Liz squeezed her eyes even harder. There must be something wrong! She felt strong hands moving her, lifting her onto her bed. Throughout it all, her eyes remained shut tight to prevent the outside world from acknowledging her existence. But something was terrible wrong, and as her hair was pushed away from her eyes, curiosity got the best of Liz Davies and she cracked open one eye.

Jonah Finn sat before her, blood dripping from his nose. She looked down at herself and saw red marks on her shirts and arm. Was she bleeding to?

“Aw man... my shirt...”

[Jonah Finn]

Liz was way out of it but at least she wasn't dead. Jonah apologised for the blood and covered his nose as he tried to find a piece of cloth or cotton wools to stick it up his nose. He quickly washed his hands and found a packet of cotton balls in Liz's bathroom and stuffed it up his nose before going back to Liz and taking her shirt and jeans off and throwing them in the laundry basket. He laid her down on the bed and went in search of a new pair of t-shirt and jeans. Once he found them, he slid them on his best friend relatively easily and then sat beside her on the bed.

"Davies, I screwed up. I'm sorry I chose Santos over you. And I'm sorry that I'm here now but I didn't know where else to go." Jonah said softly. He knew Liz would probably forget everything he was saying but maybe that's why he needed to let it all out. "He was talking about forever and I couldn't but the funny thing is, I want forever. Or at least a hell of a long time." He shook his head in faint amusement before scratching his head. "What's happening to me huh?"

[Liz Davies]

Liz didn't want to move. She felt numb inside, like her body was actively trying to ignore the fact that Jonah seemed to appear out of nowhere. What was he doing in her room? She felt her clothes slide off, and it felt good. She felt free, and her body squirmed around on the bed. Her eyes, however, remained locked on the ceiling.

Had she been more aware, she might have felt a little embarrassed by her choice of underwear as it was pretty revealing. Though Jonah had seen her in her underwear many times, so maybe it wasn't so bad. It would be a pretty sly trick of his to pretend to be gay just to see her half naked, but Liz didn't think it was a trick. There was that boy...

She had forgotten about the boy! Her thoughts were interrupted by the confining prison of more clothes. Their arrival elicited a groan from the barely conscious girl. Laying down on the ground was a bad idea, it seemed to have sucked all her energy away. She tried to focus in on what Jonah was saying but barely caught the words. All she knew was that he was here now, which meant the other boy must be gone. Obviously the guy had hurt Jonah, and now he was crawling back.

“Toldja so...” she managed to mumble. She reached down and undid the button fly of her pants that Jonah had so carefully and kindly buttoned for her. She laid there for a moment before realizing that didn't make the pants go away and reached down again, pulling them off first her left leg, then her right. She let them slide to the floor. The she reached out her arms to Jonah, hoping he would sit her up. She pouted when he didn't immediately move her.

"Bah... help."

[Jonah Finn]

Liz was obviously no help. The fact that she had just taken off the pants he had painstakingly put on for her despite her being a deadweight just proved his point. She was way too high to be a functional friend. But he supposed he wasn't and hadn't been a friend at all to Liz the past few days. He felt bad and on top of all that, he might have ruined any chance he ever had with a possibly good guy who actually liked him and saw beyond the jack-assery.

He turned and saw Liz reaching one hand out. He chuckled despite the seriousness of the situation and helped her up. Instantly wrapping his arms around her waist, Jonah stabilised Liz's body. "Ah who am I kidding? I'm destined to be alone anyway. I'm nothing but an asshole. Can't even be a good friend to the only person who would ever call me her friend. I bailed on you when you had weed. Man I'm a bad friend. Hey we need to get you sober. Let's get you sober, you high fiend."

Jonah slid his leg down to the floor and pulled Liz off the bed. He threw her arm around his shoulder and adjusted her weight so he could half carry half drag Liz out of her bed. "What did Paul give you man? Must have been some sweet stuff."

[Liz Davies]

Jonah was a good friend. He always helped Liz when she got too fucked up, and he knew just what she always wanted to munch on. The pair stumbled through the house, down the stairs, and straight into the kitchen. Liz collapsed into a chair, the cold plastic very noticeable on her bare butt. A half empty bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos was set in front of her, and by the time she could reach in and grab a chip the cottage cheese had appeared next to the bag.

A few dozen chips later and Liz looked over at Jonah and smiled. The room seemed a lot less blurry, though there wasn't nearly as much smoke hanging in the kitchen as there currently was in Liz's room. He didn't look too happy, and Liz didn't like it when her best friend wasn't happy.

“Hey...” she mumbled, eyes half open. “S'okay. Have some chips.” She reached into the bag herself to find that it was just a handful of crumbs. Instead, she slid the cottage cheese over to rest in front of him, then laid her head on the table. “Cottage cheese is so weird. I mean, why is it all lumpy like that? No other cheese is like it at all.” She sighed, not knowing how to cheer Jonah up. Maybe he needed the weed. She reached down to get the baggie out of her pants, having forgotten they had been changed and then the new pair taken off.

“I'm not wearing pants.”

[Jonah Finn]

Jonah took care of Liz like he would if he had a little sister. Knowing what she wanted when she wanted it had been his job ever since they fought that one fateful day in the playground. They cleaned each other up a little later after the bloody fight and introduced themselves to each other. They were inseparable since. And although Liz didn't know much about Jonah's family background, she still made sure he was well taken care of.

When he was sure she was a bit sobered up, he took a glass of water and placed it beside Liz who had finally realised her blunder. "Very glib, my dear Watson. What ever gave it away? The lack of colour on your thighs?" Jonah chuckled before grabbing himself a bottle of beer. Sitting down beside Liz, he grabbed the cottage cheese and dipped his finger into it before scooping up some into his mouth. "Because they taste good lumpy." Jonah answered her random question.

"Your pants are upstairs. You took it off. You were planning on seducing me with your chicken legs, I reckon." Jonah grinned before pushing the glass to her. "Drink up. You'll need plenty of fluids to drain that weed out."

[Liz Davies]

The water in the glass looked as delicious to Liz as water ever had. She realized her mouth was incredibly dry again, and that she had left her other glass of water upstairs with her pants. She grabbed for it the second it hit the table and nearly chugged the whole thing. A few drips of water overflowed from the glass and rand down her t-shirt. A few even hit her bare legs.

“Fuck that's cold.” She glanced down at her pale legs. She didn't think they were chicken legs, they were way too big for that. She frowned. “Kay, you have to look away until I get pants. So look away. That's my seduction tech... technique.” Her head was feeling floaty, and it was made all the worse when she stood up. Her first few steps were more stumbles than anything else, but she regained her balance and made her way up into her room. It was clogged with smoke, so bad that when she opened her window a visible cloud could be seen coming out. Hopefully no neighbors noticed.

She grabbed the pair of pants she had first been wearing, and nearly put them on before seeing red and remembering about the blood. She reached into the pocket to find a nearly empty bag of weed. “Fuck!” She did not mean to smoke so much. That was a lot of money wasted in one afternoon. She grabbed the other pair of jeans off the floor and tugged them on, falling onto her bed in the process. For a moment, she laid in the comfort of her blankets, and the events of the day started coming back to her. Jonah appearing with a boy, them fighting, and him running off. She felt bad about the fight, and had said some stupid things. But him leaving had broken her heart! Why was he all of a sudden back? She could feel the tears welling up, and she fought back. Not again.

She walked to her door. “Get the fuck out, asshole!” she cried, her emotions starting to take control again. She slammed the door and locked it, then returned to her bed. Big drops of water splashed from her eyes onto the pillow for the second time that day.