Giving Up? | Jericho |

JERRY'S FIRST POST..

No force was big enough. No power strong enough. As a sleeping Jerry laid in his bed, shirt off and wrapped in cotton sheets, it was obvious. No one and nothing was going to get this amateur artist's lazy ass out of bed. It had been a very long day, consisting of school and studying for a surprise pop quiz that spastic excuse of a chem teacher had thrown in there faces. One day to cram as much crap in his head as he could, and unlike most of his class that would either just purely not care or fake a sickie for school tomorrow, it just wasn't in Jerry's blood to flunk a test. Reguardless of how unreasonable and hard it could be. So for hours he sat at his desk, wrote notes, analysed hypotheses and theorums until he just could deal with it, ripped off his clothes and fell into the secure embrace of his mattress. So no, even the buzzing of his phone wasn't going to make him move and inch. Or at least that is what he would wish for, but when a notification came through of a voice message, the tweet tweet of his phone finally did it. As his eye-lids flickered, the dream of a beach house and a surfing stud disappeared and the reality of someone trying to call him at 2 in the morning was present. And no, he wasn't exactly happy.

Pushing himself up onto his elbows, his moaned in slight pain from his back. A stiff back, yeah no. After a severe fracture to the spine, moving after sleeping was definitely a task. And it didn't make waking up at 2 IN THE MORNING any easier. Rubbing his wakening eyes, he reached over and grabbed his phone off the bedside table. Unlocking it, the light of his phone hurting his eyes he squinted and saw who it was from; Phoenix. Sitting up, feeling worry starting to well up inside him, he put his phone to his ear. "Yeah, Jerry, pick up the phone. I'm on the way to yours right now, get outta bed, you know where I'll be." Listening to that, he locked his phone and stared at it, thinking. Either he has had a fight with his dad, he has gotten into a fight or something even worse was happening. The reality was that it was 2am, everyone was asleep and Jerry was expected to get out of bed for Phoenix. But for Jerry's reality, he would drop everything for this guy. So getting up quietly, he grabbed a red button up flanney from the floor and pulled it over him. Now the hardest part was going to be the sneaking out part, because his dad would flip his shit. Here it goes.

Opening his bedroom door, he looked across the hallway at his dad's room. And - it was open. That meant his father passed out with the door open, or was on call and was either lightly sleep or awake. To make matters worse, Jerry had to go passed the door to get down the stairs. Closing his door again, he wished that this could just be easier. But if his dad saw him, he would get his ass kicked. But naive little Jerry, he was willing to risk it. He just had to be quick and quiet, and opening his door again he peered back out into the hallway. But - it was closed. He couldn't hear footsteps, he couldn't see his father. Weird, but if his dad was up he would have to be more careful. But in minutes, Jerry quietly opened the back door and looked outside. Light came from the cellar, and walking out the breeze was fresh on his skin. He wrapped the open shirt over his body and walked towards the cellar doors. Opening it, he walked down the stairs and saw Phoenix pacing. And - he was a friggin' mess!

"Holy shit! What the hell happened?". He asked as the worry now seeped through the cracks and he moved quickly over to Phoenix. Personal space was never a privelege in this friendship as Jerry put a hand to Phoenix's cheek to look at his eye, which looked like Jerry met the blunt end of a very hard baseball bat. He looked to his lip where a line of blood seeped from a cut. He had an expression of pure concern as he moved his hands from Phoenix and just looked at him. "Phee?". He asked, wanting to know exactly who or what did this to his best friend, his brother, the bruised and bloody mess standing in there sanctuary.