Shenanigans

Lane's POV
"ALAINA! SOMETHING HAPPENED TO JASON SLASH JE...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN BED WITH MY SISTER?" I heard Mike scream. I jumped up.
"Shit! Mike! What the fuck are you doing in here screaming?!" I yelled, then turned my head. "Shit! Tre! What're you doing here?!" Then I looked down at my bare chest. "Fuck, no! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..." I began to hyperventilate in panic as I pulled the sheets up to cover my chest. "Tre... Did we... Uh..."
Tre nodded solemnly, but said nothing.
"Oh, shit," I mumbled, staring at the shape of my feet through the fabric of my comforter, then up to Mike.
"Oh, good god. Uh... Here, Lane," Mike handed me my robe and turned around to allow me to get out of the bed and slip into the robe. When I said he could, he turned back around. "Lane, go get yourself cleaned up, and Tre, put on some pants, please!"
"O...okay..." I stuttered, shaking. I couldn't believe what I had done, and it was worse that I couldn't remember doing it. I must've been out of my mind, but I do love Tre... So why am I feeling such remorse?
"When you finish, I need to tell you something," Mike stated, but I could read the implied 'and later I'll give you a boring lecture on safe sex' in his eyes, but I just walked into the bathroom and started up a hot shower. My body felt numb and shaky.
I sat on the edge of the porcelain bath tub and just watched the water falling from the shower head. I placed my hand palm up under the water and drew back when I felt the scalding hot water touch my hand. I made the water cooler before slipping out of my robe and stepping into the shower.

Mike's POV
"I can't fucking believe you!" I growled, my fists clenched. Tre just stared back at me, wide-eyed as ever. He had put on his boxers and was sitting on the corner of Alaina's bed, his hands clasped together.
"Look, Mike, you know that I love Alaina, and Alaina loves me back, and... Well... We kissed and then made out and things just... Sort of... You know, happened," he explained, and right then I could have slapped him so hard he'd fly to China. I had no idea why I was so furious, I mean, she'll be an adult in May, one who can make choices on her own, I shouldn't be getting so angry. But I couldn't help myself. It was just one of the many perks that came with having a sister.
"I don't fucking give two shits about what happened!" I snapped, but then took a deep breath in attempts to calm down. "Did you at least use protection?"
"Well..."
"Don't fucking 'well' me! I asked a question," I squeezed my already clenched fists so that my nails were beginning to cut into my palm. "Did you fucking use protection?" I took a pause between each word to emphasize my anger.
"I didn't have any on me... So," he cringed, "no."
"Fuck you, Tre!" I finally lost my cool and punched him in the face. "That's my sister we're talking about! She could get pregnant... Or even get some crazy ass STD because you weren't careful!"
"Calm the fuck down, Mike! She consented to it. It wasn't my fault, man. Get a grip. Just because you can't comprehend the fact that she can do whatever the fuck she wants doesn't mean you can go beating the shit out of people to keep her innocent! And look at you, getting all worked up because I did something to show I love her, when you fucking hurt Rory last night!"

By the time he finished his little speech, I had calmed down a considerable amount. He was right. She did this on her own, I should respect her choices. But I'll be damned if he brings Farore into this.
"Don't bring her into this," I muttered through clenched teeth.
"Oh, why not? While we're on the topic of doing wrong things, did you ever once consider the fact that during this time you're pissed off at me, you could be at least thinking of a way to apologize to Rory?!" Tre snapped back.
"Fuck off," I stormed out of the room, across the hall, and stopped right outside of my own bedroom. I sighed, took a couple of deep breaths, and opened the door. I needed to calm down.

Closing the door behind me, I leaned against it and slid down so I was sitting on the floor. I buried my head in my hands and sighed.
Then, I heard a sniffle. My head shot up and I saw a body in my bed.
"What the-" I crawled over to my bed and froze. "Oh my god, Farore's in my bed," I stood wide eyed, then sat down besides her. She sighed in her sleep and rolled over, and I drew back in slight shock. Her eyes were red and slightly crusty from what must've been from crying. Black mascara had apparently run down her face and there were some black stains on my pillow. When she breathed in, she sniffled, and I realized she must have cried herself to sleep.
I reached out carefully to move a strand of her hair that had gone in her face. I sighed, thinking deeply about the previous night. I had been a downright jack ass towards Farore, dancing with Maria while she was gone and everything. I never even said I was sorry...
I shook my head and left the room quietly to insure she wouldn't wake up. I trudged into the kitchen to find Jason sitting at the table.
"Shit, Jase, I wasn't expecting you to be here, too!" I said, sitting next to him.
"Eh, well, Lane said I could..." he sighed.
"I'm gonna make some coffee, want some?" I asked, standing up and starting up the coffee maker. I was a huge coffee-lover.
"No, thank you. I'm gonna go home, all right?" he stood up, not once lifting his head up to look at me.
"I'll call you later, there's something important I need to tell you guys," I said as I poured the just finished coffee into a mug.
"Right. Bye." And he left.
I took a sip of the coffee and sighed. I'd been sighing a lot lately, just so much is going on.

Tre's POV
I just sat here on Alaina's bed thinking about what happened.
Last night was so amazing, but it made me think way too hard. What does this all mean? What's going to happen now? What's gonna happen next?
And the most scary question of all: What will Jason do when he finds out?
"Stop thinking so hard about everything..." I looked up and saw Alaina enter her room. She had gotten dressed somehow in the bathroom, though I hadn't seen her bring clothing with her.
"It's kind of hard not to," I shook my head and she sat down besides me. I felt the bed go down from the weight.
"Just know that no matter what, we love each other. Right?" she smiled at me, and I looked into her eyes.
"Of course, Alaina. Always," I kissed her lightly before standing up. I put on the pants I was wearing the night before and the dress shirt. "Let's go downstairs."
"Mike said he needed to tell us something..." she began before following after me.
We found Mike leaning against the counter in the kitchen sipping some coffee.
"Where's Jason and Farore?" Alaina asked quietly. I assumed she was still ashamed about Mike finding us earlier.
"Jason went home, and Rory's sleeping. Seems like she cried herself to sleep." Mike kept his gaze fixated on a point in the tile, he never looked up or anywhere.
"Who cried herself to sleep?" We all turned around to see Rory standing in the doorway of the kitchen, and man did she look a mess! Her hair was rebellious as ever, her eyes were half shut and red, and she had black smears all over her face from her make up from the night before. She wore a black tank top and boxer shorts which she must have borrowed from Lane. Mike looked away from her and took another sip from his coffee. "I asked a question," she said sternly.

"No one..." Mike muttered. Rory walked incredibly slowly over to the kitchen table as if one wrong step would bring the entire house down onto our heads. She sat down and folded her arms on her lap.
"So, what was it you needed to tell us?" Lane said quietly, trying to break the tension in the room, but only causing Mike to get even more tense.
Whatever it was, it couldn't be good...
"Well... You know how Jason Andrew Relva went all split personality on us?" Mike began. We all nodded. "Well... He came by Billie's house last night... And he looked seriously fucked up. His eyes were red and bloodshot, his hair was a mess it was... it was just brutal. He laughed oddly and handed me this crumpled paper, saying 'Jimmy died today' and he walked away." Mike pulled a crumpled and folded piece of paper out of his pocket and tossed it over to me. I opened it carefully and read it aloud.

"'Dear friends, Jimmy died today, he blew his brains out into the bay. In the state of mind, in my own private suicide. We're fucked up, but we're not the same, and there's no sign of hope. It was what had to be done, but I want you all to know that Jesus is coming home again. Dearly Beloved, JAR'." I folded the paper back up and looked up at the faces sourrounding me.
"Shit, that's screwy." Rory muttered, rubbing her eyes. I nodded.
"So.. What does this mean?" Lane asked.
"Well, for one, Jason Andrew Relva, good ol' Jesus, is back." I muttered. They all just nodded. I guess this news in the midst of everything else just seemed to blow over their heads.
"Fuck, he's insane..." Rory stood and slowly left the room. Mike didn't so much as glance as her as she walked through the passageway into the living room. We all heard the television turn on and the sounds changed as she flipped the channels before stopping on a music channel.
"I'm outta here..." Lane stood and went to the sliding glass door leading to her backyard.
"Where're you going?" I asked, making to get up.
"I need to think. Alone." She walked through the door and I watched her as she jumped up onto the fence and sat atop it, staring up at the morning sky. My gaze averted to Mike, who hadn't moved.
"Mike, I seriously think you outta talk to her," I suggested.
"Screw off," he snapped and stomped out to his room.
So I was left sitting here in the kitchen, alone. I buried my head in my hands and sighed.
Boy, what a fucked up lifestyle we've all entered into.

And all thanks to homecoming.

Rory's POV
I trudged into the living room of the Pritchard's house and plopped down onto the sofa. There were bed sheets strewn around, and I remembered Jason had slept there the night before. I wondered where he had gone. He must've gone home.
I flipped through channels, landing on a music channel playing old videos. I didn't pay attention to what video it was. I just crossed my arms on my chest and stared away from the TV screen and to the wall. Upon it was a photo of Mike and Alaina a few years back. Mike was smiling... Oh, I loved that smile.
Stop it, Rory, you know how he hurt you.
And he did hurt me. Badly... I honestly thought this one time someone I had a crush on would care about me enough to not go off with other woman while on a date.
Or at a dance.
But then again, we did go as friends. Does that mean he wasn't obligated to dance with me and me only?
Maybe I'm overreacting... I don't know.
I shook my head, feeling my hair whip my face as I shook it harder. Then I slammed my head against the arm of the chair and held back a scream. I think I was about to go insane... But I didn't care.
Maybe he should learn that I have feelings. Maybe he should feel a little remorse, at least apologize.
Right?
But I didn't understand why I cared so much. We're just friends, though I admit I do feel a small crush towards him. But I don't think I should be so angry about a crush.
Maybe... I gasped. No. It couldn't be... Could it?

Maybe, just maybe...
Maybe...

I was falling for Michael Ryan Pritchard