The Vault

Measuring a Summer's Day - Jimmy's P.O.V (Chapter 13) (REQUESTED)

March 28, 1970

I yawned, tired of sitting on my bum - we'd been driving around for the past hour looking for one specific barbecue restaurant that Jonesy had wanted to go to. He said he'd come here the last time we were in Texas and that we would enjoy it just as much as he had, though I'm highly sure that no matter how good the food was, it definitely wasn't worth the drive. I'm sure we were lost right now... Anyway, no barbecue would ever be as good as Sherrie's... She's a phenomenal cook.

"Yeehaw! I'm gon' get me some bar-be-cue!"

I rolled my eyes at how moronic Percy could be sometimes. Though I couldn't say much because I too act like a child at times, Percy is by far the most childish out of the four of us. He and Bonzo have been best friends since before he could remember, and since Bonzo is, more often than not, drunk, that leaves the pair of them acting like bafoons.

I simply rolled by eyes and sat back into the plush seat of the limo we were driving around in, Sherrie cuddling up to me as my arm was draped around her protectively.

"Let's go see if we can ride some horses!" Cole grinned, making Sherrie snort.

"You do know that not everyone in Texas is like that, right?" She giggled, laughing at our ignorance. "What if I were to say everyone from England is a fag and likes to drink tea all day?"

"You can't say someone's a fag... That just makes no sense." Jonesy laughed, shaking his head. "You can't be a cigarette. It's impossible. And yes... We do love our fags and our tea... So it's not very stereotypical."

"Oh my god, you fuckin' brits. In America, 'fag' is slang for a gay person."

Gay, are we? I laughed before pretending to be rather shocked.

"I beg your pardon, we are not gay!" I laughed, putting two fingers under her chin and lifting her face so I could properly look at her. I noticed the rather innocent, almost wanting look in her eyes as she peered down at my lips for a moment, blushing ravenously - I smirked. "You should know that better than anyone."

"Oh, shut up, you." She laughed, turning her head away from me as she realized just what I was trying to do to her. "Anyway, not everyone from the south likes barbecue and riding horses."

I couldn't help but to laugh - I was quite content, listening to the lot of them bicker like children. I found Sherrie as amusing as ever, trying to argue her case. I understood excatly what she was trying to say, but I just found her too amusing to back down. So instead I joked around with them.

"Sherrie Daniels, do you enjoy eating barbecue and riding horses?"

"Yes..." An adorable blush enflamed her cheeks, making everyone, including myself, burst into fits of laughter. She was so cute, getting quite flustered as she tried to defend herself. "But still... I'm just one person!"

"That lives in the south..." Robert added.

"Who likes barbecue," G chuckled

"And riding horses." Bonzo smirked.

"I bet I could give you something other than horses to ride, for a change." Cole grinned, making my blood boil. I noticed he'd tried to slide along the leather seats, getting closer to her. I scowled at him and gripped Sherrie tighter, pulling her into me.

"Watch it, Cole." G laughed, pulling on the fabric of Cole's jacket and pulling him away from my girl. "Jimmy will have your guts for garters if you try making another move on Sherrie."

"You fucking got that right..." I grumbled, getting severely annoyed. I'm getting rather sick of Cole trying to make passes at Sherrie. He's not even being funny about it; he's just damn disrespectful. She's sick of it, I'm sick of it. We're just all tired of him trying to be cheeky with her.