"That's real intelligent," Andrew states, pointing towards John. Jamie looks up from her seat, noticing John tearing pages out from a book.
"Yeah... it's wrong to destroy literature. It's such fun to read- Molet really pumps my nads!" he boasts dramatically.
"Mol-yare," Claire corrects. John glances at her, seeing has a flirtatious-filled look on her face. His sight turns on Jamie, who stares at her hand. She picks at the wraps while feeling John burn holes in her head.
"I love his work." John throws pages at Brian in response before tossing it aside. He moves towards the card catalogue drawer, taking cards out.
"Big deal, nothing to do when you're locked in a vacancy."
"Speak for yourself," Andrew grumbles.
"Do you think I'd speak for you? I don't even know your language!" John snaps. Andrew turns to Claire, who sits beside him. They begin to talk, but Bender doesn't bother listening, waving his sister over to him. She glances at him before looking back at her hand.
"Well 'cause if I do what my mother tells me not to do, it's because my father says it's okay. There's like this whole big monster deal, it's endless and it's a total drag. It's like any minute--divorce."
"Who do you like better?" John questions.
"What?"
"Your old man or your mom?" John adds.
"They're both strict." Jamie snorts faintly.
"If you had to choose," he added on.
"I dunno, I'd probably go live with my brother. I mean, I don't think either one of them gives a shit about me...it's like they use me just to get back at each other."
"Ha!!!" Everyone turns they're head, finding the culprit to be Allison. All the males' lips curl into a grin, Claire glaring daggers at the girl. Jamie just rolls her eyes, wanting the throbbing in her head to stop.
"Shut up!" Claire hollers.
"You're feeling sorry for yourself," Andrew says.
"Yeah, well if I didn't nobody else would."
"Aw... you're breaking my heart." He places his hand over his chest, sighing dramatically. Jamie bites her lip, shaking her head at him. A question pops into her head, making her get up from her seat.
"Andrew," she calls him.
"What?"
"You get along with your parents?"
"Do you?" Andrew asks.
"Peachy. We have game night every Friday. How about you answer my damn question."
"Well," he shrugs, "if I say yes, I'm an idiot, right?"
"You're an idiot already," Jamie scoffs, walking towards Andrew. "If you say you get along with your parents, though, you're a liar too." She only gets a couple of feet away before Andrew shoves her.
"If we weren't in school right now, I'd waste you!" he threatens.
Jamie turns around. "You're real shitty at threatening people." She clicks her tongue, a disappointed sigh passing her lips. "I can teach you sign language though. How about this." She flips him off happily, a evil from on her lips.
"Hey, fellas-" Brian places his hands on the two, only to get pushed away. "I don't like my parents either, I don't-- I don't get along with them. Their idea of parental compassion is just, you know, wacko!"
"You're a parent's wet dream, okay?"
"Well, that's the problem!" Brian responds.
"Look, I see you getting all annoyed for them making you wear those clothes." Jamie waves her arm, making Brian look down at his clothing. "But face it, you're a dweeb! What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen?"
"Do you have to insult everyone?" Andrew snaps.
"I'm just being honest!" she shrugs. "I expected you to know the difference." She clicks her tongue in disappointment.
"Yeah, well he has a name!"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, what's your name?"
"B-Brian Johnson."
She gives a quick now before stating, "Brian Johnson, my condolences."
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the latter | andrew clark ✅
Fanfiction"You know how leftovers aren't as good as when you had it that first night?" Andrew nods slowly, a look of confusion on his face. "Where's this going?" he wonders, getting shushed in response. "So..." she trails off, "think of John as the food you...
