"What are we having?" John asks Brian, sitting beside the boy.
"Uh, it's your standard, regular lunch I guess," he shrugs.
John digs his hand into the brown bag, taking a thermos and placing it on the table. "Milk?"
"Soup," Brian corrects. John nods silently before digging his hand in again. The boy tries to grab the bag, only to get smacked by John. Jamie can only sigh, giving a quiet eye roll while doing so.
"PB & J with the crusts cut off...Well, Brian, this is a very nutritious lunch, all the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?"
"Uh, no. Mr. Johnson." Jamie shakes her head while Andrew chuckle silently, questioning Brian's ignorance.
"Here's my impression of life at big Bri's house." He stands between the six tables, taking a moment to get into character before speaking.
"Son!
"Yeah Dad?
"How's your day, pal?
"Great Dad, how's yours?
"Super, say son, how'd you like to go fishing this weekend?
"Great Dad, but I've got homework to do!
"That's alright son, you can do it, on the boat!
"Geee!!!
"Dear, isn't our son swell?
"Yes Dear, isn't life swell?" Bender mimes the parents kissing placing a smile on everyone's face before he pretends to punch the mother, wiping everyone's smile away. Jamie's breath gets caught in her throat before her breathing becomes shallow. Her open hand forms into a fist, pulling at the wounds on her knuckles. She can feel the blood seeping out of the injury, but she couldn't care less.
"Alright, what about your family?" Andrew questions.
"Oh, mine? That's real easy." He rubs his jaw as if he has scruff before speaking, voice deep, scratchy and loud.
"Stupid, worthless, no good, God damned, freeloading, son of a bitch, retarded, bigmouth, know it all, asshole, jerk!
"You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful.
"Shut up bitch! Go fix me a turkey pot pie!"
"What about you Dad?" he asks, being himself.
"Fuck you!
"No, Dad, what about you?
"Fuck you!
"No, Dad, what about you?
"Fuck you!" He punches the air, pretending he's being hit.
"Is that for real?" Brian questions.
"You wanna come over sometime?"
"That's bullshit. It's all part of your image, I don't believe a word of it," Andrew states, making John give a look of hurt, only for it to turn to rage. Slowly, he walks over to Andrew, before pulling up his sleeve, showing a circular scar.
"Do you believe this? Huh? It's about the size of a cigar. You see, this is what you get in my house when you spill paint in the garage. See I don't think that I need to sit here with you fuckin' dildos anymore!" Moments pass as John walks backward before he lets out his anger; he screams, throwing maps and books off the table beside the stairs, before climbing up the side of the stairs to the second-floor balcony.
Silence lays across the entire library, unknown tension laying on top of said silence. But the tension becomes heavier as Andrew turns in his seat to look at Jamie. He sees her knuckles bleeding through the wrap again, and her face expressionless.
Moments pass before she mumbles something below her breath and walking towards the entrance.
"What are you doing?" Brian asks her.
"Leaving." She opens the door softly, her head looking from side to side before walking out, the door closing with a quiet thud.
"Did she just-"
"Yeah," Andrew groans, getting up from his seat. He jogs over the entrance, opening the door and leaving without bothering to look to see if Vernon was around. He runs down the hallway, following the sound of Jamie's footsteps before they're both in the same hallway. She turns her head at the sound but continues walking.
"Leave me alone, Clark," she sighs, turning her sight back towards the exit.
"I think we should go get lunch," he sidetracks.
"Rather not." Andrew sighs as he meets her pace, getting tired of her eyes not meeting his.
"Hey." Jamie allows a scoff to pass her lips before stopping, turning her body towards him. "I'm sorry about how I acted. I want to make it up."
"I don't want to eat lunch," she emphasizes. Andrew bites his tongue, breathing in before pushing the air through his nostrils. "I want ice cream." His eyes meet her's again, finding a sly smirk on her lips. It makes a soft smile fall on his own.
"I think I can work with that."
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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...
