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Sometime in 1962, I guess
-Narration -
Screech…Screech….Screeeecchhhh… ringed in his ears.
He sat up in his bed, the light from the curtains glaring right into his eyeballs. He could feel the vibrations from Jackie’s gnawing on the bedframe travelling up this spine.
“Jackie, stop eating the bedframe. For God’s Sake, I can’t keep spending the Government money on your inability to control yourself.” John yawned.
Jackie gazed into his eyes. Whether it was a look of guilt or overall being pissed off, Jack couldn’t really tell, but it’s not like he can read her mind. Anyways, he managed to get up, get dressed and all that and went downstairs to fetch some foil. Yeah, foil isn’t the same as pure sheet metal but guess which one is easier to come by? Warm. Jackie’s arms were wrapped around his waist, clung to his suit pockets and rested her forehead on his shoulder. Every rip of the foil earning a small peck on the cheek. The foil placed on a metallic plater, glazed with wood shavings. Dear John didn’t even fully place the plate on the table until she devoured it whole, that mouth of hers opening like an ominous void of the gates of Hell.
-Jack's Pov-
RINGGGG, RINGGGGGG -pick up-
" Why the hell do I have to call you, can't you use your own intuition to call me first?"
... Smh, I forgot he even existed for a moment, why does he insist I call him first. Not only does he only call me when he needs me to do something for him, he rarely calls back-
" Look, I know that your wife keeps eating your furniture and all that shit, soooo... I have come to your aid with a solution."
Ah, maybe I should hear him out for once, despite the fact that this literally would probably end up with me dying in a ditch.