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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Bully_(Video_Games)
  Relationship:
      Jimmy_Hopkins/Gary_Smith
  Character:
      Jimmy_Hopkins, Gary_Smith, Zoe_Taylor, Peter_"Petey"_Kowalski
  Additional Tags:
      Mental_Health_Issues, Slow_Build
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-09 Updated: 2017-05-30 Chapters: 3/? Words: 5382
****** Licorice with Thorazine ******
by Cyanide_Dreams
Summary
     It's been two months after Jimmy's nasty fistfight with Gary and he
     muses about Smith's whereabouts until Pete comes crashing in with
     some news.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Remember *****
                                        
                                     Jimmy
It had been two months or so after that final encounter with Gary and it wasn’t
that he’d been keeping track of time, but he could feel it in the summer now
slowly dragging into autumn.  It’d be three or four weeks before going back to
school and he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to the other boy. The
thought always assaulted him when least expected, making Jimmy grit his teeth
while lying on bed before sleep took over, rubbing at already disappearing
bruises. He chewed on the inside of his cheek while musing; he knew he wasn’t
the thinking type.
            However, nights were longer now and Halloween was around the corner
once again; he’d plans to go out with Zoe, probably even have a quickie before
going out trick or treating. It’d be one hell of a night. Still, as oblivious
as he’d been, thinking about All Saints Feast always reminded him of Gary. He
wondered if he’d be doomed to cherish that night as one of the best ones he’d
ever had, sex or not, and that was something to say for Jimmy.
            Gary had been the first one to offer him his friendship at
Bullworth, and he wasn’t using “offering” lightly, he was actually quoting the
shithead. And he’d noted his words, for even before speaking, Jimmy had spotted
the other teen walking around. It’d only been seconds before Gary began to
talk, but Jimmy had eyed him over as quickly as the other boy had; the deepest
and nicest facial scar he’d ever seen, full and playful lips that made the
image of a large cat spring into his mind, and a mean broken nose and an
angular anatomy that only made the readhead think about the odd curves and
edges of his own developing body. That son of a bitch had not only looked
handsome, but kind of dangerous as well, and Jimmy had always found himself
pretty drawn to both.
            Shit, he’d thought, he’d have to be careful about this one,
something in the pit of his stomach rang that bell and he’d always trusted it,
but there was something about that guy that beckoned to his lowest and basest
notions of interesting. He’d never met someone with such an edgy air about
them, with such delusions of grandeur and skills to achieve it; to be more than
just a phony.
 
            “Hey, you’re the new kid…”
            “Yeah, what’s it to you?”
            "Listen to me, tough guy! You just arrived at the toughest school
in the country and I am offering to be your friend… Trust me, in a place like
this, you’re gonna need friends. So, it’s up to you, you’re gonna play nice, or
what?
 
           He’d been cynical and scornful about it, it was his way not to play
easy but, what the hell was that fucker’s name? He’d smelled so damn good. Was
it soap? Jimmy tried to sniff without being too obvious. He sure wouldn’t mind
starting something with someone at this new place, specially such an attractive
and good looking bastard. And damn, he had his way with words, but did he have
to be such a big mouth?
            However, sooner than later, he’d showed him around school and
taught him how to pick locks, which only made Jimmy feel more eager to be his…
What now? Friend?He’d always thought of himself as a loner. He knew his way
around people, but he’d never had a friend in the strict notion and right sense
of the word, and he hadn’t minded until now, but then again, he’d never met
someone with Gary’s dexterity of analysis, demeanor and overpowering
personality and, damn, he could be so much fun to hang around with.
            ‘You and I… We can do things.’
            Dude,if it was up to Jimmy, they could be doing more than just
being naughty and pranking around campus, he was used to being an early bloomer
in terms of sex, but he’d settled for that strange, symbiotic friendship,
playing the role of Gary’s fighting dog until Smith would somehow notice the
only way he’d enabled Jimmy to be physically devoted to him. Thus, Hopkins
would punch as many faces as Smith told him to and wouldn’t stop until that
puzzling day at the pit.
            What the hell?
            They’d had such a great time that Halloween. Gary had even gotten
him a costume and it had really caught Jimmy off guard. It meant Gary had spent
his pocket money on him and it only made Hopkins keep a mental note to store
that gear, for it’d been the first present Gary had made to him. Should he give
him something in return? Smith already had half his devotion and, by now, he
was more used to Gary’s mean ways of treating life and its other inhabitants,
so he wouldn’t venture touch the subject. Smith was far more dexterous with
words anyway; he would probably end up mocking him saying it was necessary for
trick or treating and then laugh at him for being stupid, or even corny, which
was far worse. However, Jimmy got somehow stuck on his memories, reminding old
times with the darker boy.
             Zoe was sooo much fucking funto be around with, she was lively and
blunt, always teasing, always flirting, and damn, she was as venturous as he
was in sex; it seemed both of them had their histories and they brought that
experience with them into bed, alongside their own still young and somewhat
inexperienced curiosity for exploring another body. Yes,he had so much fun with
Zoe, and he often lulled himself to the image of her perky boobs, lush hips and
warm thigs, but there were many other times, late at night, even after jerking
off to his memory of her straddling his hips, that he couldn’t help but wonder
about Gary.
             Students usually gossiped around school and, if you eavesdropped
close enough you’d always get useful bits of information. This time, however,
it didn’t seem to matter how hard he tried to spy on people, not a word had
been whispered about Smith. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about him.
Everyone, but Jimmy. He recalled that manic smile like it was yesterday; that
grin and thick dark eyebrows drawn into a deep frown. Those dark eyes looking
through and sometimes past him. Those wide, kittenish lips mouthing insults,
cruelty and schemes, then talking about pills for which Jimmy had no reference
to. That slender, yet strong body that would sure grow into a taller frame than
his. That top fade that made the redhead think of military discipline at home.
That scar and broken nose that made Smith look like one of those deadly outlaws
Jimmy liked to read so much about in old strips at the comic book store. And,
damn, that body language that spoke of strange aversions, early abuses and even
stranger and stronger affections. That demeanor in which he walked next to
Jimmy, as if they were invincible. Two sides of the same coin. Brains and
brutal strength. Wits and physical know how; elegance and coarseness, for Gary
was refined where Jimmy would only dream to be and he had to grant him that in
spite of his pride.
            ‘You and I… We can do things.’
             Jimmy thought of all those hit-men and mobster movies he’d watched
and suddenly knew that, when they grew up, Gary would sure be like one of those
guys, clever enough to be on top, bossing people around and never getting his
hands dirty. No, he’d never met someone thatsmart, he realized and chewed
harder on the inside of his cheek at that thought. And, damn, smart, dangerous
and handsome was something he’d always wanted by his side, one way or the
other. His childish dreams of early bravado and gun point tooth for tooth spoke
of it.
             Hopkins knew his own intelligence wasn’t that outstanding, but
he’d never thought of himself as stupid. He was pretty resourceful indeed; he
had his ways with people. He could be beyond charming with girls and the boys
who’d play along, frankness hung around his every word, and he liked to think
his heart was in the right place, for he’d been born with a stupid conviction
for making justice. His justice.
             However, Jimmy realized with a sigh, he needed his gears to be set
in motion and, even though summer had been more than enjoyable, some kind of
stupor had taken over him. Everyone seemed to like him, Crabblesnitch included,
and his relationship with Zoe had sure gone to the next level, though
commitment wasn’t on the table by now.
             Still, something eluded him; a strange void that had been eating
him up like a cancer since Gary had been truly missing. Damn, someone would
have to kill him before even giving voice to it, but he did miss Smith and how
he pushed his buttons. Jimmy couldn't believe himself, but this time he'd gone
to sleep with the urgency of asking for the other's whereabouts the next day,
too groggy to argue and still too sane to feel comfortable about it. Shit,
everything seemed like a distant vision... Faraway... Close... Zoe... The
beach... Gary... His bloody fists... Broken bones... And that scar. 
***** Candy *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                     Gary
 
He’d been in and out of consciousness since that nasty fistfight with Jimmy.
He’d felt a weight much like his own land on top of him and something had
cracked… He’d never heard that sound and would never forget it all the same…
Forever related to his daydreams… Forever tied to Jimmy.
                When he’d opened his eyes he was to learn it had been a week
after he’d fallen through that roof and had been expelled. However, his father
was taking care of medical expenses and there was an all too threatening
warning to behave or he’d be the hospital’s business while Smith Sr. got home.
Gary decided he couldn’t care less and dropped the phone after an absent “yes,
father” and lost himself to painkillers and sedatives; he dreamt of surgery,
iron, blood, open wounds, exposed fractures and squinty eyes.
                However, next thing he remembered was steel poking out of his
leg and arm; fixations, the doctors had called them.  External fixations for
multiple fractures. At first, he’d silently panicked, worrying about regaining
full mobility, but after he’d haunted the surgeon, the doctor, the psychiatrist
and the orthopedist and they all had stated he would fully recover, he chose to
slumber, as if an animal hibernating, though waiting for his wounds to heal
instead of winter to end.
                After what he’d counted as another eight to ten days of coming
in and out of his drug induced sleep, Gary slowly recovered consciousness to
the sound of someone familiar talking to the nurse. It rang in his head.
                When silence impregnated the room again, he opened his eyes to
his mother sitting by. It’d been months since the last time they’d met. She
looked as lost in thought as he’d always remembered her. Gary’s eyes took after
hers, even more when lost in wondering. She was fixated on the steel holding
what pieces were left of her son together with eyes as detached as Gary could
remember. She had always been cold and aloof, Gary had stopped expecting
otherwise a long time ago. If he wanted vile, he’d have to wait for his father.
                The teen had been hoping she wouldn’t show up. It couldn’t be
that serious, could it?
               Still…
               “You’ve really outdone yourself this time, sweetie”, the woman
cooed without fully turning to look at him. She had spoken through a cruel
little smirk Gary had learned to recognize on his own lips more often than not.
                Well, now he had their attention and Gary smiled at the irony,
for this time it wasn’t theirattention he’d been wanting to draw.
                “The youngest Kowalsky sends his regards”, she brought him out
of his musings and Gary only snorted while rolling his eyes, thinking of Pete
calling home or knocking on the door to ask for his whereabouts.
                “Yeah, well, he knows where to find me”, he answered seemingly
absent, though still reflecting his mother’s mischievous smile, knowing she
never mentioned anything just because. 
                “And that other boy?”, she questioned almost wondering.
                 There it was. He could forget about the how are youor how’s
school. Not that she ever asked anyway. Gary’s grin disappeared, wishing her to
go away. Did everything haveconsequences?Even his childhood manipulations?
                 He laughed full heartedly. It was short, but it came from
somewhere deep.
                 “What other boy?”, he played fool just for the fun of trying
to get under his mother’s skin, though he’d never truly managed to do so. It
was the child in him, reminding old behaviors and subjecting him to them,
throwing him into regressive conducts that he’d often battled to outgrow. Damn,
how he needed her to leave; he’d never meant for her to be here. He loathed
feeling like a five-year-old. He’d rather be left to himself and his slumbering
than having to deal with any of this right now.
                 “Don’t play stupidwith me, Gareth, you know better than that”,
she punctuated, making Gary remember why he’d always tried to prove his own
intellect. Thus, he had to be better than throwing a temper tantrum; he had to
leave that little kid behind, for it seemed his mother trusted on him feeling
that way. If he wanted different results, he’d have to try different methods.
He wasn’t as stupid as she thought, but whatever meds that IV was pumping into
him had the boy wanting to go back to sleep as soon as possible. He didn’t feel
like talking about Jimmy or justifying himself against whatever Crabblesnitch
had reported. As far as he knew, his father should be congratulating him for
his raising and final attempt to run an empire at such an early age. He’d
always been emphatic about how a man from whom so many people had outstanding
expectations had to live up to that reputation.
                  Mrs. Smith squinted her eyes while waiting for an answer and
that was all he knew before a chill went down his spine.
                  “James”, he muttered, though he doubted his mother hadn’t
read the report. She just wanted him to say it out loud, knowing her son that
much. If he spoke it, it would ground him; humiliation always did and, now, the
resulting shame was a natural consequence to acknowledging the outcome of his
friendship with Jimmy, if it could be called that.  
                  Gary closed his eyes, genuinely amused. Lost to the sound of
his own ragged breathing, he decided he could talk about his plans for
Bullworth and him switching his meds, but not about Hopkins, that subject had
become way too personal. It wasn’t that the rest of his decisions hadn’t been
as important, he tried to convince himself, but Jimmy had been the one to beat
him into this place after treason and that felt like something between them two
and no one else.
                  He got lost in slumber again, remembering the time he’d first
noticed the new kid.
                  Smith had heard the beating at the dorm’s yard and when he’d
taken a peek out the window and spotted a sturdy teen about his height beating
three bullies down, Gary had arched his eyebrows. This one definitely had
experience on how to punch a jaw. His fists were shot from his waist up and not
from his shoulders down; this kid looked about his age, but knew what he was
doing and seemed more than confident in the process. Gary tried to study his
physical features, but two stories distance made him realize he’d have to
introduce himself in order to study him closer. All he could make out form
there was an all too evident buzzcut.
                He’d always had an over active mind, he thought, but it’d been
a while since something caught his attention that bad. So, he’d have to go
downstairs to meet the guy; this one was worth it, he thought, while taking a
mental note on that mean right hook.
                And Gary had introduced himself all right; he’d shown him
around school while getting that closer look he wanted. First impressions
always mattered, or at least that was what Smith firmly thought and had been
taught. He’d combed his hair and splattered some lotion behind his ears, he
knew the power of a first approach to anyone, but this guy… Jimmy Hopkins, was
it?He’d smelled of dirt, grass, asphalt, early testosterone and prematurely
acquired independence. Still, in spite of reeking like a wild dog, Gary decided
the boy had quite an attitude and, even though at school everyone seemed to
have one, this redhead didn’t seem to be faking it. He had a devilish and truly
arrogant little smile going on there; a rough charisma that would sure come in
handy. In time, Gary would learn Jimmy actually was a rascal; a fucking free
spirit.
                Yes, somewhere in the middle, he’d had gotten stuck at having
fun when hanging out with Jimmy and, though he was a very proud individual and
betrayal had sure hurt like a bitch, he had to acknowledge the fact that he’d
found a truly worthy adversary. Jimmy would never budge; he always did as told
by Gary, but made it pretty clear it was his choice to do so and Smith never
quite figured out why, so he’d push him to the edge in order to prove his
loyalty and then he’d push him further. Until it’d come to this.
               “When did you stop taking your meds?”, his mother snapped him
out of his reverie.
                He’d stopped taking his meds around Halloween. He had felt sick
of them. They nearly sent him insane and ruined his fitness, though he missed
the feeling of a mild barbituric overdose with candy and beer or whatever was
left of one of Galloway’s hidden bottles. It was such a sweet tasting stupor;
lucid dreams when finally ruled over oozed with licorice, making him feel like
a child daydreaming while sucking on a candy bar; his nightmares much more
adult by now though…
               “Around October”, he replied, wanting to be done with it as fast
as he could.
               “It’s May, baby…”, she retorted. Gary knew her well enough to
catch a small tinge of sarcasm behind her seemingly cold façade and rolled his
eyes at the pet name. No matter how Xanaxed she was, he refused to fall for it.
He was way smarter than that.
               “What did the doctors say?”, Gary asked when resting his stare
on steel, forgetting about everything and focusing on whatever news were
coming.
               “That your bones are healing…”, his mom retorted while roaming
around her purse and finally handling him a lollipop. It was an old habit she
had, giving him candy. He’d always thought of it as strange.
               Gary took it, peeling the cellophane and taking it to his mouth.
He loved candy. It was deeply programmed, he thought and sucked on it until
he’d worked a significant amount of saliva; a mouthful of sugar travelling down
his throat. His mother had never hugged him, but always gave him candy.
                “… And, that it’d be best to have you committed at Happy Volts
for a while”, and now she did shoot a stare directly at him. “If at least for a
couple of weeks. It’s the only way your principal will have you back, and I
won’t go looking for another boarding school right now. I can’t be dealing with
this at the moment, neither does your father. You’ll be checking in with your
psychiatrist once a week and attending therapy twice that time. If you behave”,
she punctuated while narrowing her eyes, “you’ll be released shortly and back
to Bullworth. If not, your father and I are sending you to military school”,
she squinted her eyes. “Understand?”
                “Yes, ma’am”, the boy answered with a sardonic smile and closed
his eyes, genuinely tired by now. It had been too much of an effort to be
alert. Last thing he could feel was his mother’s fingers going through his
hair, a wet kiss on his forehead at which he flinched.
                “Stop touching me”, was all he could muster before he went back
to slumber, not caring about anything but his mother’s words circling his head.
                He’d always thought he’d outsmart an outcome like the asylum,
but then again, his parents weren’t asking for his opinion, they’d probably
already signed the papers so, there wasn’t much he could do but getting better.
He had to think and ponder on it, not sure he wanted to go back to school as if
nothing had happened, still reticent to take a bunch of pills meant to numb
part of his brain.
                He was sure he’d get better, but he doubted he’d stand facing
Jimmy again. He was too proud to acknowledge he’d be drawn to hanging out with
him again, compelled to see how the other boy always listened to his ranting
and did as he was told. Gary did the thinking and Jimmy carried out the plan;
it had been the perfect combination.
                That last thought crossing his mind as he finally chewed on
what was left of that lollipop made Smith realize Hopkins had always been loyal
and had him smiling in disbelief. Still, they had pumped him with so much
Haldol he could barely recognize his own train of thought. He had to get clean
to get a better hold of himself and ponder on any truths that could have
escaped him, he knew that much; he had to be patient. He had to think.
                The boy gave up a loud sigh between parted lips, smiling and
thinking of revenge before throwing his good arm over his face, letting slumber
take over again.
               
 
 
 
               
Chapter End Notes
     1.- Sorry I took the freedom to write his mother, it was necessary;
     hope she didn't come out very bad, :D
     2.- Thank you so much for reading and to all of you who left Kudos!
     XOXOXO Hope you like! Lemme know what you think! XD
***** News *****
Chapter Notes
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                                     Jimmy
                                        
Jimmy had only begun to slumber when he heard a knocking on the door. It was
always open and only one person ever had that habit.
“Pete!”, he greeted while jumping out of bed.
It was about 12 o’clock, but Kowalski was always welcome.
“Hey, Jimmy!”
“How did it go? How was your trip?”, Jimmy asked. He’d expected Pete in a few
more days, but summer had always made him somewhat oblivious of dates. Damn,
had it already been, what? Six weeks, two months? He mused.
“It was ok, got to see mom and dad. They even got a few days off and we spent
them at my grandma’s”.
“Sounds nice, Pete”.
“Yeah”.
Jimmy kept quiet for a few seconds, wondering what it would be to have a family
vacation at his age, for he could still recall when it was just mom and him.
Yes, he remembered like it was yesterday; mom in a red bikini playing catch
with him, the sun, the ice cream, the ride home at dusk. The beach had been so
hot that day and mom had looked so pretty. It had been great, and an 8-year-old
Jimmy thought it would only be the two of them, always; that he’d take care of
her. But then she’d started marrying all those guys. Now, Jimmy was spending
summer at Bullworth and, even though the small child who still managed to
survive inside him somehow hoped mom would have come pick him up, she never
showed up.
 “And how was your summer, Jimmy?”, asked Pete, snapping him out of his
reverie. He was still half asleep.
 “Spent here at the dorm, but I’ve been hanging out with Zoe a lot, and mom
even sent a post card”, he continued while pointing at a small view of the
Caribbean stuck on his wall. XOXOXO, Mom, Pete read and saw a red smear of
lipstick lingering in what he figured must have been a kiss. Kowalski almost
felt like asking for Jimmy’s dad, but thought it would be rude. He kind of knew
the answer anyway, so he just stared at the picture, before looking back at the
other boy.
Kowalski gave up a little nervous laugh and Hopkins realized there was
something Pete wanted to talk about, he knew the boy that much. He was his
friend, right? However, his gut churned, for there was only one thing they had
talked about in the past and, as much as Hopkins had wondered about it and
slept to the decision of asking, the somber note hiding in Kowalski’s voice had
him doubting his own resolution, making him wonder if he really wanted to hear
any of it.
Jimmy was already getting lost in thought again while coming to the realization
that he he’d never actually thought of Gary as gone, but as a friend he’d had
his differences with. Sure they had come to tear the school apart, but then
again, only them both could have done it. Smith had pushed Hopkins over his
limits and the result was intoxicating, as far as Jimmy’s mind could get a hold
of that word at his young age, for only Gary had driven Jimmy on until proving
how far Hopkins could go, how much he could do, how strong he could really be;
who he truly was and, somewhere deep, James knew Smith wouldn’t have been able
to go that far without him. Still, Jimmy just held Pete’s stare, surprised to
realize he felt like a toddler expecting a long-awaited surprise. So much so,
his heartbeat was getting stuck in his throat.
Hopkins just slumped in bed and threw an arm over his face.
“What is it, Pete? Heard anything about Gary?”, his impatience finally getting
on his nerves. He knew where Petey was going anyway and he waited patiently for
Petey to get around the elephant in the room, for he hadn’t been the one to
drag it in anyway. However, silence spoke of his own anxiety and just as he was
about to speak again, Kowalski seemed to find the courage.
“You mean you don’t know?”, Petey looked at him in true disbelief, “well, it
was something I wanted to talk to you about anyway, because I need a favor”.
“Don’t know what?”, Jimmy retorted defensively, “and, a favor? Concerning Gary?
No fuckingway, Pete! Where is that psycho hiding anyway?”, Jimmy shook his head
in disbelief. He tried his best to pretend, to make Pete think he really
couldn’t care less about it, but his body spoke of an anticipation that already
had him on edge.
Petey gave him a quizzical look. He knew Jimmy wasn’t the sharpest crayon in
the box, but he couldn’t be thatoblivious, could he? So, he’d just blurt it
out, it seemed Jimmy was eager to know, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
“He’s at Happy Volts, Jimmy, his parents are too busy to let it be other than
the doctor’s business.”
Happy Volts. Well,he didn’t deserve less, right?Still, he’d snuck into that
place a couple of times and had a hard time believing anyone deserved to be
there. Did Smith?
“Good!”, he spat before even giving it a second thought. “He had that coming!
Fucking psycho!”
“I know that, Jimmy, but...”, Kowalski was lost for a second, “… I think you
should go see for yourself.”
Jimmy frowned and sat on the bed, looking straight at Petey.
“Why would I? I’m not even sure I want to see him, what makes you think he’d be
happier to see me? Don’t take me wrong, Pete, I was rather curious to know what
had happened to that shithead, and the asylum doesn’t really surprise me that
much, but I don’t know why you’d ask something like that, you go visit as much
as you want, I don’t even know why you’d want to hang around that nutcase
anyway…”
“Because I like to think he’s my friend.”
“I bet he doesn’t feel the same way, Pete, just let it go”.
“Please, Jimmy… It’s just… I’ve known him since we were kids… He’s just… I
don’t know… I mean”.
“Get a clear thought here, Pete! You have a crush on the guy, or what? He
treated you like shit!”, Jimmy felt sorry for that outburst as soon as he
closed his mouth.
Petey eyed him shyly while trying to get a hold on everything that had come to
his mind since visiting his childhood friend, but he was aware that Jimmy
didn’t know Gary that well. However, if he wanted Jimmy to help Gary somehow,
he’d have to set him in motion, just like Gary so easily did, though Kowalski
had to admit Smith made it look a lot easier than it was. So, there was no
other tool he could use, but honesty and money. Manipulations had to be left to
Gary and bluntness to Jimmy. He had nothing but being straightforward and a few
bucks. He’d always been true to Jimmy and it usually worked.
“No, you don’t get it, Jimmy. He’d never messed with his meds like this. It
happened before, you know… Him not taking his pills or switching them, but
we’re growing up now and, I guess that whatever’s got hold of Gary’s mind…”
“Look, Pete, please, why don’t you better tell me about your trip?”, Jimmy cut
him off before he could articulate a clear request Jimmy would have the hardest
time refusing, but it was too late.
“Please, Jimmy”.
“Whý would I help him? How?”
“Because we used to be friends and I know you have a thing for justice and
that’s not it, not even for Gary, but you’d really have to see for yourself
and, the how, is why I’m asking for your help”, Petey tried to make his words
sound as confident as Jimmy’s or Gary’s, trying to reel him in if at least just
for once. “Just, don’t go on visiting hours, I think they dope him heavily for
those, so don’t expect a lot of interaction.”
Was Petey truly suggesting he’d have to sneak in to see Gary? There was no way
he’d miss a scheduled appointment if it meant they’d give Gary the treatmentfor
it. Jimmy smiled to himself. Shit, he was feeling excited for the first time in
a while now. There was no way he’d skip the chance to see Gary drugged beyond
his senses and right where he belonged to be. Still, he couldn’t manage to feel
truly glad about it. But, these were the news he had been expecting, right?
“What’s in it for me?”
“Twenty-three bucks and a clear conscience?”, came Pete.
Jimmy sighed loudly. He knew he could always say no, but Pete rarely asked him
for a favor and, even though he couldn’t really sympathize with Kowalski’s
motivations, Jimmy knew he could just go see Gary and make up his mind
depending on what he found, he’d been curious about Smith anyway.
“He betrayed me”, the redhead thought, too loudly it seemed, for Petey lowered
his gaze to stare at his shoes.
Silence stretched on, for Jimmy refused to break it.
“I swear it’s not a victory, Jimmy, not this time. The broken bones, sure… He
had that coming, but…”
“Please, Pete, it’s late… I’ll sleep on it, I promise”, Hopkins mustered in
defeat.
“Thanks, Jimmy, see you tomorrow, then”.
“Glad to know you’re back”, he replied and that was all he knew before Kowalski
took a few seconds to stand up and close the door behind him as fast as he’d
appeared at his doorstep. Still, Jimmy tossed and turned for a while, refusing
to go to sleep while wondering about Smith again, but still too alien to the
grip of insomnia. So, he tried to distract himself by thinking of summer and
Zoe and of how soft her skin was whenever he touched her hips while making out
and finally felt himself relax. Yes, Jimmy mused, that’swhat should be plaguing
his mind, not that treacherous, back-stabbing psycho who had decided to assault
his thoughts again and again, like a goddamn sticky tune, but he was too tired
to fight himself so he just let memory of Gary wash over his brain in lulling
waves.
Chapter End Notes
     I really hope you like this third chapter, it's my first attempt at
     giving voice to any of them! :)
     Thank you so much for reading, bookmarking and leaving kudos! You
     really get me going! XD
End Notes
     1.- Thank you so much for reading!
     2.- This plot bunny has been eating me up for such a long time now! I
     really hope you like!
     3.- I love writting in English, but it isn't my native language so,
     any mistakes, typos or grammar wierdness, I'm the one to blame.
     Please feel free to point anything out.
     4.- It will become rather explicit with time; if you're not
     comfortable with it, be warned! XD
     6.- Need more Gary/Jimmy! So much more!
     7.- This story comes with illustrations I'm working on, hope you'll
     like them as much!
     8.- I don't own any of the characters or brand names, they belong to
     Rockstar, I'm just getting them together for the fun of it!
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