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Notes: I changed some of the ages around, race-13, crutchie- 14, jack- 16
Today was a good day for crutchie. It had been one of those days where papes practically flew out of his hand, he hadnt had to change the headline and the sun was prominant and warm since dawn therefore eliminating any joint problems in his leg. This put people in a cheery mood, letting him keep the change and offering him any spare food they did not want. Not to mention that it had been his birthday a few days prior, and he had been gifted an old, tattered notebook along with a comedically worn down and tiny pencil.
So there he was, sat lazily on his bunk with his legs crossed and the stupidest fuzzy feeling in his chest he got whenever he felt joy. He had the notebook in his hand where he was neatly drawing various shapes. He was concentrating so hard his tongue was sticking half out of his mouth.
"What is ya doin'?" Race chirped as he flopped back on to the mattress.
"Havin' a tea party." Crutchie half-heartedly responded, far to infactuated with his square having perfectly straight lines.
"Wow yous a funny one arnt ya." Race rolled his eyes and twisted his cigar in his mouth.
"I try." Crutchie barely had time to respond before race crawled up the bed and sat between his now open legs, with his back to crutchies chest. Race let his head roll onto the taller boys shoulder and looked up at him with big, chocolate brown eyes. Crutchie forced an angry look on his face, he squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows, pulling his lips tightly across his face.
"Get off." He tried to say in a low rumbly tone but his duck-like voice did not help him there.
Race guffawed and bit his lip,the next minute, he was in hysterical laughter. It was so infectious that crutchie began to laugh aswell, they sat there in a hysterical state, both boys trying to get words out but failing by being overtaken by giggles.
"Crutch- Ise can't - yous look so funny - nahahahhahahaha." Race forced these words out, but the giggles bubbling up in his throat had popped and spewed out his mouth. After a while, the laughter had died down, but the boys still had wide smiles plastered cross their faces and were now in a very giggly mood.
"What are ya laughin' at?" Jack called from across the room.
"Nothin." Both boys replied at the exact same time before turning to each other and exploding into another laughing fit.
"Hmmm." Jack raised his eyebrow suspiciously before turning back to his conversation with blink and mush.
They went back to drawing, and crutchie in his giggle-ridden and silly state decided that it would be extremely humorous to draw an ugly monster. He gave it a massive round stomach, with legs that stuck out in the wrong direction, feet that were longer than the body as a whole, and a grimey, discombobulated face. Race and crutchie were giggling quietly every time a new feature was added, both quite amused by themselves. Then, race snatched the pencil and drew a little cowboy hat on the creature along with an arrow that pointed to the word "Jack." The boys made eye contact before breaking into the most insaine and psychotic laughing fit anyone in that boarding house had ever heard. They were practically screaming, race bad tears brimming in his eyes, and crutchie was holding his aching sides.
"Seriously guys, what is so damn funny?" Jack asked sounding strict, yet the way the corners of his mouth were slightly curling ruined his authority persona.
Crutchie panicked at the sound of jacks voice and quickly slammed the book shut.
"Ah-um nothing." He stammered unconvincing.
He tried to read Jack's face, but his eyes were glued to the book. He brushed his blonde hair out of his eyes and proceeded to calmly walk up to them. They both froze in fear, but those silly smiles just would not budge.
"Give me the book crutch." Jack asked gently, holding his hand out. Unfortunately for cutchie, he made eye contact with race, which for some god-dammed reason made the both of them giggle manically and hide their red, embarrassed faces.
"Give. Me. The. Book." Jack demanded getting a little too close for their liking.
Crutchie scrambled off the bed, desperately reaching for his Crutch just to be swooped up and gently placed on the floor by Jack. They then began to wrestle on the floor, tossing and turning, trying to get the upper hand. All the while, both of them chucking brightly. After a few minutes jack decided he'd had enough of pretending to lose and swiftly flipped them,pinning one of crutchies arms onto the floor. The book still clutched tightly in the other. He frantically looked around for an escape hatch. (Which he did not find)
"Race catch!" He called out before lugging the book in races' direction. The boy still engulfed in giggles from watching his brothers fight on the floor, supringingly caught the book, and quickly hid it behind his back.
"Give me the book race." Jack said in a teasy tone standing over race. Compared to Jack-or just about anyone really- race was tiny, Jack quite literally TOWERED over him like a sky scraper. Race gave him the best puppy dog eyes he could, the no-please-dont-arrest-me look he usually gave to the bulls. He beamed cutely up at his big brother.
"What book Jackie?" He asked innocently not breaking his gaze.
Jack smiled down into his little brothers huge,dark, pleading eyes.
"You know that look only works on me when you're not being a little shit."
Race bolted. Sure, Jack was stronger, but he was faster. He weaved in and out of the bunks, even jumping over a few of the bottom bunks(with jack following close behind),they ran around the washing area as the whole room stared at them, all just as curious of what could possibly be in the book. He saw the door to the hallway, freedom he was almost there, he was going to make it- THUD.
Blink had stuck his leg out from where he was sat and had race trip over it, crashing to the floor. Book strapped by his arms to his chest. He landed only a few spaces away from crutchie, who was still lay there, exhausted from his earlier efforts.
"You've got nowhere else to run. Give it to me." Jack said smugly. Race wanted to smack that look right off Jack's face. He tried to crawl away but felt himself being lifted off the floor and thrown over jacks shoulder. He shrieked in surprise and dropped the book.
"Now, was tha' so hard?" Jack flicked through the first few pages of squiggles and shapes. The two younger boys were nervously giggling, and race was squirming around trying to loaen jacks grip. Then he got to. The page. He made a little choaked sound and stared in horror. The laughing intensified, and now they were high-pitched cackling uncontrollably. In jacks gob-smacked state, Mush was able to grab the book and show the remaining of the inquisitive boys. The room erupted into henious laughter from all the boys.
"Ise wouldn't havtha peisonally." Specs called dramatically. An evil grin spread across jacks seemingly shocked face.
He placed race down next to crutchie, so they were lying, back to the floor right next to eachother. They were no longer laughing, they were just terrified. They shared a nervous glace before looking up at Jack. They were completely and utterly at his mercy.
"Any last words?" Jack asked putting a firm hand on each of them to keep them station.
"Uhhhh...its a different Jack?" Race asked flashing a terrified smile.
The evil glint in jacks eyes did not dissipate. He began to mercilessly tickle his younger brothers. They both squaked and dissolved into frantic cackles and squeales.
"Yous think yous so funny, well I'll give ya somethin' to laugh about!"
"HAHAHA JACK IM SORR- HAHAHA BLINK I HATE YOU!" Race roared in laughter.
"Oops." Bink sighed, staring at the ripped out picture of Jack. He took the gum out of his mouth and used it to hang the picture right above jacks bed.