starstruck[jack]

[giovanni bose]

Wasn't it suppose to be dinner, movie, then sex? Probably. But Gio never really seemed to be the typical kind of guy in that sense. He only took a gal out once to the whole dinner and a movie deal and he automatically knew that wasn't his style. Deep down, the guy was a stupid romantic despite not reading romantic novels or watching chick flicks and such. He did what he felt the female at the time deserved and if calling her a bitch was what she deserved then he would do it, not caring if he got a smack in the face for it. He took bullets to his body before. A smack in the face was like she was giving him kisses or something. So of course, it wasn't a big surprise, for Gio at least, to be standing in the dorm room, which he managed to pay extra for just so he could get one for himself, scratching his chest while coming out of the bathroom, the other hand using a towel to dry off his dark hair. He had his boxers on and that was about it. With the smell of sex still ever so slightly clinging to his skin no matter how hard he tried scrubbing it off. He could see Jack in his room, on the bed with his shirt on. She'd probably steal that one just like she stole his other one a while back but he didn't exactly care. In a way he felt a bit more secure whenever she took something of his and why he really didn't know to be completely truthful. He was a bit jumbled up with how he felt toward the other female he had to keep reminding himself was not Jewel Campbell anymore but instead Jack Bose who managed to make him change his last name to match her own.

Leaning against the doorway, he watched her for a second before running his fingers through his hair and tossing the towel into the laundry shoot, "What are you doing tonight?" considering it was closer toward the end of the day but the sun was still out, he was curious. If he was going to figure out exactly how much he wanted Jack in more than just a fuck buddy sense, he would have to take her out on a date, right? That was how he saw it because hearing about her screwing around with other guys never sat well in his gut as of late and so he had to make sure he wasn't just being overprotective as he tended to get around people he gave two shits about like his grandparents and his family back when they actually cared whether he was dead or alive.

He wasn't going to take her out to the movies or to some fancy restaurant, though. That was too typical. From all the time they've spent together, he picked up on a few things. Maybe not too many details, but enough of the things she said or ranted on about to know what she liked and didn't like. He wanted to, however, take her somewhere unexpected. He wouldn't tell her any clues, just to wear clothes and be wherever they decided to meet up so he could pick her up and take her out like he should have, probably, since the beginning...After he killed her parents of course-when they re-met at Santa Croce Academia. Before that he had a girlfriend so Jack was nothing more than another client. Now, however, it was different. Giovanni, normal and self loathing Giovanni, wouldn't have ever fornicated with someone in public like he did with Jack earlier in the courtyard just to come back to his dorm and continue where they left off when a few professors thought he was killing her or something from how loud she was. He wasn't gentle. He didn't even look like he could be gentle when it came to plowing the opposite sex.

"Let me take you out on a date," he seemed to say everything smoothly, listening to whatever she had planned for tonight and disregarding it because he wanted her to cancel her plans so he could take her out. He remained in the doorway, waiting for her reply patiently. If she said no, he'd stop pursuing her and just continue on with the fuck buddy status. If she said yes...Well, really, he was hoping she would. It wasn't like he hadn't experienced rejection before. But it was Jack so it was a different story. He wasn't going to get all mopey and depressed if she said no. In fact her partly expected her to do so. He would get over it just like he got over everything else in his life.

[jack bose]

<sub>Fiddling absently with the sheets between her thumb and forefinger, the thoughts swirling in her mind were enough to tame a stallion, to make a sane woman crazy.. she was so confused, so absolutely tormented, so torn between reality and the small form of dreamland that had begun to form at the base of her skull. God, why? Why? That stupid hug at the academy, that was what had started this all, wasn't it? She'd hugged him and then the masquerade and then here. In Maine. Why Maine? Well, it was unsuspecting enough to tolerate them and the name change should have helped with that. But she couldn't help wondering if it wasn't on purpose, considering that other flaming faggot Montague was there at the school as well, and what were the chances? So ridiculously slim she doubted if it could have been anything but a sleight of hand, a mental willing for him to pick the school that happened to be where his baby brother was going. What if she was being played again? What if she was duped, tricked into a situation where she was going to die anyway? Honestly, she could say without lying that she wouldn't give a flying fuck at the minute if he did come over and snuff out her inner light, if he did kill her. Not much difference one way or another, considering she was only the sole heiress to a fortune that was innumerable and she only happened to have mysteriously lost her parents, no one knew where they went but the two of them and the Italian Mafia. It would make sense that they'd have to kill her, she could see why they'd just cut off her life support system like she was some kind of monster fed with tubing and breathing through a plastic line. Jack was so wrapped up in her thoughts of betrayal and.. other emotions she didn't feel like dealing with, she hardly noticed him standing there. Blue eyes cast down at the white fabric, still clutched between her hands, she flopped backwards and her gaze fell easily on the ceiling, One, two, three... she'd snuck in one day when he wasn't there, originally trying to find her la perla thong but she ended up finding a pack of sticky stars instead, and had subsequently planted them all, one by one, on his ceiling. Fourteen of them. Six were hers, she'd laid claim to them in her mind, and the other eight could be his or anyone else's who laid underneath them. The sky wash hers for the taking. Well, six of the pieces of it were. J, E, W, E, L.

Sometimes, the thought crossed her mind that perhaps she'd have been better off if she didn't just cut them out of her life by force. She might be smiley, happy, jumping up and down with glee while they presented her with a car, instead of going with the only constant person in her life to find one they could steal and committing grand theft auto because it was fun and he was good at it. Shallowness was evaporating and it was about time; the real world had settled on Jack's narrow shoulders. The pressure, suffocating, was pushing down on her from all angles and all she wanted to do was sleep.. just sleep it off. But that wasn't happening. One, two, three, four...” and she was moments away from getting to the fifth, and then the sixth, when his voice cut through the air and she sat bolt upright, fingers clutching at the coverlet to perhaps keep some of her modesty in tact. Not that she really cared, considering he'd seen her naked more times then once, but she was something of a lady at one point in her short life, and therefore some shred of humanity was forced to exist. “I don't know...” she murmured carefully, avoiding eye contact because that blue stare would just confuse her more and she didn't need the feeling of some italian jack ass penetrating her soul, when he'd already penetrated everything else possible within the last five hours. She was wary something was going on, but she didn't let on.. not much, anyway. There was still a slight waiver in her tone as she spoke, “Although that fucking retarded science teacher did say that eventually I'd have to actually do my work... so I might be off writing down the chemical equation for photosynthesis..” she frowned, rubbing a hand over glossy brown hair.

It was easy to imagine the words floating out of his mouth. They'd go on a date, she'd get drawn up in the romantics of it and eventually he'd take her out to the car, where they'd share one last kiss before he put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. She'd be wearing an expensive, form-fitting dress and it would be a sad scene to see it go six feet under, but it would be necessity and he'd labor over her grave, sweat poring off his forehead onto the black fabric.. “Wait, what?” she questioned, her tone disbelieving because she'd been drawn up in her sick, horrible fantasy. “A date? Shit.. is tonight something special? Shit.. did I forget something? Shit shit shit..” she didn't bother raising her voice, just hunted around under the bed with her delicate, lily-white palms for the hooker heels she'd been wearing earlier, lips curled with determination. Of course, as soon as she'd found them, she realized that she wasn't necessarily forgeting something so much as not understanding. A look of realization crossed her pretty features, eyes locking on his as she gathered her composure again, moved easily back into the icy role she so usually took. Narrowing her lids just slightly, she tilted her head. “You wanna take me on a date...?” standing, she moved silently to where he was standing and wrapped her arms around his waist, moved around behind him, trailing her fingertips across bare skin and finally paused, biting on his shoulder, leaving a mark but not really caring. It was the Jack way of marking her territory. “Okay. What time?”</sub>

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[giovanni bose]

At first he just looked at her quizzically at what she was going on about. Missing what? He had no idea what the hell was running through her mind but that was what he liked. He loved the spontaneity that she seemed to bring to the table rather than the boring way people normally were. He had crossed his arms over his broad and lean chest as he waited for her to answer while rambling and looking for whatever it was she was looking for. He'd seen her naked countless times so was it really necessary to put on clothes right now? It was only the two of them-no one else looking. She didn't entirely have a reputation to uphold because even though he wasn't a Montague anymore, he had secrets he had to keep, appearances that needed to remain in tact. He'd gotten carried away before by letting her seduce him into plowing into her in the courtyard with the world and their mothers watching but it was only one slip up and only the first he'd ever had with her. He'd managed to keep her alive and satisfied (for the most part) hadn't he?

But it was another reason why a date was a good idea. He had to seem civilized and feel like he was part of the human race and not like some kind of creepy clone thing of his original human self walking around while someone else was holding the remote control to make sure he operated exactly as they wanted him to.That and he liked Jack and wanted to just make sure in order to ease his own conscience. He watched her, not bothering to be careful with his own reactions (for once in his life) and letting his body ride the emotions that were like waves crashing onto the shore, "Yes...you, me, and a date."

Again, he didn't say it in a rude way, only a tad bit simpler as if to break it down for her though he was obviously fully aware she understood what he was saying. She wasn't stupid but occasionally he liked messing with her just because she did look...cute (in blunt terms) when she got pissed or even slightly agitated. She'd just get that look in her eyes and...Okay he was getting ahead of himself. He remained in the moment, however, as she came over to him and wrapped her thin arms around his waist, biting his shoulder. He had a few marks around his chest, mostly bites that just so happened to appear while he was in the shower or at least he didn't notice them until now. They were obviously from her because he didn't own a pet minus the tarantula in the other room and that thing didn't have a jaw as big as Jack's to leave such markings. Plus, Mr. T wouldn't bite a male. That was just awkward...and gay.

He glanced over his shoulder at her as she said okay and then proceeded to asking what time. He was Gio and smiling wasn't something that many people ever caught. Yes, he did smile, it just wasn't as often as most people would like. Plus, he had one of those adorable and irresistible smiles that he was well aware made women go awwww so he refrained from doing so as much as possible. He didn't like being gushed over like a newborn. So he was more of the type to smirk and maybe slightly smile..He sure as hell laughed a lot, especially when he was with his best friend, Luke, and they were off girl scouting at clubs or something when Jack was busy and Gio became a bit bored and irritated without her around him to rant about God-knows what. He did need the consistency at times only because it kept his memories at bay. If he was alone for too long he would go insane which was why he was so strange back in Santa Croce. He was always alone.

So when she said okay and asked for the time, he smiled. He actually let three words, not even those special three words. Three random words suddenly make him light up, at least a little bit but definitely noticeable. He couldn't help it. He did like spending money on women and spoiling them...But only the ones that deserved it which basically meant his ex and Jack and the occasional female that caught his attention for more than a one night stand, "At nine," he couldn't help the damn smile he despised so much. He had slightly expected her to say no but now that she said yes, he was going to make sure this was one date she wouldn't forget in the best way possible so even if she wanted nothing to do with him afterward at any given time, she would think of tonight and actually consider it a good memory. Snaking an arm around her slender waist, he pulled her, not entirely too rough but with enough gentle force to bring her in front of him, and leaned in, planting a kiss on her lips, "Just make sure you wear clothing," he was serious. He wearing his shirt with leggings and heels did not constitute as clothing...As nice as it would look on her.