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Introducing the "Jack with Ennis" Fan Fic Game - the BetterMost Edition
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack was driving. He rolled the driver's side window down on Ennis’ truck and placed his arm outside. Ennis looked at Jack. He couldn’t believe that it had been seven months since they were last together. The time actually flew, but Ennis missed his lover terribly. He looked on him in awe. Could it be that Jack only got better looking? Or was it all the months apart that caused him to seem so sexy, so beautiful?
Jack looked straight ahead. Ennis studied his profile. He noticed a sweet smile widening Jack’s features. Jack’s eyes never left the road, but he was smiling broadly, sweetly now. “What are you smiling at, Bud?” Ennis whispered. “I felt you eyes on me,” Jack answered, tenderly. Jack pulled Ennis’ hand inside of his and held on tight. “You’re looking at me. Do you think I’m handsome?”
Ennis felt himself blush. He thought Jack was the handsomest man he ever laid eyes on, but he couldn’t admit it, now could he? “Naw, Rodeo,” Ennis whispered. His voice was dripping with honey. “You’re ugly, you hear me, ugly!!!” Jack chuckled and squeezed his lover’s hand even tighter. He didn’t answer, but pulled Ennis’ hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on his palm. It was Ennis’ turn to chuckle. He rubbed Jack’s cheek and returned the kiss. The fishing trip was off to a good start.
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack walked out of Aguirre’s trailer feeling sort of relieved. He didn’t know if he could face another summer up on Brokeback without Ennis Del Mar. Sure, things were tough, and he could use the money, but the mountain held too many memories. How could he possibly work up there alone, without Ennis?
Aguirre’s words stung! “Now get the hell outta my trailer,” he said! Jack was too polite a gentleman to answer back. He walked out, was headed to his truck, but something stopped him. The Basque was approaching Mr. Aguirre’s trailer. Jack waited until the old man was upon him. The Basque (his name was Emile) smiled when he saw Jack standing there. He knew that Jack had fallen out of favor with the boss, but he was a polite man, and saw no harm in being nice to Jack. Jack and the Basque exchanged pleasantries. Their interaction was awkward at best. “Well, I gotta go see the boss,” Emile said, finally, almost as an excuse to avoid an unpleasant encounter. “See you around.” Jack nodded and walked to his truck.
Jack didn’t know where he was headed. He could always go and see his folks – hang around the ranch for a few weeks. And there was that rodeo competition coming up in about a week over in Cody. Jack would figure things out. But for now he felt kind of lost. He found himself driving over by the jump-off. He didn’t even know why he felt led to the foothills of Brokeback – but there he was – Signal, Wyoming, and all was silent. The mountain was as majestic as ever. He felt a tug as he remembered Ennis’ words: “Better watch it there! That horse has a low startle point!” Jack sat back and looked out at the mountain. He was unwilling, but couldn’t help reliving everything he and Ennis experienced just that past summer. The memory comforted him. In about a month another pair of deuces would go up there and herd sheep. Jack was almost glad that he would not be one of them. It wouldn’t be worthwhile without Ennis Del Mar. Jack cheered slightly when he thought of Ennis. He knew that they would meet. Not just yet, but he was certain that he would see Ennis again. Jack saluted the mountain and started up his engine. It turned over. “Here’s to you, Brokeback,” Jack whispered as he drove away.
Luvlylittlewing:
Ennis squeezed a bit of pomade on his comb and pulled it through his clean hair. Satisfied that he looked good, at least from the neck up, Ennis turned to his closet and selected his only dress shirt. He donned it in an instant, careful not to get any of his hair treatment on the fabric. There, done! Ennis looked at his image in his mirror. He didn’t think he was anything special, but he looked presentable. His girls would be proud.
Ennis couldn’t refuse Alma Jr. when she invited him over for Thanksgiving dinner. He teased her by acting aloof, but in the end, he’d accepted. Ennis was nervous about being in a strange house with his ex-wife and her new husband, but he wanted to be with his girls. Besides, being invited out for a home cooked turkey meal certainly beat heating up a frozen dinner and eating it all alone.
Ennis didn’t have to be alone, of course. Steve, his boss, invited him to his home for the holiday, as did a few of his co-workers. But Ennis refused them all. He had a feeling that the invite to his ex-wife’s place would come. One last look in the mirror and Ennis was satisfied. He pulled out a bottle of cheap wine from his little fridge and placed a make-shift bow around it. It wouldn’t do to arrive at Alma’s place empty handed. Ennis climbed into his truck and headed out. He was looking forward to a pleasant evening.
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack was in his bedroom dressing when Bobby knocked on the door. “Dad, ma wants you to chop up the celery for the stuffing.” Jack grimaced. He pulled on his shirt and opened his bedroom door. Bobby was still standing there, his little fist poised to knock again. “Tell your ma I’ll be there in a minute,” Jack exclaimed as he ruffled his son’s dark hair. “I need to do something first.” Bobby nodded and retreated toward the kitchen where Lureen was whipping up a Thanksgiving feast. Jack sat down on his bed. He didn’t have anything to do, really, but he wasn’t psyched enough to face his family. Jack wasn’t pleased when Lureen announced that her folks would join them for dinner. Last year was a lot less stressful, as the family joined Lureen’s parents for the holiday over at their spread, and all Jack had to do was sit at the table and eat. But this year, he would have to play host, and try to be the man of the house. Jack wasn’t ready for that. He needed help from Jack Daniels to get through it, but he couldn’t start drinking so early in the day. It just wasn’t right to start the holiday with a buzz. Jack stood up from the bed and steeled himself. He would just have to suck it up and make the best of things.
Lureen looked perfect even as she toiled in a hot kitchen. Her hair was not even made limp by the heat, her mascara didn’t run and her nails looked pretty. Jack wondered how his wife always managed to look so put-together. He shrugged at the thought. Some women were just natural coquettes. Lureen ignored her husband for a second as she fetched the celery and placed it on a cutting board. “Listen honey, I want you to be my sous chef,” Lureen chirped. “You think you can handle that?” Jack didn’t answer. He had no idea what a sous chef was, but taken in context, he figured it to be a person who was told what to do while the main chef did something else. “Yeah, I can do that for you, hon,” Jack exclaimed, his heart not in it.” “Well, don’t sound so cheerful,” Lureen mocked. “Just chop up this celery and you can go on about your business. I don’t need another person in here anyway.” Lureen wiped a small bead of perspiration from her forehead. Jack was silent as he chopped the celery the best way he knew how. When he was done, he left the pieces on the chopping board and walked past his wife out of the kitchen. “Thanks, Jack,” Lureen called after him. Jack spoke not a word as he went in search of Bobby.
Bobby was in his bedroom watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade on his small television. Jack sat down next to him and pulled him into his arms. Bobby protested. “Dad, what’s the matter?” Little Bobby asked as he tried to pull away. But Jack held him tight, heartened already by Bobby’s calming presence. “I just need a hug, son,” Jack whispered as he rocked his boy. Bobby relaxed a bit and allowed his father to hold him. He sensed his dad’s distress, but being so young, he didn’t know what to do or say to make things better. “Watch the parade with me,” Bobby whispered. “After that we can watch the game, K?” Jack looked into his son’s eyes and he began to melt. But just as he was feeling a sense of peace, Lureen interrupted Jack’s growing calm with a proclamation that her parents would be over in about an hour. That did it. “Listen Bobby,” Jack began. “I need to go do something in my room before I watch the parade with you, okay?” Bobby only half heard. He nodded in the affirmative, but his attention was on a float in the image of Charlie Brown. Jack almost ran to his bedroom and retrieved the bottle of Jack Daniels he kept under his bed in a foot locker. He looked at his watch, but didn’t care that it wasn’t even noon. He removed a picture of Ennis that he snapped on their last trip from the same footlocker. A picture of Ennis and a few shots of hard liquor. Jack was ashamed that he couldn’t be stronger, but he needed help if he was to get through dinner with his in-laws. Jack looked at the photo of Ennis lifting a tiny hatchet in his strong hands. “Ennis, I hope you’re happy,” Is all that Jack could manage.
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack looked at his desk calendar and shook his head. Already December! He could have sworn that just yesterday he was presiding over the most dismal Thanksgiving of his life. But Thanksgiving had come and gone. Jack was no happier that Christmas was approaching.
Jack’s office door was half closed, but he still had a view of employees milling about, or loitering around, talking. There was a certain lightening of the mood around the place. Christmas always seemed to bring out the best in people. Jack watched as Sally Mintoy carried a miniature Christmas tree down the hall. He smiled as he thought of how charming the tree would look on Sally’s desk. Jack pondered buying a small tree, or some other sort of ornament for his desk to celebrate the season. “Naw,” Jack exclaimed out loud. “What good would it do?”
Jack watched the clock and stood up when he saw the hour. 5:00 and he was free to go home. But not home to a tall, tan, sexy, strapping cowboy. Jack cursed himself. He had no right to be so ungrateful. Sure, he couldn’t be with Ennis, but he did have a son that he loved who was desperate to be with him. His wife was little more than a friend, but what is life without friends? Jack gathered his things and prepared for the trek home. His life wasn’t perfect – wasn’t anywhere near what he wanted, but things could be far worse.
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