Garlic #21, Star Fruit #15, Peanut Butter #1 - If I Know Me
Author: askingxalice
Title: If I Know Me
Summary: Jakob refuses to go to the doctor. Oz is not happy.
Story: Phase
Timeline: November 2002 - Oz and Jakob are 16.
Challenge: Garlic #21 (My Treat - déjà vu), Star Fruit #15 (winning isn't everything), Peanut Butter #1 (fire)
Toppings/Extras: Whipped Cream
Word Count: 361
Rating: PG-13
Pulled over on the side of the road, Oz resisted the urge to beat the steering wheel and chose to punch the roof instead. It hurt like a bitch, so he did it again, and again. Eventually, the red haze that had been at the corners of his vision receded, and he realized that he was panting for breath and his knuckles were bleeding, and he was still really, really pissed off. Letting out a snarl, Oz stuck his injured hand in his mouth to lick and treat the wounds like a dog would as he slumped back in the driver’s seat.
Son of a bitch. Son of a fucking bitch, how the fuck could Jakob piss him off so goddamned much, when he loved him so much at the same time? That stubborn, bull-headed German asshole. How the fuck would you - no, not even how. Why the fuck would you refuse to go to the fucking hospital when you’re coughing up blood? Oz was worried, he was so fucking worried, and that only pissed him off more. He had begged and pleaded and nearly got down on hands and fucking knees, but Jakob still refused.
He couldn’t afford it, he had said. Oz’s offer to paid it had only angered him, and Jakob had snapped at him. He wasn’t a charity case, but Oz couldn’t understand the argument. He wasn’t offering to buy him a car or a new wardrobe or something unneeded. He was offering to pay for a fucking doctor’s appointment, and Jakob knew he was seriously worried. He knew. But he had brushed him off and said that he would be fine, he just needed rest, he was stressed because of school. That asshole.
Suddenly, the fire left him, and Oz felt drained. Leaning over the steering wheel, tears burned behind his eyelids and he forced them back, because he was not going to fucking cry. He was going to turn the damn car around and apologize for storming out. And then he would pick Jakob up and drag him to the goddamned ER if he had to, and tell the consequences to go to hell.
Title: If I Know Me
Summary: Jakob refuses to go to the doctor. Oz is not happy.
Story: Phase
Timeline: November 2002 - Oz and Jakob are 16.
Challenge: Garlic #21 (My Treat - déjà vu), Star Fruit #15 (winning isn't everything), Peanut Butter #1 (fire)
Toppings/Extras: Whipped Cream
Word Count: 361
Rating: PG-13
Pulled over on the side of the road, Oz resisted the urge to beat the steering wheel and chose to punch the roof instead. It hurt like a bitch, so he did it again, and again. Eventually, the red haze that had been at the corners of his vision receded, and he realized that he was panting for breath and his knuckles were bleeding, and he was still really, really pissed off. Letting out a snarl, Oz stuck his injured hand in his mouth to lick and treat the wounds like a dog would as he slumped back in the driver’s seat.
Son of a bitch. Son of a fucking bitch, how the fuck could Jakob piss him off so goddamned much, when he loved him so much at the same time? That stubborn, bull-headed German asshole. How the fuck would you - no, not even how. Why the fuck would you refuse to go to the fucking hospital when you’re coughing up blood? Oz was worried, he was so fucking worried, and that only pissed him off more. He had begged and pleaded and nearly got down on hands and fucking knees, but Jakob still refused.
He couldn’t afford it, he had said. Oz’s offer to paid it had only angered him, and Jakob had snapped at him. He wasn’t a charity case, but Oz couldn’t understand the argument. He wasn’t offering to buy him a car or a new wardrobe or something unneeded. He was offering to pay for a fucking doctor’s appointment, and Jakob knew he was seriously worried. He knew. But he had brushed him off and said that he would be fine, he just needed rest, he was stressed because of school. That asshole.
Suddenly, the fire left him, and Oz felt drained. Leaning over the steering wheel, tears burned behind his eyelids and he forced them back, because he was not going to fucking cry. He was going to turn the damn car around and apologize for storming out. And then he would pick Jakob up and drag him to the goddamned ER if he had to, and tell the consequences to go to hell.