Please Help Me {Jamie}

[JOEY ROOKS]

Mackenzie was a cruel, cruel being. She lured Joey under false pretenses, jacked her clothes, and made her wear something so horrific, so painful--that she should go to jail for torture. Heels. really, tall heels. And a skirt, a really short one. And some clingy, frustrating shirt that hugged too tightly to her thin body, showing the minimal curves she had, and the fact that Joey was lacking in the chest department.

She had been on her way to Jamie, before the interception. And was now stumbling across the sidewalk to the dorms. She fell into the walls like she was blind, her ankles twisting and meeting the ground while she wobbled and tripped on the heels. Her thin ankles slightly swollen with the constant twisting and falling. Joey was almost in tears over it, while she almost dragged herself up the stairs, clutching her kangaroo-shaped backpack which held goodies from Gingey's, and lunch for Jamie.

It was only a few days ago that he had been in the hospital for having the living shit beat out of him, and Joey took it upon herself to keep an eye on him, and make sure he didn't have to go through this horror alone. She crashed into the door of his dorm with a loud thud, and smacked her open palm against the door, panting from the effort. "Jamie? Jamie, open the door, please." She whimpered, managing to straighten up and hold still on her thin legs, which where shaking with the strain of trying to hold herself up on her tall heels.

"Open, or I'm breaking this door down." She said breathlessly, her neat ponytail that Mackenzie had done was now frazzled, and disheaveled. Instead of her usual orange color, she had dyed it a crimson, bloody red that offet the red in the fucking horrible skirt that she felt far too exposed in, though there was only a sliver of pale thigh between the end of the skirt and her stockings.

She grasped the doorframe with one arm, trying to keep her balance; she was aching--literally, to get off her feet. Even if she had to crawl on all fours into Jamie's dorm.

Notes: Poor Joey. D:
Tags: Jamie / Angela / Joey / Olley
Outfit:The horror.
Hair:Not too bad.

[JAMIE SHOEMAKER]

Joey was coming! That’s all Jamie could think about this morning. He poured his cereal and hummed. His hungover roommate gave him a weird face and grabbed a iced coffee from the fridge. Jamie thought those things were disgusting. Coffee was just so bitter. After breakfast he took a shower and got dressed. He looked at the clock after that and realized he had another two hours. UGH! He was going to waste all of his energy waiting for Joey. Maybe he could take a nap. He passed out on his bed.

"Jamie? Jamie, open the door, please."

His roommate walked by in a towel and tilted his head curiously. What was a hot girl like that doing asking for Jamie?

"Open, or I'm breaking this door down."

“Hey, hey. He’s sleeping! I’ll get him, one sec.”

Jamie was woken up by his roomie shaking him. “Hm?” he mumbled opening his eyes.

“Dude a hot red head is here for you! I’ll get dressed and leave. Good luck man!” He ran into the closet and Jamie sat up. Hot red head? Was he talking about Joey? Joey was pretty but
Jamie would probably get his ass kicked if he said she was hot. He walked up to door and opened it. “Hey Jo-,” Jamie blinked a few times and his mouth stayed in the “o” form for about two seconds before he replaced it with, “Wow, you look nice.” He smiled and held the door. “Welcome to casa de Jamie and friend.”

“Friend is leaving now!” Jamie’s roommate put on his shoes and scurried out the door but not before patting Jamie on the back. Jamie winced and shut the door behind him. He smiled crookedly at Joey and sat down in a beanbag chair. “So how are you?”

[JOEY ROOKS]

Joey stared at the door—she forgot Jamie had one of those. She looked mildly bewildered, staring at the door still and waited for the open, her legs still shaking. What the hell? Couldn’t the roommate just…let her in or something? Her ankles were throbbing!

When Jamie opened the door, and froze mid-sentence, she scrunched up her face. She stumbled in before letting herself fall just inside the door. She dropped her bag next to her, and frantically began undoing the buckles of her shoes, as though there was a bomb strapped to them. She tossed them to the side, massaging her feet and ankles, slumping against the wall. She waved her hand to the roommate leaving.

Joey then sighed, watching Jamie move to the beanbag, before getting up slowly, off balance yet again without those deathtraps again. She dragged her backpack across the floor, and wandered over to Jamie, sitting across from his beanbag. She crossed her legs, and put her bag in her lap to prevent up-skirtage.

“I’ve had better days. Do you see what Mackenzie did to me? She made me into some poodle Barbie doll or something. My ankles are killing me, I could barely take a step without twisting my ankles.” Joey whined, her hand absently brushing her ankles, “Not to mention she put me in a fucking skirt, so I have to be all lady like and shit or everyone’s gonna see up it, and let me tell you,” She pointed her finger at him, “The things some guys do to get a peek is fucking ridiculous.” She pulled out a box, and handed it to Jamie, “Cookies and a cupcake for the injured dude.”

Joey set her bag to the side, and struggled to her feet, and looked around. “Do you have jeans, or sweatpants or boxers something I can borrow? Cause this,” She flicked the hem of the pleated skirt, before putting her hands back on her tiny hips, “Is not gonna fly. I am seriously this close from walking home in nothing but pantaloons and barefeet.”

The redhead paused, and blinked at Jamie, before narrowing her eyes. “What about you? How’re your ribs and cuts, and stuff? How’s your nose? Do you need ice?”

[/center]

[JAMIE SHOEMAKER]

While Jamie was trying to wrap his head around Joey’s girliness, she began taking off her shoes and threw them aside like the hot actresses did in the movies right before—Whoa! This was totally wrong. Joey was his friend and she didn’t like him like that. His roommate was really messing with his head. There had to be some other reason Joey was dressed so hotly girly.

“I’ve had better days. Do you see what Mackenzie did to me? She made me into some poodle Barbie doll or something. My ankles are killing me, I could barely take a step without twisting my ankles.”

Oh, that’s why. Thank you, Mackenzie Jamie made himself focus on the fact that she didn’t like her clothes and continued to listen.

“Not to mention she put me in a fucking skirt, so I have to be all lady like and shit or everyone’s gonna see up it, and let me tell you, The things some guys do to get a peek is fucking ridiculous.”

“Yea, some guys are such pervs,” Jamie said looking down at his toes. He was being too Peterish right now. This had to stop. Maybe he could look down at his toes for the rest of the day.

“Cookies and a cupcake for the injured dude.”

Or he could eat cookies. “Yesssss! I love these.” He took out a cookie and shoved it in his mouth. Focus on the chocolate yumminess.

“Do you have jeans, or sweatpants or boxers something I can borrow? Cause this, is not gonna fly. I am seriously this close from walking home in nothing but pantaloons and barefeet.”

Jamie choked on his cookie a bit and started coughing. Luckily almost dying made him not think of other things. After he managed to swallow the rest of the cookie the right way, he looked up at Joey. “Well, I mean all my stuff would be too big on you pants-wise. Besides that skirt makes you look hot.” Jamie bit his tongue and filled his mouth with another cookie. He held up a thumbs up sign when Joey asked her next question. He was fairly certain she wasn’t going to let that comment slide. Joey wouldn’t hit a crippled person would she?

notes: Ahahahahahaha Jaoey is so cute x3

[JOEY ROOKS]

Joey whined audiably when he mentioned his clothes may be too big. He was thin, like her. But she was also shorter than him, so quite possibly--wouldn't fit in his clothes. "But I could mooch a belt too or something. And boxers totally have that elasticy thing, and pajama pants have the little drawstrings!" She whined, before flopping down on the ground near his beanbag. She twisted her legs to the side, and rested her chin on the corner of his seat.

That's when it fully registered in her head that he called her hot. Tomboy, little Joey went from Jamie's sweet copliment about her murky, brownish green eyes being pretty--to being hot. "Hey!" She jerked foward, before paused, her fingers out stretched about to tickle him. She was on her knees, leaning over awkwardly, before settling back to sit on her legs.

Her now red cheeks were puffed out, and her brows tightly knit over her eyes. "You're lucky you're injured. Remind me that I owe you one tickle attack." She plucked a cookie out of the container, and bit down on it, still staring at him, and his thumbs up. She ate the rest of the cookie, "So..thumbs up mean you're doing good." She said outloud, before kneeling again and leaning in with her full-on-tickle attack to Jamie. She ducked her head down to prevent being swatted at while her fingers mercilessly danced over his sides.

Notes: They totally are. >w<!!!

[JAMIE SHOEMAKER]

"But I could mooch a belt too or something. And boxers totally have that elasticy thing, and pajama pants have the little drawstrings!"

Jamie continued to eat the cookie. He really kinda didn’t want Joey to change out of the skirt. Although either way he’d probably never get the picture of Joey all school girl-like with the mini-skirt and knee high socks. He probably should find something…

"Hey!"

Jamie waited for the torture but he saw Joey stopped short realizing his injury. Shoo!

"You're lucky you're injured. Remind me that I owe you one tickle attack."

“Oh darn,” Jamie mumbled pretending to be sad. He bit into another cookie and—

"So..thumbs up mean you're doing good.”

“Yea I guess so, It’s sore but the doctor said three mo—“ The cookie feel out of his mouth as Joey attacked his sides. He giggled helplessly and tried a counter attack but to no avail. “Uncle!” he yelled but she showed no mercy. Finally Jamie rolled on top of her and held down her arms. He caught his breath and smiled smugly. “I win.” He felt like Nala from the Lion King which was slightly random considering he wasn’t a lion or a girl. He did just watch it the other day… Oh right, Joey!

“I’ll let you go if you give up. If not I could totally tickle to to death right now,” he said still smirking.

[JOEY ROOKS]

Joey screamed in suprise, quite loudly when Jamie rolled onto her, sending her crashing to the floor. Her face scrunched up again, and she squirmed, trying to pull her arms free. That was the problem with being tiny---it was far too easy for her to be carried around, tossed about, and held like a doll. And there wasn't too much she could do when her opponent was larger than her. Especially when she had to remember she was in a god damn skirt.

She shifted her jaw from side to side, her eyes moving back and forth over his face. "You realize, that to tickle me," She dropped her voice like she was talking in a private whisper, her fingers wiggling like they were trying to tickle the air, "You'd have to let go of my arms. Which would leave me free to counterattack your tickles. However, you would also have the same deliemma and we would be caught in a never-ending tickle fest." She lifted one brow at him, sending a puff of air up her own face to move her red bangs out of her eyes to see him bette--holy shit.

What in the hell just happened, and why...what? She couldn't even. She was even more surprised with herself when she felt her neck lift upwards on its own accord, her lips leaving the barest is kisses against Jamie's before pulling back. A simple peck, but she still looked confused. Like she had no memory of actually doing that herself, or even why. And then she was mildly mad at herself, cause that was such a girl move.

Jamie was her friend. Just because she had a guy that was a friend didn't mean she needed to go around smooching him because he complimented her. "Uncle." She said, a bit delayed from his offer of 'give up, or be tickled'.

Notes:OHSNAP

[JAMIE SHOEMAKER]

"You realize, that to tickle me you'd have to let go of my arms. Which would leave me free to counterattack your tickles. However, you would also have the same deliemma and we would be caught in a never-ending tickle fest."

“That sounds fun,” Jamie admitted. He was just about to release her arms when she got really close to his face. It took him a second to realize she was kissing him and by the time he did she was done. Oh, no. That wasn’t going to happen. Without even thinking about it, Jamie leaned in and pressed his lips against Joey’s. He pulled away with a huge smile on his face that he hoped Joey didn’t mistake for a smirk. It wasn’t until he really took in Joey’s conflicted expression that he realized the error of his ways.

He had totally stepped over the friend line. Even if she did it first he still… She had kissed him first. So, that meant he wasn’t the only one feeling like this. She thought he was hot too. Wait, what was going on here? Why the face? Girls were so confusing.

"Uncle."

Jamie laughed and got off of her. It was more of a nervous laugh. He was worried about what was going to happen next. He didn’t want to get kicked out of another dorm room for kissing without thinking. Though, he was actually awake in this case. And he actually had a chance but still…
He was thinking to much about this. They were just messing around. They were old enough for kissing not to be a huge deal between friends. “So what do you wanna do now?” Jamie asked trying to get his heart to stop racing in his sore chest.

notes: CRACKLEPOP! SOCUTE X3

[JOEY ROOKS]

He kissed her back? He kissed her back. Joey blinked up at him when he smiled, seeming completely pleased with himself. Of course Jamie didn’t think anything of it---he was so innocent in that odd way. Knowing his background, Joey knew there was a part of him that wasn’t innocent, and as carefree as he seemed.

But now, he still seemed to have that little kid quality about him.
Joey sat up slowly when he got off of her, her arms freed again. She straightened out her hitched skirt, and offered a smile with just as much nervousness as he did. Boys were so confusing. Her ears and cheeks were pink now, and her legs were mildly uncomfortable. She squinted at him, and puckered her lips, “Actually. I know exactly what I’m gonna do.” She nodded slowly, and awkwardly stood to her feet, trying to keep her skirt as straight as possible.

“I…am going to ransack your room for clothes that fit, while giggling over your tightie-whities, and your boys-room-typical-mess!” She chirped, a grin taking over her face, while she bolted away from him, skidding down the short hall. She tossed what was hopefully Jamie’s door open, and disappeared inside, “Oooooh! Jaaammiiieee!” She called from inside, taking the tone kids got when a classmate was in trouble. “You naughty boooyy!” Came the second half of the call. Of course she hadn’t found anything worth-while. It was just fun to bait him, at least.

Now to choose. Closet, or drawers. “Where do you keep the boxers, cause I could totally fit in those!” She called again.

[JAMIE SHOEMAKER]

So it was nothing but some fun. That’s what he got when she sat up and didn’t say anything. He held back the urge to kiss Joey again and looked at his toes. There wasn’t anything new since the last time he looked at them.

“Actually. I know exactly what I’m gonna do.”

She got up and Jamie continued to stare at his toes to fight the losing battle of awkward turtles versus Jamie. This was not going too well. Jamie looked up to see if she was leaving.

“I…am going to ransack your room for clothes that fit, while giggling over your tightie-whities, and your boys-room-typical-mess!”

Jamie’s eyes went big and he stood up. It would be very interesting if Joey found his sixpack in the bottom of his closest with a half empty bottle of vodka. Or maybe the pair of girl’s panties his roommate so graciously threw in his drawer the other day. Why hadn’t he gotten those out of there? “I don’t wear tightie-whities!” Jamie argued. He laughed to himself when Joey went to the wrong set of drawers.

“Oooooh! Jaaammiiieee You naughty boooyy!”

Jamie continued laughing and walked up behind Joey. He leaned his head on her smallish shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Wrong side, Joe.” He snickered and walked over to his chest of drawers. He opened his bottom drawer and pulled out a pair of basketball short he wore sometimes. “ ’Ere ya go. No searching needed,” he said with a smile. Problem avoided. He sat down on the bean bag again and sighed.

[JOEY ROOKS]

Why the heck did he keep looking at his toes? Was he bored or something? “You totally seem like the tightie-whitie type though. I bet you have ones with the superman emblem, don’t you?” She chirped, peeking into the drawers. When he came up and whispered in her ear though—her entire body went rigid from his breath so close again.

She turned, and walked over to him, peering around him, before taking the shorts. “Jesus Christ, thanks!” Unfortunately, well…unfortunately for Jamie at least, Joey had no shame whatsoever. And right then and there, she unzipped the back of her skirt, let it drop to the floor, and balanced while she stuck one leg at a time in the shorts.

She hiked up the front of her shirt, and tugged the drawstrings as tight as she could on her tiny hips. The shorts were pretty big on her, and slung low on her hips. But when she dropped her shirt, everything seemed totally covered. She tugged off her socks as well, leaving it on the pile with her skirt, before turning on her heel. She dropped to the ground again, and somersaulted her way back to Jamie, coming to a rest near his feet. “So much better! You have no freaking idea how hard a skirt is to deal,” She rolled onto her side, peering up at him, her fingers poking at his feet.

“Like seriously? You can barely sit, run, jump, anything! It’s a royal pain. In. The. Ass.” She tugged at one of his toes idly, before sitting back up, sitting in front of him on the floor. She pulled up her knees and leaned in so her knees brushed her upper arms, her hands on the floor, sitting almost like a frog, while she teetered back and forth.

Notes: Joey just has no idea, whatsoever.

[JAMIE SHOEMAKER]

“You totally seem like the tightie-whitie type though. I bet you have ones with the superman emblem, don’t you?”

“Batman actually,” Jamie said laughing. “They were a present.” He wasn’t really embarrassed by much. The girl’s underwear was what he was worried about. Joey would probably think they were his secret girlfriend’s or something. Who owned them anyway? Jamie looked at his boxer drawer and thought about the girls his roomie was with. Yea, he should probably get those out of there.

“Jesus Christ, thanks!”

“No pro--,” Jamie began to say. He stopped short when Joey’s skirt hit the ground. Speaking of girl’s underwear…. Wait, did she seriously…

She. Took. Her. Clothes. Off. Right. In. Front. Of. Him.

Jamie was never going to get that image out of his head. Whhhhhy? She totally was doing this on purpose. Jamie attempted to stare at his toes again but it wasn’t working. His face was bright red. His mind was still in a state of shock. His mouth was still trying to form words. Wasn’t gonna happen.

“So much better! You have no freaking idea how hard a skirt is to deal,”

Jamie didn’t know about wearing skirts but he was pretty sure he was still suffering as much as Joey was. He remained kinda out of it. Hopefully if he did that he would be okay. Maybe.

“Like seriously? You can barely sit, run, jump, anything! It’s a royal pain. In. The. Ass.”

She just had to say ass. Jamie bit his lip and squirmed a little bit. He wasn’t exactly feeling good about this feeling he was feeling. It needed to go away. Jamie stretched out on the beanbags and found another cookie to eat.

Notes: Oh, Jamie. xD

[JOEY ROOKS]

“Eh, legit. Superman’s a whimp anyway. Really? He’s like totally perfect, his one weakness is a rock, and his disguise is a pair of glasses and a lack of hair gel.” She rolled her eyes, and stared up at him. Okay, now what was wrong with him? Joey sat up again, furrowing her brows, and waving her hand in front of his face.

“Houston to Jamie, come in Jamie, kshh, over.” She put her fingers on the edge of his beanbag, and peered up like a cat. “Are you okay? If you’re bored or tired, I could go. Cause you’re roommate said you were sleeping, so that means I had to have woken you up. Plus, you totally need rest, being injured and stuff.” She clapped her hands onto her own cheeks.

“Oh my god, and I’ve been here bouncing around like a maniac, and you’re probably tired! You can tell me to piss off and let you sleep, you know. I don’t get offended by that kinda thing.” She reached forward, tugging at his shirt, bothered somewhat by his silence, and the expression on his face. Her lips twisted, and she took on an expression of being uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, did I do something to like make you mad? I can totally go home and get normal clothes and bring the shorts back if that’s it. Jamie?” She asked, giving his shirt another tug.

He was one of her friends; one of her first set. She had Mackenzie and Benny, but she felt a little more connected to Jamie. And for him to be upset with her made her really, really nervous. She put her chin on the edge of his beanbag, her tiny fingers still curled on the edge of his shirt, trying to get his attention.

[/center]

[JAMIE SHOEMAKER]

“Eh, legit. Superman’s a whimp anyway. Really? He’s like totally perfect, his one weakness is a rock, and his disguise is a pair of glasses and a lack of hair gel.”

“Yeah, so lame,” Jamie agreed. Superheros were something Jamie really never got into. Living where he did he found out really fast that guns were all you needed to be a villian or a hero. Violence wasn’t his thing anyway.

“Houston to Jamie, come in Jamie, kshh, over.”

Jamie wanted to tell Houston to go away. He totally wasn’t prepared to come down to Earth yet. Maybe he stared at the moon too long. Jamie snickered at his own joke. He didn’t really want Joey to leave.

“Are you okay? If you’re bored or tired, I could go. Cause you’re roommate said you were sleeping, so that means I had to have woken you up. Plus, you totally need rest, being injured and stuff.”

“No no, I’m not tired,” he whispered. He definitely wasn’t bored. This was definitely better than sitting in bed all day and chatting with randoms in the chatroom.

“Oh my god, and I’ve been here bouncing around like a maniac, and you’re probably tired! You can tell me to piss off and let you sleep, you know. I don’t get offended by that kinda thing.”

“I am definitely not going to be able to sleep right now,” Jamie mumbled. He cracked a smile and tilted his head. “Your hair is redder. That’s badass.”

“I’m sorry, did I do something to like make you mad? I can totally go home and get normal clothes and bring the shorts back if that’s it. Jamie?”

Jamie was totally not mad at her. He was kinda mad at himself. Maybe frustrated was a better word. He didn’t want to be frustrated. Like ever. It was bugging him. “I’m not mad. I couldn’t be mad at you. You’re just being Joey.” He smiled again. He was definitely not being Jamie right now. Peter got like this, but not for long… Jamie flopped his head down in the beanbag. He was ruining his time hanging out with Joey.

notes: -snickersnicker- I'msomature xD

[JOEY ROOKS]

Had Joey heard the acknowledgement of Jamie not being Jamie right now, she would agree. He seemed a lot more mellowed out right now, which was in turn, causing her to mellow out. It was necessarily a bad thing, just different. Joey tilted her head, then nodded, and crossed her eyes to look at her bangs in her view. “Yeah, told you I was gonna dye it. I kinda go between red, orange, and yellow. Any other color just looks weird on me.”

She leaned back when he put his head down on the beanbag, before leaning back in. Her fingers moving his hair from his face carefully; the corner of her mouth twitching into a small smile. “You’d be surprised at how many people get mad at me for being Joey.” Her fingers itched, for some reason. She continued to pick single bits of his hair from his face, because part of her wanted to touch the rest of his face. To look at his hands closer, pull up his sleeves and read the story of the tattoos on his arms.

You sure you’re okay?
You want some water?
Do you need some Tylenol?
I can order a pizza if you want.

All of those things danced in Joey’s head, but her tongue and vocal cords weren’t making the connection to voice them. But her lips on the other hand, made the connection to lean in and leave another one of those soft kisses against his lips, before pulling back once more, her eyes never leaving his face. Wondering to see if he’d get that weird expression on his face again, or jolt him back into Jamiedom.