Backwards Forwards original short story
A/N: Hey y’all! Because we are swamped with school work and the comics are being updated at a snail's pace, we decided to share a written short story with you all to quench your thirst, at least for a little. We hope you enjoy!
Summary: It’s a lazy, stormy night at the base, but that doesn’t stop Jamie from having a good time. (Rated T for a nude Jamie)
A Boy in His Element
Lala, Deja, and I were lounging around the TV while Leilah finished paperwork at the kitchen bar. Like Deja, she had her own desk in her own study, but for some reason prefered to work in a room full of people. Apparently, reality shows and rain didn’t disrupt her focus.
A flash of light slipped in through the tall window at the end of the wall, and a promising rumble promptly followed after it. Although it was expected, another rumble approached. Except this one was just Jamie sprinting through the upstairs hallway and nearly crashing into the banister.
“Mute the TV!” he exclaimed, skipping down pairs of stairs until he squished his nose against the window.
Deja rolled her eyes, but complied with a smile.
I asked, “What’s going–”
“Shh!” Jamie interrupted, waving an arm at me.
I blinked at being shushed so forwardly from Jamie of all people, and my face must have shown it because Lala snorted softly beside me.
We were still for a few moments, before another flash came, and Jamie immediately started counting out loud until a clap of thunder stopped him after just “one-mississippi.”
“Now’s my chance!” Jamie shouted, leaping over the couches and dashing towards the door.
“Jamie, please be careful!” Leilah called after him, her eyebrows pinching together.
“Oh, you kids are in for a treat,” Deja said as she hurried after him, prompting Lala and I to do the same.
“Where’s he going?” Lala asked. By this time, Jamie was already sprinting through the rain and down the street like a madman.
“Get in the car and I’ll show you,” Deja told us, and we obeyed. Once all three of us were buckled up, Deja pulled out of the driveway and followed Jamie’s general direction.
Turns out he led us to a vacant baseball field. He stood in the middle of the parking lot, analyzing the sky with a hand barely shielding his eyes from the rain. Once he saw our car pull up into the lot, he jogged over and motioned for me to roll down my passenger side window.
“Bro, can you do me a favor?” he asked as he passed Lala his hat and began to peel off his soaked shirt.
“…Like what?” I asked hesitantly, cautious of where this was going.
“Hold this,” Jamie ordered, slapping the wet shirt directly onto my face. But he wasn’t done yet. Just as I removed his shirt from my eyes, he started shimmying out of his jeans and his underwear! Lala squealed as she slapped her hands over her eyes and Deja started to laugh as she looked away.
“Jamie what–!”
“And this!” He gave me a face-full of sopping briefs and heavy jeans. I immediately threw them to the side of me as if they were contaminated, and Jamie just snickered and leaned his head into the car, letting more water drip into my lap. “Ladies and Denver, please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. Do not touch any metal or glass, and make sure you close your eyes and cover your ears when I give the signal. You do that, and I promise I’ll give you one hell of a show.”
“So far so good,” Lala joked, as she peeked between her fingers. I gaped back at her incredulously, but she giggled at me and covered her face again. Jamie grinned back at her before turning to run onto the baseball diamond.
“Window up, Denver,” Deja said as she cut off the engine, and I complied.
“Can I look now?” Lala asked.
“No,” I said at the same time as Deja said, “Yes.” Jamie was still boldly nude under the field lights, and I would rather Lala not take in the sights.
“What’s he doing?” Lala asked as she now gawked intriguingly at him pacing under the rain, shouting nonsense.
“Charging up,” Deja responded.
Suddenly, I could feel the hairs on my skin begin to stand, and a little buzz started to crawl through the air. “Wait, is he–”
“Cover your ears!” Deja shouted as Jamie reached out his arms to the sky, and I barely managed to cup my hands over my ears as a hot bolt of lightning crashed into the baseball field with a near-deafening crash.
The impact rocked the car, and everything felt like it had been rubbed by a thousand balloons. I knew my hair was standing up without even looking, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness since all the lights burst. I tried to shake out a ringing in my ears, but I couldn’t even make out Lala’s muffled voice behind me.
When I blinked enough times, I could finally begin to make out my surroundings. I stared out the window, fully expecting Jamie to be a charred corpse strewn all over the field, but he was actually very, very alive. He looked like a complete loon jumping buck-naked in the parking lot, his hair standing straight up and smoking in the rain, and his skin completely wrapped in intense bruises and prominent veins. Leftover electricity from the fences and ground leaped into his limbs, and he even twirled around a light pole, absorbing its energy as well.
Once Jamie’s little victory dance was over, he trotted over to the car and slapped his hands on the roof, and he jumped from the transfer of electricity. He strutted around and yelped a few times, flexing and stretching.
He turned back to the car and motioned for Lala to roll down her window. “IT’S SAFE NOW!” Jamie hollered a little too loudly.
“Is it?” I muttered.
Lala opened her window and did her best to only look at Jamie’s upper body. “How–”
“WHAT?!” Jamie shouted, popping his ears.
“HOW ARE YOU FEELING?” she yelled, also a little too loudly.
“I FEEL GREAT!” he replied, then whooped. His eyes were bright blue and bloodshot, and he had a twitch every five seconds. “WAS THAT COOL OR WHAT?!”
“THAT WAS AMAZING!” she answered with a laugh. I caught the quick downward flash of her eyes, and the mad blush that overtook her face as she scrambled to find his clothes. Hell, I accidentally peeked and noticed that being struck by lightning apparently made everything stand up.
Lala passed Jamie his wet clothes, and she squeaked from getting shocked during the transfer.
“SORRY!” Jamie rushed, pulling on his underwear. “I’M STILL A LITTLE JUMPY.”
“That’s an understatement,” I commented, then turned to Deja. “How long will he be like this?”
A genuine smile was still plastered onto her face when she spoke. “He’ll run out of juice and crash tomorrow, but his hearing will improve in about a week.”
“I’M GONNA GO GET A PIZZA, DO YOU GUYS WANT ANYTHING?”
“NO!” we replied. Lala and Deja were in a fit of giggles, and I even managed to chuckle at his ridiculousness.
“OKAY, SEE YOU LATER!” he grinned, and then ran down the street fully clothed.