Silent Movie
by Kat
Disclaimer: Not mine . . . although I wouldn't mind if Jake let me borrow her Munchie ;)
Author's Note: I wrote this while I was at the park. The inspiration for this fic goes to Natalie's Roswell M&M story Reprieve it's one of the best fanfics I've read b/c of the POV she uses. It's at http://ficorama.cjb.net/. I wanted to do this from Will's POV before I saw the Winning Isn't Everything episode. Then I saw Will's face when Hamilton wiped Jake's lipstick off. Did anyone crack up at the sight of that :)
Summary: Will finds out the truth between Jake and Hamilton.
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"I first saw you
You had on blue jeans
You're eyes couldn't hide anything"
- "Kanga Roo" Jeff Buckley
I have a secret to tell you. I know the truth between Hamilton and Jake. It's becoming obvious to everyone. They all know have their suspicions about them. You can only look at somebody with that expression in your eyes for so long.
More people are noticing the glances they aim at one another. It's not as obvious as Scout and Bella. It's not as hidden as Hamilton's mom and Finn. Didn't think I was going to use Hamilton's mom as an example? It probably was too predictable of me to mention it.
I saw proof of them before my eyes in the male teacher's classroom. That's another story though, another secret to recount later on. Did I see any proof then of Hamilton and Jake? I saw the truth behind her eyes.
You didn't know? Jake's really a girl. I'm guessing her name's Jacqueline. I'm acting calm about this situation now. You should've seen me mutter the explitives with my mouth wide open.
One morning by the lake I saw the two of them sitting some distance to the side. Jake was wearing a tank top. Her baggy sweater tossed a few feet away. There was no way she was a guy the way her chest pushed her top forward. They sat close to each other her head resting on his shoulder. The conversations of insects and empty space prevented me from overhearing what they said.
It was like watching a silent movie. My grandma used to watch them at an old theater that still played the movies she saw as a girl. It was easier to fool people with words than actions. Body language is harder to fake. The look in your eyes, the way you touch someone, your posture. My grandma hated tv shows where characters always talked.
"They always say the same thing over and over again. They never learn from their mistakes and all that whining as if the problems of the world were their own prized possesion."
If she saw the scene between Jake and Hamilton that day by the lake she'd smile with nostalgia. They were effortless in their movements towards each other. Their bodies no longer undiscovered territories, but like their own contented homes.
Jake's finger was tracing Hamilton's life line her eyes facing into the road map on his palm. Her mouth curled at the sides every so often to emphasize a word. Hamilton spoke with a playful smile at her bringing out a laugh from Jake. Her face instantly became feminine. Her eyes tinged with an ache for acceptance.
They looked at each other the way I wished someone would look at me. I didn't want to take that away from them.
Hamilton whispered into Jake's ear making her cheeks color slightly. He kissed her face soft as the summer breeze. He let his fingers draw her lips to his.
I left to get up then as they continued their kiss. Hamilton now on top of Jake. His hand cuffed her wrist to the ground. I could hear the faint sounds of Rawley waking up to another day.
"Hey Jake."
"Krudski."
"How was the water at the lake this morning?"
"What?"
"I saw you and Hamilton."
"We were practicing."
"For what?"
"Crew, you should know you're on the team."
"Jake."
"Yes?"
"Why are you pretending to be a girl?"
A look of hurt spread across her eyes and her lower lip quivered. It happened so fast I almost didn't catch it.
"That's the best question someone's ever asked me."
She smiled it wasn't genuine.
"There's someone in your family that doesn't listen to you too, huh?"
She looked down at a crumpled bubble gum wrapper on the grass.
"Not all families are perfect."
"Don't worry I don't exactly belong to the Brady Bunch."
"You do bear an amazing resemblence to Keith Partridge."
We both laughed as the tension between us diminished.
"People are starting to say things about the both of you. You have to keep it at a safe distance," I warned her.
"Why are you doing this?"
"What am I doing?"
"Why are you being so nice?"
"Anything real doesn't come everyday."
She gave me a small smile. It was a genuine too. Her eyes still tinged with that ache for acceptance. I guess she'll always carry that look. Yet her eyes also held gratitude for me in them.
"Thanks Krudski."
She gave a playful punch to my arm and walked away with a shy girl wave.
The next time I saw Hamilton and Jake was at the tables during dinner. Both sat in their usual seats across from each other. Though they started talking to diferent people at our table. Hamilton talked to Scout about codes he could use on this N64 game. Jake was giving some basic info on Lena to another guy who had his eye on her.
If you saw our table for the first time you wouldn't have guessed Hamilton and Jake were together. The barely talked to each other tonight.
I looked closer though and saw the silent movie between them. Hamilton looking across to Jake his voice took on a more relaxed tone as he asked him to pass the mashed potatoes. Their fingers brushed briefly an innocent touch that was intended.
By accident I dropped my fork during the evening and ducked under the table to pick it up. The outside world may always wonder if there is a relationship between Hamilton and Jake, but from here I knew that all the proof I needed was there. As Jake's foot cradled itself to Hamilton like two people embracing by the lake.
The End
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