Secret -CRACK- Chapter 2

SECRET CRACK CHAPTER NUMBER TWO: Jimmy.
The door of Liam’s apartment burst open, revealing quite the surprising sight; he had expected Joel or Allen, it made things a bit more surprising, as neither of them were here in the first place. Sitting up, William looked to the door, and almost instantly stood, grinning.
“Lisette!” He paused, though, stopping in mid-step, half way around the couch. “…And a random male. In my home. Who is this?”
Lisette was indeed in the doorway, smiling with an odd sort of glow. Her arms were linked about the arm of a man who was quite a bit shorter than William, but one wouldn’t be able to tell; his top hat covered the difference. He wore coattails and a monocle, and lots and lots of ruffles. He looked like he came from the renaissance.
“This is Jimmy, William. Jimmy Johannessburg.”
The top hat wearing man coughed. “H. Jimmy Johannessburg. Esquire.”
“Oh… oh my God.” That accent. It was horrible. It was like a mixture of cockney, English-English (yes, there is such a thing), and proper English. All meshed together in a shallow, drunken stupor. And yes, he took that right out of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. He couldn’t help it; Frollo was amazing.
“What?” Lisette asked, pulling away from Jimmy.
“What? What?” William looked disbelievingly at his little sister. “Can’t you hear that horrid accent? You can’t possibly believe it’s real!”
“Of course not!” Lisette said, laughing. “Jimmy grew up in Brooklyn.”
William stared. That thing grew up in Brooklyn? “Born and raised?”
“For twenty-six years.”
“Twenty-six—What is the point of his visit?”
“I’m dating him, William~”
“Out.”
“What?” Lisette stared at him, insulted.
“No. You stay. You, you inbred vermin, get out,” William replied, taking his sister’s arm and waving the non-British-Brit off.
“Well, I say, dear boy—”
“OUT,” William bolstered. Above all things, he did not enjoy being called “boy,” he got that enough from his father.
The door closed, much to Jimmy’s boisterous protest, and Lisette pulled herself away from William, bewildered. “What’s wrong with him?”
“What’s wro—Lisette, you cannot possibly be asking that in your right mind. What’s wrong with him? He walked right out of the English renaissance! And he’s from Brooklyn! Can’t you see he’s been dropped on his head one too many times? And he’s way too old for you.”
“Too old for me? Five years, Will!”
“Five years too old!”
“I can’t believe you.”
“You’d better. I’d approve of five years if it were… Allen, or someone I knew and liked. This guy is out of the question.”
“I didn’t bring him here for your approval, William. I brought him here for you to meet him. I’m dating him. We might even move in together.”
“You’re what?!”
“I’m kidding. Christ, lighten up, William,” she said, kissing his cheek. She grinned at him and started for the door. “Have a good day.  We’re going to explore LA. He’s never been here, you know.”
“Not surprising…the dolt.”

~*~

The door opened again, and this time they were expected. Joel and Allen were with him, now, and he couldn’t really do much about Lisette and this… thing being together.
“Can we stay here before our flight tomorrow, Will?” Lisette asked as Jimmy closed the door behind them.
“Sure. You can take my room,” William said evenly, still a bit stiff with the twenty-six year old.
“Thanks.” Lisette said with a smile, and headed for William’s bedroom. William stood to make some tea, and caught Jimmy as he went to follow.
“Pardon me, dear sir,” Jimmy blustered.
“Pardoned. You’re not going in there.”
“Sorry?”
“Come on, Jimmy. Cut the bullshit. You really think you could just swagger on into your girlfriend’s brother’s bedroom without a care in the world? That’s my little sister in there, buddy. If you touch her, I will murder you. Slow and painful. And I’ll start by breaking that monocle into your eye.”
“….Woah. William rage on high,” observed Allen, and was cut off by a middle finger that was flung in his direction. Joel laughed hysterically.
“I suppose it’s best for you not to go near his sister, Allen,” said Joel. “He’ll chain you down and make sure you don’t so much as look at her.”
“Now, now, sir,” spluttered Jimmy, having heard Allen and Joel and began to look a bit worried. “There’s no need for—”
“There is no need, Jim, for you in my bedroom with my sister. Kay?” William cut in, and much to the horror of the other three occupants, he grinned. It was a bit manic, and a bit homicidal, and it made the three of them want to bold out of the room. Screaming. They didn’t. But the temptation was there. And it was awfully alluring.
Somewhere in this mix, Jimmy was punched in the face.
By Allen.