Arthur Charles Abrams, "Artie" (sg_artie) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-10-10 22:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2011: october, character: noah puckerman, character: tina cohen-chang, former character: ava marx, wanted character: artie abrams, ~complete |
Who: Artie, Jon(NPC) and later, Ava, Puck & Tina
Where: Halls of McKinley
When: Tuesday morning, 10/11
What: A confrontation between former friends. Tina, Ava and Puck witness.
Artie took advantage of a chance encounter with Jon Hubner to try and make things right. Ever since Jon had told a boasting Artie to 'fuck off' on Facebook, Artie felt nothing but shame. As he'd told Puck beside the faint glow of their camp fire, it wasn't right to just move on from an old friend, just because things were different. Problem was, would Jon still want to talk it out?
"Hey, Jon, Jon!" Artie ran to catch up, as Jon seemed to push harder on the wheels. But when Artie jumped in front of him, he had no choice but to stop. Artie frowned, staring down at his friend's feet in confusion. Normally, Jon was on crutches, not in his chair. He only used a chair if something had happened.
Reading the puzzled expression on Artie's face, Jon blew out his cheeks in frustration and began explaining. "I got shoved into a locker on Friday," he said. "Ankle swelled up like a melon. Which you'd know about if you, I don't know, talked to me every now and then. But you don't. So I have nothing to say to you. Now, if you'll excuse me."
Artie was left, too stunned to move off the spot, as Jon rolled his eyes and wheeled around Artie to continue his long journey down the hall. He hadn't gotten very far, however, before Artie tugged the chair back by its handles. Grabbing the handles was the most obnoxious thing others had done to Artie on a regular basis while he was in the chair. And yet, without thinking, Artie committed this same crime against Jon. Jon spun around, his face contorting with rage, and Artie staggered back a few paces.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jon demanded, his speech becoming more slurred and even harder to understand as he became angry. Artie wanted to melt into the linoleum. He blinked as he looked at Jon, completely at a loss for what to say now. Jon stared back until he had stared him down.
"I... here." Artie didn't know what he was doing, but he had to do something. He pulled his yellow and black gloves, the ones he'd planned on burning with Puck that weekend, out of his bag. He'd finally decided against burning his signature gloves, for reasons he couldn't quite work out. But now he was glad he had them. He thrust them towards Jon. "You'll need these."
Jon stared at the gloves, then tilted his gaze back up to Artie. His mouth set in a thin line, Jon shook his head, stubbornly. "Keep them," he said. "I don't want them. I don't need anything from you."
"Jon," Artie said, dropping his voice to almost a whisper. "Don't be like this, please? I... I can't change what happened. I don't even know why it did, it just did, okay? It doesn't change that we're friends."
"Oh, yes," said Jon. "It does. When you ignore me for three weeks, when you completely forget to tell me what's going on with you? Or, better yet..." Jon was just getting started. And his speech was slowly falling apart, though Artie understood perfectly. "... when I hear from Jacob Ben Israel that you ran away from your doctor's appointment last week?!"
"What... how does he-?" Artie sputtered, but Jon cut him off.
"Artie!" Jon gritted his teeth angrily. "If what's going on with you could help the rest of us, don't you want to let them look at you?" And when Artie remained silent, Jon shook his head with disgust. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Wow, Abrams. Tell you what. Enjoy that new life of yours."
"Jon..."
"Have fun being normal by yourself!" He pushed so hard on his wheels that Artie was forced to stumble out of the way so that Jon didn't run him over. Artie watched, helplessly, as Jon left him standing there, holding the yellow gloves. Finally, he dropped his head and stalked off in the opposite direction. He didn't see any way around this one, short of finding a way to pass his miracle cure right along to Jon, too. And so his friendship with Jon Hubner becamse the first casualty of his new life.