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Some Things You Can't Change	By : selphiealmasy8 Category: G through L > Jeepers Creepers Views: 6565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don�t own the rights to "Jeepers Creepers" or any of the characters in it or its sequel. Victor Salva does. This disclaimer goes for all chapters.
Chapter summary: Trish and Darry discover a little bit more about their good Samaritan.
Chapter Eleven: John

"My name is John," the truck driver said, nodding his head as the transport bumped along the highway. "What if I may pry are your names?"
"I thought you said you weren�t going to pry?" Darry stated.
"I�m a liar. If it bothers you too much feel free to get out and walk."
"No," Trish said immediately. "My name is Trish. This is Darry."
"So what�s an attractive couple like yourselves doing stuck in the middle of nowhere for?"
Darry waited for Trish to correct the man�s assumption about their relationship. They had been mistaken for lovers before and Trish always bluntly and quickly stated that they were siblings. This admission was met with mutual embarrassment and the usual remark on how obvious it was because they looked so much alike.
He hated it. It always managed to hurt him.
This time however Trish only replied that they had run out of gas. John commented on how stupid they both were for letting this happen while Darry just sat there, a large grin appearing on his youthful face. Trish had let the man believe that they were involved. Catching her brother�s look Trish threw him a very irritated glance.
Darry tried to quiet his joy, reasoning to himself that she probably had decided to let the guy believe whatever he wanted to save the both of them having to explain what was going on on the car hood in case the man had seen it.
But then he reasoned that that meant that Trish knew what had happened moments before between them had been intensely intimate. That was saying something Darry realized.
"How long you been on the road for John?" Darry asked in the full state of his joy.
"Oh I can�t remember anymore� Since I was 23� This interval has lasted a week. Long enough to tell you that every town from here to a 100 miles back or ahead all looks the same. When you finally see a town with a Starbucks you want to get on your hands and knees and thank God for Civilization."
Darry laughed and Trish shook her head.
"What are you carrying anyway?" Darry said and looked behind him.
"Dolls�" John answered. "There�s one on the floor back there somewhere� The kind your mother use to play with I bet when she was a kid."
Darry surveyed the area around him until he saw a doll lying on the ground. He picked it up. It was a girl doll with blond hair and a red gingham dress. Her eyes which had been closed when she had rested on the floor now opened and revealed themselves to be a bright shade of blue. As he stared into the doll�s eyes, Darry felt his stomach lurch as the image of the bodies covering the walls of the Creeper�s lair flashed across his mind. He dropped the doll but still its eyes remained opened, staring blankly at the ceiling. Darry quickly turned her over.
"Finished playing?" Trish teased. When she saw that her brother was pale and unresponsive she took his hand. Darry met her gaze obviously grateful for her comfort.
John studied them and noted for the first time the fear in the young man�s eyes. "It�s easy to get spooked out here," he commented.
"What?" Trish asked.
"Out here� It�s all too easy to get scared half out of your mind. Those dolls give me the creeps. Can�t think of them too long� Too much like dead children. I�ve seen things out here that have caused some of my hair to turn white. It�s not a lie. I�d like to just think I was crazy but part of me knows that that would just be talking the easy way out."
"Why are you telling us this," Trish questioned.
"Your eyes," John answered and the worst thing was how kind his voice was. "You�ve got the same haunted look I�ve seen reflected in a mirror sometimes."
Trish looked at her brother seeing that the truck driver was right. She�d known that though. She�d remembered Darry�s eyes every day and night since the Creeper had taken him. It was a miracle that she could look into them at the moment and do what she so badly regretted she hadn�t done then.
Trish Jenner threw her arms around her brother.
John remained silent as the couple hugged, the boy�s hands rubbing the girl�s back, desperately taking the comfort she offered, until he eventually cleared his throat and pointed to his left. "See that motel there? Isn�t it one of the ugliest you ever did see?"
Darry and Trish nodded as they turned to look at it.
"Well that�s where we are stopping whether you like it or not," the driver announced. "You may convince me to take you a little further on in the morning but negotiations have been closed until I get my beauty sleep. Look at this face� I need it."
John pulled his transport into the run down motel.
"Oh great," Darry commented. "We�re finally going to be introduced to Norman Bates and his charming mother."
"Just don�t use the shower," John advised.
The truck stopped outside the flashing vacancy sign and John hopped out.
"You have cash on you?" Trish asked Darry, who fished inside his pocket.
"Yeah," he replied.
"I do too," Trish stated. "We�ll each get a room."
She opened the truck door to step out but Darry�s hand clamped down on her arm preventing her. "Each get a room?"
"Yeah," Trish said but looked hesitant, as if she hadn�t liked the suggestion she had made either
"Please Trish. I don�t want to be alone," Darry begged.
"Ok," the woman answered and exited the truck.
Has Darry stepped out he looked back at the doll, glad to see that she was still lying face down on the floor.
When brother and sister entered the motel office they were in time to watch as the owner, a tall thin man with no hair except for a pair of fuzzy grey sideburns on his face, handed John a key.
As the truck driver passed them he smiled and dangled the key in front of them. "Beat you. I got the best room."
"Sure," Darry whispered. "Smells the least like shit and piss since the last person who stayed there didn�t die and remembered to flush the toliet before they left."
If the owner had heart the insult he gave no indication. He had the look of a man who had been waiting for customers so long his senses had become apathetic.
"One room please," Trish asked. The man lazily handed her a key with a large piece of cardboard attatched to it with the number 3 written on it.
"I bet we are the first people to stay here since Custer was defeated," Darry mumbled and Trish stifled a laugh.
They passed room #2 and saw John through the open window, lying, eyes closed, on the bed. Without opening his eyes he raised a hand and waved.
"The walls are probably thinner than paper," Trish grumbled.
Reaching the next door, Trish placed the key inside the hole and unlocked the door. Feeling the wall for a light switch she soon found one and turned it on. The room was incredibly dusty. Its walls covered in pictures of dogs playing poker while in the middle of the room against a wall stood a double bed dressed in green sheets the color of over ripe peas.
"Un huh," Trish said.
"The perfect picture of comfort and beauty," Darry grinned. "No wonder this place is so crowded."
At the same moment Darry and Trish realized that neither had remembered to ask for a room with 2 beds. They looked at each other knowing that it would be easy to return to the office and fix their mistake.
Suddenly Trish stepped inside the room. Darry, swallowing heavily, followed her, closing the door behind him.
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