I could really use some jack and shitty friendship awesomeness. Like maybe Jack is sad cause Bitty has an away game so Shitty visits for a slumber party or something?
**Just a slight warning for the consumption of weed brownies.**
Also, the way Shitty and Jack become friends is exactly how my best friend befriended someone.
Jack was listening to Bitty’s phone ring, planning on asking him to come spend the weekend when his eye caught a note on the calendar. It was an away game this week. That meant Bitty would not be coming, and Jack, after telling his own teammates he would have plans.
Before he could hang up, though, Bitty answered the phone. “Hi, honey!”
“Hey, Bits.” Jack tried to think of what else to say. “Are you still on the road?”
There were some giggles over the line. “No, we’re at the hotel. You forgot about the roadie, didn’t you?”
“Of course not!”
“Okay, I did forget and was calling to see if you wanted me to pick you up this weekend.”
“Next weekend, instead?”
Jack checked the calendar and breathed a sigh of relief. “That will be great, Bits. I look forward to it. Good luck at the game!”
Ending the call, Jack stood in his kitchen trying to figure out what to do next. He toyed with the idea of calling up Tater or Snowy, remembering they’d both said they had plans for the weekend.
Jack was about to settle for an early night of take-out and a documentary when there was banging on his door.
The banging stopped, and Jack just shrugged. He had just about made it to the living room when the banging started again. This time when there was a pause, he heard someone shouting. “Zimmermann! Let me in, man!”
Opening the door, Jack just stared in shock. “Shitty?”
“Last I checked, that’s who I was. Let me in?”
“Right. Yeah, sure. Come on in.” Jack stepped back and let Shitty inside, still trying to figure out what he was doing here. “Shitty, why are you here?”
Holding up a six pack of beer in one hand and a duffle in the other, Shitty strolled into Jack’s living room and collapsed on the couch. He waited for Jack to join him before answering his question. “You’re not the only one who forgot about the roadie this weekend.”
Jack let Shitty pull him onto the sofa and laughed. “How close were you to Samwell when Lardo reminded you?”
Shitty frowned and punched Jack in the arm. “Not that close.”
“Were you on campus?”
Pulling a beer from the pack, Shitty twisted the cap off and took a drink. “Fuck you, man.” Shitty elbowed Jack once with a smirk. “I came all the way over here because Bitty thought you needed company, and this is the reception I get?”
Jack grabbed a beer for himself and leaned back on the couch. “Bitty worries too much.”
“Nah, he just wants to see you happy and since I was already headed this direction, it made sense. And, anyway, we haven’t had any real bro bonding, in a long time.”
Taking a sip, Jack rested against Shitty. He was right, it had been a long time since it was just them. Shitty was one of those people everyone knew but was also selective about who his real friends were. Jack felt lucky to be one of those people. Shitty had taken one look at Jack when they both started on the team, come over and said, “we’re going to be best friends.”
Jack had just nodded at the pronouncement, thinking Shitty’s enthusiasm would fade. Instead, Shitty had proven him wrong and invited Jack to all sorts of things. He always made sure Jack was included and brought into conversations and had taken the time out to just hang out with Jack and get to know him one on one.
“What else did you bring for tonight?”
Shitty just waggled his eyebrows. “Lots of fun things.”
Jack nudged Shitty with his arm. “Any chance you brought some special brownies?” Jack had never been good at actually smoking weed, but if Shitty or Lardo made edibles, Jack found he could actually enjoy the high.
“Buy me dinner and you’ll find out.”
**Some Chinese food and a couple brownies later**
“We should build a fort.”
“Oh my god, bro, Jack, man, you are right! We need a fort. It’s essential.”
As they slid off the couch, they both started to giggle. Jack regained his composure first and began pulling the pillows and cushions off the sofa.
Shitty started construction while Jack went to get the blankets and pillows out of his room and the spares from the linen closet. When he brought them back, Shitty gave him a thumbs up and it wasn’t long before they had their pillow fort operational.
After they’d crawled inside, Jack asked. “Now what?”
Shitty laughed. “Now…we…watch a movie?”
“Okay. But what?”
Shitty patted Jack on the chest. “Leave it to me, Zimmermann. I will choose the best, most ‘swasome movie ever. Just you watch.”
Rolling on his side, Jack fixed his eyes on Shitty. “I’m watching.”
Shitty fished his laptop out and set it up in the fort. Feeling Jack’s eyes on him, he winked and pulled up a movie. Turning the screen so they could both see, Shitty hit play and waited.
“Oh my god! This is the best movie!”
Shitty preened. “King of movies.”
Jack giggled some more. They were both quiet as they watched until a certain scene began and Jack asked: “What do you think Bitty would do if I dressed up as Dread Pirate Roberts?”
Looking up from where he was resting on Jack’s shoulder, Shitty beamed. “Other than faint?”
Jack frowned. “Do you really think he’d faint?”
“Nah, man, I’m just messing with you. Bittle would love it.”
“He would. He could be my Buttercup. He’s pretty like her. Prettier actually. He’d like the ‘as you wish’ and we could find someplace private and-”
Shitty covered Jack’s mouth with his hand. “Bro, no more. Please. Lardo would be a kickass Wesley though.” Shitty’s mind started to drift until Jack licked his hand. “Really, Zimmermann? Licking me? What are you? 12?”
Jack shrugged. When he spoke again, he pitched his voice low, trying to be serious. “I’ll have you know, Mr. Soon to be a lawyer, that I am an adult.”
“I like that. I think I’ll change my name. No more, Shitty Knight. Instead, I’m, Shitty Soon-to-be-a-lawyer. And once I pass the bar, I’ll be, Shitty Fuck-Yeah-I’m-a-Lawyer.”
“You should find a way to shorten it. I’m not saying that mouthful.”
Shitty rolled over and held a hand to his heart dramatically. “You wound me, Jack. My best friend in this whole world! Won’t even say my new name!”
Jack rolled his eyes and then rolled over onto Shitty. “Quiet, this is the best part.”
As they continued watching the movie, there were multiple moments when they declared a scene the, “best part”. And by the time the credits were rolling, both Jack and Shitty were fast asleep in their fort.