A.N.: I don't own anyone in this story, except Lenore. There'll
eventually be bits of Ninja Turtles and Neon Rider in here as well. I hope
y'all like this. Plz R & R! Thanx! Enjoy!
"Hi Mom," Randy said coming in the front door, with his brother's behind him. "Can I go to the park?"
"If Brad goes with you," Jill, his Mom, replied.
"Aww. Mom!" Randy groaned.
"Randy," Jill said. "Either Brad goes, or you don't go at all."
"I'll go Mom!" Brad piped up, knowing his brother wanted to meet up with his girlfriend. "We'll be back for supper!"
"Can I go Mommy?" Mark asked. "Please?"
Before the two older boys could get out the door, Jill called after them.
"And take Mark with you!"
"Aww. Mom!" Both boys groaned.
"And keep an eye on his Brad!"
"Fine Mom!" Brad called with annoyance in his voice. "C'mon, Mark."
At nine, Brad was the oldest of the three boys, and usually got stuck looking after them. He had scruffy blond hair, blue eyes, and freckles across his face. Mark, the baby of the family, had just recently turned five. He had light blondish brown hair, and blue eyes. Then there was Randy, the middle guy. He was seven, with mischievous blue eyes, and light sandy brown hair. He was the only one of the three to have an actual girlfriend.
The three reached the park, only to be met by a little girl, who immediately embraced Randy.
"Hey!" She grinned.
At seven-years-old, Lenore was only a few months older than Randy; five months to be exact. She may've been older, but she was an inch and a half shorter than him, which didn't seem to bother her at all. She had shoulder length brown hair, and inquisitive green eyes.
"You been staying outta trouble?" Brad asked hugging her.
Though he'd never admit it to his mother, Lenore was like the little sister he never had, and he cared deeply for her, wanting no harm to come her way, but it always seemed to do so anyway.
"Um.maybe." Lenore trailed off sheepishly. "For the moment, anyway."
Brad shook his head at her. "Whatcha do this time Runt?"
"I might've swiped a couple candy bars," she admitted.
"Lenore, you promised me you wouldn't!" Brads exclaimed. "You swore on everything you'd ask someone for a couple bucks to buy what you needed."
"Hey! You try living on the street then tell me what to do!" Lenore snapped. "Besides, who'd give money to me anyway? I'm nothing but a homeless orphan no one cares about or wants."
"Lenore, don't say that," Randy said, then adds quietly, "I'd give you money."
"Me too!" Mark piped up.
"Okay, whose idea was it to bring the pipsqueak?" Lenore demanded.
"Mom," Brad replied. "Said we had to, or we couldn't come."
"Damn!" Lenore groaned.
Brad shot her a Look, which made her glare back.
She glared at Brad for a bit, then smiled at him innocently, grabbed Randy's hand, and dragged him off to the jungle gym.
A.N.: Well, hope y'all liked it. G2g. Adios! Plz R & R! Thanx a bunch! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!
"Hi Mom," Randy said coming in the front door, with his brother's behind him. "Can I go to the park?"
"If Brad goes with you," Jill, his Mom, replied.
"Aww. Mom!" Randy groaned.
"Randy," Jill said. "Either Brad goes, or you don't go at all."
"I'll go Mom!" Brad piped up, knowing his brother wanted to meet up with his girlfriend. "We'll be back for supper!"
"Can I go Mommy?" Mark asked. "Please?"
Before the two older boys could get out the door, Jill called after them.
"And take Mark with you!"
"Aww. Mom!" Both boys groaned.
"And keep an eye on his Brad!"
"Fine Mom!" Brad called with annoyance in his voice. "C'mon, Mark."
At nine, Brad was the oldest of the three boys, and usually got stuck looking after them. He had scruffy blond hair, blue eyes, and freckles across his face. Mark, the baby of the family, had just recently turned five. He had light blondish brown hair, and blue eyes. Then there was Randy, the middle guy. He was seven, with mischievous blue eyes, and light sandy brown hair. He was the only one of the three to have an actual girlfriend.
The three reached the park, only to be met by a little girl, who immediately embraced Randy.
"Hey!" She grinned.
At seven-years-old, Lenore was only a few months older than Randy; five months to be exact. She may've been older, but she was an inch and a half shorter than him, which didn't seem to bother her at all. She had shoulder length brown hair, and inquisitive green eyes.
"You been staying outta trouble?" Brad asked hugging her.
Though he'd never admit it to his mother, Lenore was like the little sister he never had, and he cared deeply for her, wanting no harm to come her way, but it always seemed to do so anyway.
"Um.maybe." Lenore trailed off sheepishly. "For the moment, anyway."
Brad shook his head at her. "Whatcha do this time Runt?"
"I might've swiped a couple candy bars," she admitted.
"Lenore, you promised me you wouldn't!" Brads exclaimed. "You swore on everything you'd ask someone for a couple bucks to buy what you needed."
"Hey! You try living on the street then tell me what to do!" Lenore snapped. "Besides, who'd give money to me anyway? I'm nothing but a homeless orphan no one cares about or wants."
"Lenore, don't say that," Randy said, then adds quietly, "I'd give you money."
"Me too!" Mark piped up.
"Okay, whose idea was it to bring the pipsqueak?" Lenore demanded.
"Mom," Brad replied. "Said we had to, or we couldn't come."
"Damn!" Lenore groaned.
Brad shot her a Look, which made her glare back.
She glared at Brad for a bit, then smiled at him innocently, grabbed Randy's hand, and dragged him off to the jungle gym.
A.N.: Well, hope y'all liked it. G2g. Adios! Plz R & R! Thanx a bunch! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!