Hi eh-re-body! (background voices: Hi Dr. Nick!) lol srry im hyper right now! Too many pixie sticks :p Well here's my latest fic! Hope you guys like it!

The Lost Faces of Louisiana

Nikolai's POV

As I watched my mother's coffin lower into the great depths on the ground my tears started to flow down my cheeks. I wiped them away, so that no one would see I was crying.

My name is Nikolai Isabella Russo, I'm 16 years old but don't mistake me for my age, I'm as much as a brat and trouble-maker as I was when I was 13 years old. I have an older brother named Jensen Giovanni Russo who's 18, he looks really serious and tough on the outside, but when you know him as long as I do he's a real sweetheart. And I also have a younger brother, Vincent Niccolo Russo, or as Jensen and I call him Vinnie. Vinnie is 5 years old and he is as much as a scoundrel as I ever was. As you can tell from our names and last name we are Italian, and are damn proud of it. We live in a quaint neighbor in Louisiana; it was a great life until everything started to fall apart.

My father died 5 years ago, just when Vinnie was born. He missed Vinnie's birth because he was working late, so he at least wanted to make it so that he could name his child. But something went terribly wrong and the train exploded on its way to the hospital. My mother told the nurse she wanted to sign the birth certificate when her husband arrives, we waited hours but he still never came. A day later we got a visit from my dad's fellow worker who. He explained what happened; my mother and I were in tears when we heard the news. Jensen stayed strong; if it wasn't for him I don't think my mother or I would've made it through the last five years.

So my mother decided to sign the birth certificate, and the baby's name was chosen by me and my brother. Jensen wanted to keep the Italian name thing going so he picked out the name Vincent, while I wanted a name as great and identical to mine, so I chose Niccolo. My brother and I argued to see whose name would be picked to be the baby's first name. My mother chose Vincent which left me disappointed, but she said that Niccole would be the baby's middle name, and so that was the beginning of little Vincent Niccolo Russo.

Today is the day I'm mourning the death of my mother. She died from a heart attack; she was stressed out as it is. Jensen told me that he had expected mom's death so it wasn't as big of a shocker to him as it was to Vinnie and I. But Vinnie really didn't understand what was going on; he began to cry only when he saw me crying, and that's when Jensen told me to stop sobbing so that Vinnie wouldn't worry.

We used the last bit of our money that our mother had in store, for a decent funeral for her. No one but me and my brothers attended. I was beginning to think my life has gone to an end. I have no parents, no money, and no job. How will my brothers and I survive? Jensen said if I behaved well, that Vinnie and I could stay with him, since he was considered an adult at the age of 18, but if I or even Vinnie were to 'cause any trouble to society, that we would be sent away. So I swore to keep from 'causing any serious trouble, and to keep a close eye on Vinnie.

Once the funeral was over Jensen drove Vinnie and I back home.

"I quit my job" Jensen said talking to me.

I was too stunned about my mother's death to react about what he just said. When we got into the house Jensen rushed into his room, I walked to my room and stared blankly at the portrait of me and my mother at the park when I was 8 years old. My eyes became watery and then the tears came flowing down my cheeks again. I pushed the picture down; I heard a knock on my door. It was Vinnie.

"Jensen said to pack your things, sissy" Vinnie said. 'Sissy' was a nick name Vinnie called me since he wasn't able to pronounce Nikolai clearly yet. 'Sissy' was just easier for him.

"What?" I said and then rushed over to Jensen's room. He was packing his belongings into his backpack.

"What was Vinnie talking about when he told me to pack my things?" I asked putting my hands on my hips.

"We're moving out" Jensen said not taking a second to look up.

"Somewhere around here, right?"

"Nope, somewhere like in Oklahoma"

My mouth hung open and my eyes felt like they were going to pop out. "What!"

"Get your things ready or Vinnie and I are leaving without you." Jensen said as he zipped up his backpack. He opened one of his drawers and took out a jar full of money.

"What's that?" I asked

"Some money I saved up from my job." He said stuffing the money into his back pocket of his jeans. He left his room and rushed over to Vinnie's room and started to pack his things.

"I am not moving Jensen Russo, and that's final!"

Jensen ignored me while he was packing Vinnie's bag. Then when he finished he rushed over to my room.

"Get out of my room!" I yelled after him.

"If you won't pack your things then I will." Jensen said grabbing my backpack and stuffing my clothes in.

"Stop it Jensen! We don't have to move! I want to stay here!" I yelled.

"We'll you can't always get what you want." Jensen said as he smushed all my clothes in my bag.

"This isn't fair!" I yelled again.

"WELL LIFE ISN'T FAIR!" Jensen yelled with all his might and stared at me with his now hallow brown eyes. Before my father died Jensen use to me lively and reckless, now he is empty and serious. I guess I pushed my big bro too far. I ran into the living room and pouted on the couch. After about 15 minutes of packing Jensen brought all the bags into the car.

"Let's go Vin-ster" Jensen said holding onto Vinnie's hand and leading him to the car. When Vinnie was all buckled up Jensen came back into the house and sat down next to me.

"Look, I'm sorry I yelled, but things aren't as easy as they were before. Now that mom died we have to move on, and I decided to move on to a new state. So can you please listen to me and respect my wishes." Jensen said as he put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I nodded my head and then walked towards the car. After Jensen made sure that everything was turned off he locked the door and jumped into his 1965 Red Mustang Convertible that he got for his 16th birthday from his boss.

When my father died, Jensen had to quiet school and immediately begin looking for a job. Most of the jobs Jensen favored didn't except 13 year olds as workers. But there was this job offering in a car dealing company. Jensen decided to take his chance and do an interview. The boss made a liking to Jensen right away, and gave Jensen the job, especially since our mother was not working for awhile because Vinnie was born; so Jensen really needed that job. So after 3 long hard working years Jensen's boss gave him a busted up old mustang. Jensen loved that car; he fixed it up and made it to the awesome-ist (A/N: My vocabulary here people...please bare with me.) car that it is today.

After a long 4 hours of driving, we finally made it to Oklahoma. Now the only problem was finding a place to stay. We drove for another 2 hours; than luckily we found a decent enough motel we could stay at for a few days until Jensen could find another job.

I hope you people liked it! Please review, but NO FLAMES!