Where Have I Been?
Disclaimer: I do not own Dean or Sam. Tyler, Shannon, Jack, and Ryan are mine however. Kay, thanks bye.
Chapter One
August 10, also known to some as my birthday. And today, I'm 18. I think some people believe it's an important age, but I just don't see what the big deal is. I already have my license and thanks to my awesome dedication to my school work I get to stay for another year. I should have graduated last year but I kind of failed my math and English final and I have to repeat my Senior year. I spent my summer in the school, only to find out that I still wouldn't be able to graduate because I didn't have enough credit. Even after going to summer school I was still short by like 6 credit, I have no idea how that happened. So, now I get to go back, be a Senior again, and graduate when I should have graduated last year. Whatever, what's one more year, right? Now if I can just stay out of trouble this year I'll be walking in graduation, not just getting my diploma.
My dad isn't around, he never has been. My mom doesn't talk about him much, but when I ask about him she tells me whatever I want to know. I don't ask much because I know she doesn't really want to talk about it. I know that we're alike because my mom always tells me that when I do something that he might have done. I also know his last name. My mom told me that she gave me his last because it was one of two things of his that she could give me. The other is a necklace with some pendent on it. Well, it's not so much a necklace as it is a pendent on a string. The pendent is some kind of Celtic symbol that means protection or something, my mom says. I don't know what it's supposed to protect me from but I always have it on. It was my dads and he gave it to my mom, who gave it to me. Even though I don't know him I'm still attached to it and I would freak if it ever went missing.
"Tyler! Time to get up!" You'd think I'd be allowed to sleep lat on my birthday, not that I wasn't already up. "Tyler Marie! Let's go!"
"Coming mom!" In a few minutes. Hey I'm reading a book, I'm almost done with this chapter. I'll go down after that.
"Now Tyler, before breakfast gets cold!"
"Okay!" Or not.
As I came down the stairs, on the couch in the living room I saw a square package wrapped in blue paper. When I go to the bottom of the stairs my mom was leaning in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Happy Birthday sweetheart." She straightened up, smiling at me. "Come on, I made your favorite," she turned to walk into the kitchen. "Waffles, home fries, corned beef hash, and bacon."
"Mom," I followed her into the kitchen taking my usual seat at the one end of the table. "I think you made a little too much food. I'm not a pig or anything."
"I just wanted to make you something special for your birthday."
"Alright, alright." My mom walked over and put a plate of food in front of me before going to sit down in her seat across from me with a plate for her self.
"So, what are you plans for today?"
"I don't know, I'll probably hang out with Jack or Ryan. There's a classic car show in the center of town today, so we'll probably check that out."
"You do know for an 18 year-old girl, but you sure don't act like it."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, most girls your age, especially now, are more interested in going to that mall or how they look or who has the cutest butt in school." My mom explained in her, still surprisingly thick, Irish accent.
"So, you're saying I don't care what I look like?""Not as much as many other girls. Which isn't bad really, it means your not so vain." She smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back at her.
"You know mom, you used to love those old American muscle cars. How are you honestly surprised that I like them too, when I grew up with a '67 Pontiac Firebird in my driveway?"
"I'm just saying Ty, a lot of young kids your age, especially girls, lost interest in those old cars."
"Well," I got up with my plate, placing it in the sink. "I love 'em. In fact I'm almost done with workin' on my car. Pretty soon I can have it in one of these car shows."
"That's another thing. What girl do you know that can completely restore a classic car, alone, and to it's former glory?"
"I'm the only one that I know of. I wonder why? Do you think it's because I'm so awesome? I think it's because I'm so awesome."
"See there it is again."
"There what is again?" I leaned back against the counter.
"You father would definitely say something like that."
"Oh yeah?" I walked back to the table, taking my seat again.
"He also loved the muscle cars. Hell he was in love with his car. I'm sure he would have married it if it was legal. Always fixed it himself too, never trusted anyone to do except maybe for his dad. I'll bet that he still has it." My mom trail off, picturing the car I'm sure.
"What did he drive?" I couldn't help asking.
"You'll love this, he had, or has, a black 1967 Chevy Impala. God I loved that car."
"An Impala? Nice choice."
"His father gave it to him on his 16th birthday, I believe. You know, your dad would be very proud of you."
"Proud of me? Why?"
"Well, one your choice of car. And two, you're fixing it on your own."
"Mom," I looked up at her smiling a little. "Did you know that you're blushing?"
She stood quickly and went over to the sink, like that would change the fact that I saw or something. "Tyler, why don't you call Jack or Ryan or someone. See if they're up yet."
"Are you trying to get rid of me?"
She took a deep breath to calm herself, I suppose, and slowly turned to face me. "Of course not, it's just such a beautiful day and you've finished eating so why not-"
"HEY WINCHESTER! You awake in there?" You know, I never knew what timing my friends had. Jack must have been walking by and saw that the inside door was open. My mom had closed the screen door to keep out bugs, I guess Jack decided to yell into my house.
"Yeah, in the kitchen Jack!" I turned to my mom. "Well, I guess Jack's awake."
"Yeah, I guess so."
TBC
A/N: So, yeah that's the first chapter, and I just finished typing it up and was going to type up another one, but it's like 1am and I actually want to go to sleep before 3 tonight. So here's this first chapter, and I'll have the second and third up tomorrow if I'm home. It's my mom's birthday and I think she wants to go to Philly for cheese steaks. We'll see.
Read and Review please. I just ask that if you don't like it then please don't post anything. But if you think I should add something or you're wondering about something please let me know.
Thanks! J
~ Jenna~