Red

A/N: ok one, this is my first story, two, I don't own little red riding hood and all that fun stuff I've read on other peoples stories, three Red is like 21 and Grams is an ex-hippie.. I have no idea where this story is going (if anywhere) so if you wanna help me out that'd be awesome of you. If not oh well thanks for reading anyway.

Red walked down the street, her bubble gum pop blasting from her headphones and her red skirt hugging her hips and her black crop jacket pulled up. She popped the bubble and stopped at the crosswalk. Her sneakers tapped the concrete as she waited for the light to turn green. Nobodies there what's the point of being here? Her inner voice whined, Grams will only try to make you cook again. She opened her purse to find the cookies she hoped would be up to par. The damn light finally turned green and Red crossed casually. She walked through the "woods" until reaching Traps Blues Bar. She laughed at the name Grams had given it. Everyone called Miss Traps Grams; she refused to let anyone call her different. Grams was a short woman who was thin as wire, but she knew how to tell a story.

Red snuck through the gate into the back of the bar, it wouldn't open for a few hours but her band needed to practice. But they weren't going to meet for another hour at least. Grams was talking to a figure in hushed tones, Red was curious, Grams was rarely quiet. She put her purse down loudly so she wouldn't look like she was sneaking around.

"Red, goodness me, just who I needed to see," Grams turned, her grey hair spun into a clip. She wore a long bright dress with slits up the sides with baggy pants underneath. "What are you wearing? Come on back to the closet with you, I won't talk to you like that." Grams winked and Red turned to the closet of old hippie clothes that somehow fit.

"Grams are you always going to make me change?" She laughed and pulled out a long pair of green pants with a white tube top, Grams laughed as Red stuck a pose. The little woman was the closest thing to family Red had ever had, she found comfort in the musky bar when her life had been so messed up. But Grams had shown tough love and snapped Red into shape.

"I remember when I met you, you wouldn't even let me fix-up your cuts." Grams shook her head, Red had grown up since then. She had met Red when she was a bass ass 14 year old with an attitude of a queen, Red laughed remembering their first meeting..

~flashback~

"How old are you girly? You shouldn't be out here alone." A graying woman asked the brown haired, green eyed terror that had just walked in. She had to look up to look the girl in the eyes, but her gaze was steely.

"What the hell does it matter to you? I just want something to drink, and I'll go where ever the hell I damn well please alone or not." The girl spit the words. But the older woman didn't back down.

"I don't give out drinks to under-aged punks sweetie, and those clothes are awful. I have.."

"Listen you little hag, I'll dress however I want and if you wanna give me shi…" the old woman grabbed the girl by the ear. She screamed in shock and pain.

"You don't curse in my bar, got that?" she was walking toward the back with the girl behind her, shoving her into a chair. Grams bent down to look into the girls angry eyes.

"I don't know who you are, or who you think you are, and I don't care. But you're going to give me respect and clean up that act of yours before it gets you into more trouble than you can imagine. Got it?" The girl only nodded looking at the floor." Ok then, I'm Grams, that's what you're going to call me. I have a room upstairs.. But I'm going to need to know your name kiddo." The old woman's voice became gentile, making the rough girl look up into the no longer steely eyes.

"Red. My name is Red"

~end~

"Hey kiddo, somebody wants to see you." Grams smiled and whispered to Red, bringing her back to the bar. Red looked around, who she didn't keep in touch with many people from when she was younger. She didn't think she had family… a light bulb clicked..

"Grams… You don't mean.." A man with dusty brown hair stepped out of a booth. His blue eyes sparkled with laughter. "Wolf!" Red cried and ran over to the boy, he was the first person she met when she was at school. She didn't think she would see him again. She nearly tackled him into a hug.

"Hey there," he smiled and pulled her into a hug. His long hair tickled her nose, tears blurred her eyes. "You're not gonna start crying are you? You know I can't stand tears, 'specially yours." Wolf wiped the traitor tear away and kissed her on the cheek. Red blushed as Grams laughed from behind the bar counter. She kept holding him, like he was a life line. He held her smaller figure close, smiling warmly. Red looked up at him, eyes shining with happiness.

"Why don't you two go on a date?" Grams asked bluntly. Wolf laughed as Red blushed even more. Red was about to say what an awful plan it was before Wolf cut in.

"Good idea Grams, but it could be a catch-up session too, that ok Red?" Wolf smiled down at the woman he still held. Red nodded and left Grams to tell the band where she was.

"This should be good." Grams muttered the second they were out the door," I foresee love."

OK! My first chapter is done! Tell me what you thought please! That's all for now!

~Angel