Title: Dickie's Story
Summary: Liv and El live together as friends. Kathy kicks Dickie out. She is engaged to some guy. Dickie has a big secret. Elliot is dating Kathy's fiancé's sister. What could go wrong? CONTAINES INCEST! EO.
Paring: EO, Dickie/ Lizzie
Disclaimer: Not mine. Whyyyyyy???
Authors Note: All right, this contains incest. If this offends you, just click the back arrow. This might be really bad because I wrote this a while ago. THE TWINS ARE 13 IN THIS STORY. Dickie's POV.
After what seems like forever, I am back at writing SVU. Hope you enjoy!
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"That's it Dickie! You are living with your father! I can't take this anymore!" My mother yelled at me one Monday afternoon.
"Fine!" I yelled back at her. I pulled my cell phone from my pants pocket and called Olivia's home phone number. Her and my father were living together as roommates, not as a couple... according to them. Yeah right. Nah, I knew that they weren't together (yet). If so, my sisters and me would be the first ones that they told.
Dad picked up the phone. "Dad, mom kicked me out. Can I come live with you? Please?" I begged.
"Sure, bud. I'll be over in ten minutes to pick you up. I'll have the guys come over tomorrow so that we can move your stuff," dad said to me.
"Alright! Thanks dad!" I exclaimed before hanging up.
"I'm taking your sister to her friends house. Rick will watch you until your father gets here," my mother spat at me. Oh yeah. Rick, my mom's boyfriend. Well, now fiancé. I hate him. He doesn't support me in anything that I do, so that means that my mother doesn't either. He doesn't support Lizzie in anything either. Maureen and Kathleen were out of the house at collage, so luckily they didn't have to put up with him.
I want upstairs and packed a duffel bag to bring to my dad's house. Inside, I put some clothes, my iPod, cell phone, chargers, and things like that. I put my music folder in my bag also and stuck a pick in my pocket. I then grabbed the acoustic guitar. I left the electric for Lizzie to use. Oh yeah, I'm also in a band, Rock Squared. There is Lizzie, Zack, Allison, Kris, and me. Lizzie and I both play the guitar and sing, although my mom doesn't want me to. She thinks that singing is for girls only. Lizzie also plays the piano. Zack plays the drums. Allison plays the bass and the piano. Kris also plays the guitar. Steve, Zack's dad, is our technical producer and our manager, although he lets us make most of the decisions.
I finished packing my stuff, and walked back downstairs. I grabbed some lyrics that I was writing the other day out of my backpack and shoved them in my pocket. I put my backpack in the closet. It was spring break, so I didn't need any of my stuff. I made sure that I had everything and walked into the garage where I saw Rick. He was working on his car at the moment.
Luckily, at that same moment, my father drove up, so I didn't need to talk to him any more that I needed to. I got up out of the chair that I was sitting in and walked down the driveway, not saying a word to Rick.
"Bye Dick," he said to me.
"It's DICKIE!" I yelled at him for the millionth time. I have no idea how many times I have told him that. I had lost track after twenty-seven.
I opened the door to my dads' car and got in. "Hey dad," I said, instantly getting happier as I saw him.
"Hey buddy," he replied to me. "Your mom kick you out?"
"Yeah," I said, putting my seatbelt on. "She doesn't support me in anything that I do. Her fiancé is her whole life. It seems like she doesn't even care about me or Lizzie anymore." I explained to him.
"I'm sorry. Well, lets go," he started the car back up and drove off. "I see that you brought your guitar with you."
"Yup," I replied. "Can't go anywhere without that. Plus, we got an audition for a gig this week. Or the next. I'm not exactly sure when." Actually, it was my dad's idea that I start the band. So I talked with Lizzie, and she said that it was a great idea. Thus, the creation of Rock Squared.
"I was telling Liv about your band the other week. She said that she wants to hear you guys play something sometime. So maybe you can play a little for her later tonight," dad said.
"Sure," I replied. I've always liked Olivia. She was like a second mom to me. Well actually, right now, she was more of a mom to me than Kathy was. When mom never went to any of Lizzie and my soccer games this past year, Olivia was at every single one of them. "So, how's work going?"
"Okay, I guess," dad replied to me.
"Same old, same old?" I asked him.
"Yup… alright. Were here now." We got out of the car and walked up to Olivia and Dad's apartment.
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