Chapter 1

'We are the champions, my friend. And we'll keep on fighting till the end. Oh, we are the-' WHAK!

'Hey, Blondie. Stop singing that gay song and get dressed.'

I'm sitting in my 'shag' chair when I turn to see my step-brother leaving my room. I get up and get dressed in a hurry because I know that 'get dressed' means business and business means, me, getting out of the house. I walk down my hallway to my kitchen and see my step-brother talking to his girlfriend. I can't make out what they're saying, but it looks like they're about to get it on. So I grab the small, square package, the note beside it, and my backpack on the way out the door.

'Ugh!' I comment as I walk out, recalling, in my mind, what I just saw. I'm also revolted that my naïve step-brother would call Queen, one of the best bands of the world, gay.

'Ugh!' I find my skateboard on top of the pile we call a garage as I put the small package in my backpack and then I read the note my step-brother has authored.

Naomi, take this package to Fred's place. Make sure he gives you $250 for it. Don't say one word to him. Leave ASAP and bring me the money. – Cook

Freddie is one of Cooks habitual and conscientious customers. I deliver to him at least four times a month. The first time I delivered to him he gave me the same look everyone always gives me at first glance or rather first stares. That 'sent from above' look. Trust me, its not as flattering as it sounds. It's really annoying, actually.

I grab my lighter from my jeans front pocket and burn the note like cook told me to do, every time he gives me a delivery note. Since I have my lighter out, I decide, why not? I grab my pack of '75s and light one. As I inhale the heavy smoke and let it out slowly, I look around. My street is vacant except for the moving van down the way.

I look to the sky and start to think. It's beautiful out, today. Nice. I think to myself, how much better it'd be if I didn't live with Cook. How much happier and different I'd be, elsewhere. How much trouble I wouldn't be in.

I get on my board and as I ride down the street, I come to the moving van and realize it's at the house that was sold a few days ago. There's a girl with dyed, bright, red hair, trying to lift a dresser that not even two men can lift, alone. I want to help but decide against it, because I know Freddie is waiting. I've never been late and I'm not starting now 'cause who knows what that could lead to? I feel bad but oh well.

A/N: Leave me a review because I'm not sure if I will continue this or not. I've read tons of fiction on here and decided to write my own so tell me how I'm doing yea? I advise that you do not read if you have problems with adult themes because there will be some in later chapters. Smut will be around the corner also so…