Re-Done
I looked into the rear view mirror and saw Soda still standing there, staring at my car as it zoomed more like a fast jog into the distance. Soda is incredibly sexy, I mean DAMN. I really hope my brothers approve of him.
Then again, I am 16 I can make up my own mind. I also have one more
advantage: they haven't seen me in… what is it again, oh yea, five years. They probably don't even remember that I'm comin home today. Not like I care that much anyway. That's how it is in my family…no one gives two shits about anyone eles, unless they ask for the
attention, which sometimes isn't a good thing.
I pulled onto my street. God please let this be my
street, pretty please?
" Time to get into the vibe." I said out loud and turned the radio way up. One of my favorite artists was on: Elvis.
"Yep this is definatly it." I said to my self smiling silently. Home sweet home, where the greasers roam. I looked to the porch, quite a few greases were lounging outside our house smokin and drinkin. Guess Tim really has them in shape, 19 years old and he's already a damn God.
I checked my mirror, and decided it was time to put some make-up on. On went the: lip gloss, tinted foundation the made my skin shimmer, a little eye liner on the outter corner of my eye, artistic eye shadow, and blush. Now, I'm was ready to face my brothers and sister. I opened the door to the car and proceded to walk across the street.
' Good no ones noticed me yet.' I was still wearin my favorite outfit, I may look a little bit like a whore but as I say ' Ya only live life once might as well make the best of it'. I started walking on the side walk cursing my heels for makin so much damn noise. I looked at the mail-box, the 'S' was still missin from our last name. I chuckled at the thought of the childhood memory.
" Hey baby, you looking for some fun tonight?" A guy with heavily greased hair asked as I walked up the stairs. He was pretty good lookin, rusty colored hair and sideburns with a goofy smile.
"Maybe another time baby, right now I'm lookin fer Tim Shepard" I said in smiling.
" Awww ya mean you didn't come here to see little old me?" He pretended to be hurt. This guy was pretty funny. To bad funny aint my type.
" Sorry hun, but like I said I'm lookin fer Shepard, I need ta see him its big news." I thought of what I said and relized what it sounded like. How is it that shit always sounds good in my head but comes out all fucked up?
" Oh, you and Shep...?" He asked a smile plasetared across his face, while he wiggled his eyebrows.
" NO." I said angrily. " I just gotta see him. If you don't move your dumbass I'll kick it outta the way" Now I was angry. This guy was twistin every damn thing I said.
" Ok baby, Ok just chill out now, don't get your cute lil' undies in a bundle." He gave me another quick smile, then out of know where, gave me a little peck on the cheak.
" Welcome to the neiborhood." The guy said befor sitting down and talking with some of the other greasers.
"You dig okay." I said lightly brushing him as I walked past. I turned back to see a enormus smile on his face. It's a wonder his face don't split in two.
I looked around the house, allowing the door to slam behind me. The house looked basically how I left it: Shitty. I continued into the living room, Curly was sitting there starin at the T.V.
" Hey Curly" I gave a smile.
" Who the fuck are you?" He looked kinda pissed that I didn't tell him. " Ya know baby if you wanna, you can come sit by me. I don't bite, unless ya want me to." He wiggled his eye brows at me. How did my own fuckin brother not know who I am. I know I don't really look like them but, come on.
" Were the fuck is Tim ya lil' shit?" Ha that should teach him a lesson. Sure we may be twins, but this shit just anit gonna fly wit me. He got off the couch.
" What'd ya say whore" He looked so much like Tim, it was scary.
" I said where is your brother you little shit… did I stutter or was I talkin to fast for ya?" I said in a slow voice, God I was lovin this.
" I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never ferget." He had a dangerous glint in his eyes and I knew what he was thinking. That pissed me off that he would even say something like that to a girl. So I slapped him. He looked shocked then it quickly turned to hate.
" Don't you ever, and I mean ever, talk to ya sister like that again. Now, I suggest you remove your hands quickly if ya don't want me to rip your balls off n' stuff them up ya ass." I wanted to prove just how dangerous I could be, so I said it slowly, quietly, and menacingly.
" Lena?" Curly questioned lookin into my eyes for the first time since I arrived.
" Hey baby, hows life been treatin ya? You do know for the past Five years I was rottin in a jail cell. Five fuckin years n' you couldn't find time to call your sister? I said quietly again. " Do people around here even remember me or do they think it's just you three?" Curly looked down to the ground and became quickly fasinated with his shoes and began to mumble.
" No you look at me when yours speakin to me" I pulled his chin up angrily.
" I'm sorry baby. Things have been tough since you left, ya know? Tim n' me are in n' outta jail, Angel's getting herself jumped every other damn day, the gangs tried to take ova twice. Tim just got outta jail a couple days ago for boostin' a car. Things aint been good without ya and yea, people know bout you... Tim never lets them ferget." He looked me strait in the eyes and smiled, a thing a tough hood such as himself hardly ever does. I smiled back.
" Don't worry bout it baby…all's forgivin and forgotten... for now Wheres Angel?" I asked. Haven't seen her in 5 years I think I deserve to talk to her. Me and her was always close, I think it was roughest on her when I left, cause me and her was the only girls in the gang. I was basically her support, I don't know if she could every forgive me.
" At the dingo wit some of her friends. I got a killer hang over that's why I'm here." As if to show me where his hangover was he put his hand on his head. Does he think I'm stupid or somthing?
" Where's Tim? Gotta talk ta him. Hey curly you go to school right?" I was walkin up the stairs and I yelled the question down ta him.
" When I feel like it. Why?" He had a weird expression on his face that told me he hardly went. Unlike most greaser girls, I valued education.
" Cause we gonna start goin. We aint gonna live in this shit hole forever." I replied makin it to the top of the stairs. I heard Curly laugh from the living room. He thought I was fuckin around? Whatever I'll talk to him later.
I looked at Tim's door. It was shut. That use to mean gang stuff was goin down. I decided ta take my chance and knock. Although he never said it, everyone knew I was his favorite. Why? Don't ask me. A couple minutes later there was a reply, it was obvious he had been sleeping.
"Who the fuck is it?" Tim's muffled voice came. Good ol' Tim.
" Lena." I smiled. There was a pause then I heard someone fuckin run to the door and it quickly opened. There stood my brother. Gorgeous Tim Shepard stood before me. His black hair was a mess he didn't have a shirt on so you could she his muscular torso. And no, I do not have the hots for my brother he just looks good ya know. He looked down at me and smiled, another real smile. That's two today. Whats this? Be a softie day?
" Hey baby, you sure have…matured." He was smirkin at me. That's how us Shepard's are. If ya look good we gonna tell ya, if you don't we gonna tell ya. What can I say? We're a bunch of honest people.
" You aint lookin to bad yaself Timmy." I was the only person that was able to call him 'Timmy' and not get punched in the jaw, kinda touching in a weird, twisted way.
"You look nothing like you use ta." He smirked and pinched my waist, " Your so skinny. Angels gonna be jelous. Sorry babe but ya know I gotta do this. Show me the cat walk." His eyes were blazing.
My god im gonna kill him. When I was six years old, I told him I wanted ta be a model. BIG ASS MISTAKE. After that he made me do the cat walk for him and sometimes if he felt like showin me off, he'd make me do it in front of his friends. I swung my hips a little when I walked and when I turned I blew him a kiss. My hair swung perfectly around my head.
" Damn I got me a hot sister! Let's go show ya off down at the Dingo. That's if your up for it?" He was staring intensly at me. It's not like it would have mattered if I said no, he'd drag me there anyway.
" Were havin a party for ya tonight." I knew it!, "Think of it as a 'welcome home'." He smiled another genuine smile then did something he hadn't done in years, and I mean even before I went to juvie. He hugged me. Not a long hug but long enough to whisper;
" I'm glad your back" into my ear. He walked in to the bathroom yellin' he would be out in bout 20 minutes, but it didn't matter, my brother just showed me affection. No one was around to see it, and there was no proof, but that will always be imprinted in my mind. No one will ever be able to take away the happiness my heart felt. No one. But I couldnt tell know one, cause guess what… I'm a Shepard.
