I've just woken up at 2 AM after having eight hours sleep. I got some reviews for this thing so I figured it would be downright rude for me not to update. I'm kind of making it up as I go along so hang on in there with me! Thanks for the reviews. My apologies for the briefness of the last chapter - I didn't plan on continuing it. I write for my own personal benefit but now I guess I can try to write some more. I'm reading http/ - read it, it's amazing. I just read the comments though, eek. My writings's like 100x worse than that.
I haven't said my writings good, characters won't likely be "in character" and I've made a lot of things up. No reason to critisize me now, huh? No, I'm only kidding. Flame me if you may. Gah... I'll actually write something first.
Chapter two - Finding hope in something hopelessBrian shifted slightly as his line of vision raised to meet hers. A shallow breath was taken before he began to talk. "Why did you come here? I understand that you wanted to make sure I wasn't dead," A pause was taken, almost as though he was talking to himself. "Rome told you I wasn't dead so that idea goes out of the window,"
"Well, I did want to make sure that you were holding up." Erin confirmed with a slight smile, "That and I haven't seen you for a while anyway. How have things been?"
A look was sent from him which could easily have been read as 'are you insane?' The question didn't really need an answer. She picked up on that and changed the subject - if only slighty.
"Are you going to tell me what happened to you? I drag my ass all the way over here to see you and you can't even give me some sort of an explanation?" A pout was faked and her arms folded close to her chest.
He couldn't help but laugh at both her choice of words and the actions. "Did you just say 'ass', Erin? That's something I'd never expect to come out of your mouth."
"Quit changing the subject, asshole. Tell me, please?"
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Ring, Ring.
Brian held the pillow firmly over his
head. Why would somebody be calling at 4 AM? Ring, Ring,
"Alright," he groaned in defeat whilst reaching
over for his cell. Click. "Hello?" -"Hello,
is this Brian O'connor?"- "Yeah, who's
this?" -"That's not important. You have some money
from Dominic Toretto?"- That name... it caused him to
bolt upright in bed. "Dom?" -"Look, we
need the money. Have it ready by noon. We'll come to
you."- Click. The other end was hung up. Son of a
bitch. After a few minutes of lying in silence, Brian began to
worry. What money did they want? He hadn't spoken to Toretto since,
well... since. Ever lesser so did he have money from him. The guy on
the phone had been brief. How much money? Maybe if it had been
clearer, the money could have been gathered together. Why the hell
would Dom give them his name? Shit. Who the hell were
these people?
The vibrations on
the bedside cupboard mixed with the Miami Vice ringtone didn't make
for a nice combination.
"No."
Brian said with a shrug. "You gonna help me with these bandages?
I could do with a shower too."
Erin sighed, he was
going to tell her. He was going to tell her everything, to every last
detail. Just not tonight.