Okay so...I REEEEAAAALLLY had this idea stuck in my head. SO YEAH. Ch.2 is out. Ahahaha. Still at a brain fart for my other story. Sorry once again.
Mmmmmmmk. Well hopefully this won't suck as hard. ): Cause I didn't really proofread it. So watch out for bad grammar and mistakes!
Earlier:
With a high pitched squeal, Carlos thanked Kelly and hurriedly left the store, a light blush on his face. It seemed as if he had a light crush on the dark skinned beauty. Forgetting to look at both sides of the street, a black limo appeared out of nowhere and screeched to a halt as Carlos nearly got hit at the stop sign. Carlos fell from his bike, but got back up. Rather than being startled, he was pissed off.
"Stupid car! Watch where you're going!" with that said, Carlos kicked the front of the car and scurried away on his bike back to his house. Not knowing that this limo would be the beginning of greater problems.
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On his way back, he took a couple detours and arrived safely towards his destination. Getting up the patio, the door automatically swung open and a scantily dressed Andres came out and hugged his waist.
"Hey…did you miss me?" Carlos asked and stroked his youngest brother's hair.
"Mhmmm…." Andres mumbled, while Carlos felt his head moving up and down against his chest. He enjoyed the warmth of his baby brother defrosting his numb limbs.
"Well go inside now, okay? It's freezing out here, and you're wearing nothing but your pajamas!" Carlos pushed Andres inside and just left his bike out in the open on their front yard. It wasn't like anybody was going to steal it, really.
"Finally you're back. I'm hungry." Antonio said aloud from the dinner table.
"Yeah, I know. You're always hungry. What do you guys want?" Carlos asked removing his thick jacket and placed it on the counter.
"What we usually have?"
"Alright genius." The helmeted boy drawled out. "That'll be two scrambled and two sunny si-" before even finishing his sentence Carlos opened the egg carton to find several cracked eggs. "What in the…" but then he remembered the sudden occurrence when he was knocked aside. "Shit."
"Carlos!" Surprised at his brother's change of language, Antonio gave him a stern glare because Javi and Andres were present.
"S-sorry." Carlos turned his back on them and closed the egg case and set it aside.
"Bro, is everything alright?" Antonio questioned and started getting up from his seat until his brother twisted around.
"Yeah! Actually, Kelly made us some sandwich's!" A sigh of relief left his lips as he almost forgot. "Here we go." He walked to the table and sat in his designated seat and took out four plastic wrapped items and placed one in front of each brother.
Antonio continued to stare at his brother, and then shook it off once given his share. Unwrapping the plastic, Antonio placed the sandwich in his mouth and his taste buds soared. "OH MFF GWAD. CWAWLOS YOU SHWULD TWY IT."
"Speak when you're mouth isn't full. That's disgusting." Carlos stared at Antonio and gave him a disturbed face. Antonio swallowed and looked away from embarrassment and watched the two youngest enjoying their shares.
Carlos rolled his eyes at how his brother acted, but once he took a bite out of his, he finally understood. "OH MF GWAD UWR WIGHT." Antonio turned back and grinned at his brother.
"You should really speak when you're mouth isn't full. That's disgusting." Antonio said mockingly, just to rub it in Carlos' face. Humiliated Carlos punched his brother in the arm and took another bite until he heard the doorbell ring.
"Hmmm?" Getting up, Carlos headed to the door, and gave a quick peek out of the side window, because he wasn't tall enough to reach the peep hole.
Surely enough, a black limousine was parked in front. "Oh no."
"Who is it?" Antonio walked in from behind.
"No one!" Carlos spread his arms blocking the door with his back against it. He looked completely vulnerable, and very suspicious.
"Carlos!" Antonio stared wide-eyed as he saw the black limousine outside the window, "WHAT DID YOU DO!"
Another ring from the doorbell came, "OKAY, I KICKED THEIR CAR. BUT I SWEAR I DIDN'T LEAVE A SCRATCH!" Carlos started to panic.
"Damnit!" the second eldest brother yelled. Both panicking when the rings turned to knocking. "J-just open it." Antonio said in defeat.
Slowly, Carlos unlocked the door and opened it to a black man who towered over his small structure. Shrinking from fright, he grasped Antonio and hugged the life out of him until he heard a woman's voice.
"That would be good for now, Freight Train, thank you." Then from the back of the tall man, a beautiful middle aged woman walked in abruptly and sat in their living room couch. She just waltzed in uninvited.
"Boys sit." The woman waved her hand to make the two come over to the living room, which they did. It's either this strange woman, or 'Freight Train', which one would you pick?
They sat across this unnamed person on a one person chair, but big enough to fit all four of the boys. Javi and Andres taking up a handle, with Carlos and Antonio seated in the middle, all the while the woman took up the whole couch by herself, rude.
"So, you're Sylvia's kids I presume." The woman folded her legs and placed both her hands on her knee, emitting a sign of authority.
"Y-yeah…." Carlos spoke out wearily, "but aren't you here because I kicked your car? If so, I'm really sorry; I didn't mean to do that! If it's any consolation, you broke my eggs!"
"Haha, no child, but that was you?" She laughed and pushed a strand back from her short hair and looked at Carlos. "Oh yes, I suppose it was?" Her eyes traveled to the helmet on his head. "Doesn't matter, Carlos right?"
"Yes…."
"Do you know what you're mother did?" Antonio and Carlos turned and stared at each other.
"N-no, b-but we're really really really sorry on her behalf!" Antonio spoke and leaned forward.
"I wish it were that easy honey, but what you're mom did was a bit irresponsible, and we can't take this lightly." Her smile then turned to an immovable frown.
"Can we know who you are though?" Javi asked, but was shushed by Carlos and Antonio, even though both were wondering the same thing.
"Sure you can. My name is Brooke Diamond, owner and producer of Diamond Cosmetics." Antonio's mouth dropped while Carlos looked at him confused. Was she really that important?
Whispering in Carlos ear, apparently Brooke Diamond was very famous and was very successful, but there was one thing that lingered in Carlos head when told this information.
"Uhm, what do you have to do with my momma then?" Carlos asked, his brows furrowed.
Everything went quiet. Seriousness placed on the woman's face as well as Carlos and Antonio's. "Your mom- well let me get to the point. Your mom stole a large sum of our company's money. She was our best worker too, to be honest. I never thought she would commit something like this. And I'm here merely to receive compensation. But taking a good look at this place, that notion is gone." Her wandering eyes crossed the small living room.
"MOMMA WOULD NEVER DO THAT!" Andres yelled and ran going upstairs to his room.
"Andres!" Carlos shouted, "I'm sorry for that… but he's right, our mom wouldn't do something like that." Carlos faced Brooke once again. "She was even here this morning." He replied as if in a matter of fact.
"Did you see her?" Mrs. Diamond questioned and leaned further into the couch, hands crossing over her chest.
"No, but-" Carlos was interrupted.
"Did she do anything unusual? Out of the ordinary?" Another question was asked.
Carlos grimaced, "No! She hasn't! She even left us the same note everyday, look!" The thirteen year old stood and took out the folded sticky note from his pocket. "Here! It clearly says 'I love you,' she even kissed it! She has never-" He stopped, realization dawning over him. "She kissed it…"
"Oh. I see. Is that different?" she asked, her attitude unchanging.
"She's….she has never kissed her notes before…." Tears weld up in his eyes. Antonio already stood and grasped Carlos shoulders.
"No, this has to be some kind of mistake." Antonio spoke. Javi had long since left the room, not wanting to hear anymore.
"You poor dears. Do you know whether or not your mom is keeping a secret cell phone perhaps?" How cruel could she get? Not bothering how this was affecting them, she still continued with her questions.
"H-how much?" Carlos asked, his voice wavering because he was in the midst of crying.
"Excuse me?"
"HOW MUCH! HOW MUCH DID MY MOM TAKE, I'LL WORK FOR YOU!" Carlos screamed and surprised the cosmetic founder along with his brother who was standing behind him.
"Oh boy, sweetheart, she stole half a million dollars… Do you know how much that is? That's $500,000." Carlos looked up and stared at her face to see if she wasn't lying. She wasn't.
"But, h-how can she even steal that much? You would've noticed!" Carlos began to scream once again. "It's you're fault!"
"Carlos calm down." Antonio said.
"NO!" The eldest shoved his brother who fell into the chair. "YOU SHOULD'VE REALIZED! IT'S YOUR FAULT MY MOM STOLE MONEY!" Before anything could happen, Carlos was startled as he was picked up by Freight Train.
"Kid, you need to calm down." Freight Train turned Carlos too stare into his eyes as he was raised by his armpits easily. A little frightened at the height difference, Carlos immediately grasped around Freight Train's neck, hugging him.
Carlos cried. He cried into the neatly kept suit and clutched harder around the body guard. Hearing the man sigh and say, "It's alright little buddy," and pat his back made Carlos find out that this man was kind. Another thing he discovered was that he missed this feeling, the ability to cry into someone's arms, like he did with his father, which amplified more tears. He didn't want to give up the warmth that was surrounding his body.
"Mom, what's going on? You're taking foreverrrrr!" All eyes turned to the front door. A young boy with light brown hair, hazelnut eyes, and fashionable clothes walked in. "Whoa, am I bothering something here?"
"James, go back to the car." Mrs. Diamond said in a demanding voice.
"Why's this kid with a helmet crying? What a baby..." James shrugged and glanced at Carlos who had reduced his tears, face full of snot. "Eww! Gross! You're skin is hideous! Just look at your face! Mom! Let's go!" James said and motioned for his mom to get up.
"James I said go back to the ca-"
"WHAT YOU SAY PUNK!" Carlos leaped from Freight Trains arms and was ready to sock this kid's mug, but was caught once again. "Let me at him! Let me at him!" Struggling to get out of sturdy hands, arms waved ever so close to the other boy's face.
James stared at Carlos chocolate brown eyes and stuck his tongue out. This only enraged more fire within the Latino boy.
"ENOUGH!" Mrs. Diamond hollered. "James! Come over here, sit, and be quiet! Freight Train put Carlos down only until he's calm! Other child, get me some aspirin!" Antonio flabbergasted, pointed to himself wondering if he was the 'other child'. Once he received a nod, he left the living room. James went over to his mother's side and sat down, and at the same time Carlos was released.
Carlos sat back in his chair and crossed his arms and glared at the pretty boy who was practically ignoring his existence. 'What a jerk.' Carlos silently thought evil deeds he would have done to the kid. Antonio walked back in with an aspirin and water and gave it to the stressed out woman.
"Thank you sugar." She said and ingested the pill. Mrs. Diamond huffed and looked at her son who was currently staring outside at the limo.
"Honey, say you're sorry."
"No way. Not until he says sorry first." James stubbornly replied.
"WHAT? YOU STARTED IT!" Carlos got up but was stopped by a gigantic hand and was put back into his sitting position. Carlos looked up at Freight Trains face who shook his head 'no'. "…fine…"
"So you'll say sorry?" James looked to Carlos.
"Like hell I will!" It was Carlos turn to stick out his tongue. Hah! Revenge.
"The nerve!" James stood and grasped his mother's forearm, "Mom, let's leave this pigsty, it reeks of the poor."
Brooke stared absently back and forth between her son and Carlos. "That's it! I got it!"
"What did you get?" James was confused and stopped tugging on his mom's arm.
Ignoring her son's question, she directed herself to Carlos, "Hun, you'll be my son's playmate! That's how you'll work it off!" She smiled earnestly between the two boys.
"It won't work for all the money, but-"
"I refuse!" Carlos said rapidly.
"Mom! You can't be serious! He should just be a maid!" James also replied.
"I AGREE WHOLEHEARTEDLY! I'LL GLADLY FIX YOUR LAWN, SHOVEL SNOW, CLEAN YOUR HOUSE, CLEAN YOUR BATHROOMS, ANYTHING THAN YOUR SNOOTY SON!"
"HEY WATCH IT SHORTY!" Carlos stared angrily at the conceited boy.
"That's wonderful! You agree wholeheartedly to be my son's playmate!" Mrs. Diamond clapped her hands together as in settlement of this deed, totally throwing away all what was said.
"WHAT!" both Carlos and James screamed together.
"We'll be back in one week. Get your stuff ready, and enjoy the time left with your family. You won't be seeing them for a while." Mrs. Diamond then got up and walked out of the house towards the limo. "Freight Train!"
As if on cue, Freight Train grabbed James by the waist and carried him like a sack of rice out the door, him and Carlos still continuing to make faces at each other.
"FINALLY, GLAD I'M OUT OF THAT POOR EXCUSE FOR A HOME!" James exclaimed.
"GOOD RIDDANCE, WOULDN'T WANT YOUR DOUCHEBAGNESS TO RUB OFF IN THIS HOUSE!" With a final glance to James shocked face, Carlos slammed the door shut.
Carlos turned around and came face to face with his brother. Antonio seemed to have listened to the whole conversation from the kitchen, and came to his brother's side once the others left.
"Carlos…."
The helmeted boy's huffs of breath gained regularity as he stared at his brother's forlorn face. Silence, everything finally starting to sink in. The realization of not being able to be with his brothers' hit him across the face like Joseph's punch. And realizing that, they're mother, they're own flesh and blood, didn't want them. A straight kick to the stomach. It hurt. Not his body, but his heart. Questions flooded his thought, 'Would they be okay?' 'Will they be safe?' And most of all, he thought, 'why? Why would their mom do this to them?' Carlos knees buckled and gave way, making him slide down the door. Picking up his hands, Carlos stared at them, as if reading an imaginary book.
"Oh no…no… Who'll take care of you guys? Who'll feed you? Who's going to clean? Who's going to-" in the midst of talking, Antonio embraced his brother.
"Just…..stop…."
Antonio started crying and hugged his brother tighter, Javi and Andres were actually eavesdropping from the stairs and ran down with tears on their faces and clutched on to their brother for dear life. Carlos raised his head and stared at the ceiling once more. But this time, he didn't cry. He couldn't…he wouldn't…he'd be strong.
"Y-you…g-guys.." Carlos voice cracked, he could feel them wanting to fall, but he wouldn't let them. "I'll m-make us…d-d-dinner….a-and…w-we can eat it.. like…like a family. O-okay?"
All the brothers nodded their heads in agreement as they proceeded to cry into Carlos' clothing. Everything will be alright because no matter how hard it gets, always smile. His father's voice coming back. Carlos wasn't able to keep it in, and let the tears slide down the sides of his face, but everything was okay, it would be alright. It would be alright. Right?
OKAY. I'LL BE HONEST WITH Y'ALL. I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS STORY IS GOING, I JUST HAVE THIS WHOLE PLOT, BUT I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN. MY HANDS MOVE ON THEIR OWN. ALKDJFLAKDFJAKDFJAKDF.
Well once again. If you'd like me to continue this, I will. But can you guys tell me what I can improve on? D: By using a review? That'd be great...