Well I feel like such a crappy person. I had put this story up awhile ago but I marked it as an M rated story by accident and when I tried to change it Fan Fiction deleted it! So I had to start all over again and fix everything! I deeply apologize to the people who read the story and reviewed, followed or faved. Anyway here's chapter 2! Hopefully everything goes the way I want it to.
Remember how before I said I hate airplanes? Well now I really fucking hate them! We had finally landed in Denver the closest fucking airport to Cherry Hill Village; I got off with my manager Jeb heading to baggage claim. Well these nimrods lost my goddamn luggage! You know people always tell you how awesome it is to be a first class passenger and how you get treated so much better. Well I'm here to make a public service announcement that, that is a bunch of bullshit!
Airlines don't give a damn who you are! You know why, because they deal with the same kind of people all the time just different faces and bodies. The annoying passengers that are constantly calling them over for some shit, the loud families that want an audience to their family drama, The people that refuse to put away their electronics, the terrorist (my personal favorite), or the big hot shots that feel they don't need to oblige by the rules because they're in first class. So if you ever go to an airport and something happens to you and you're sniffling around trying to look for some fucking sympathy, just remember what your dear old friend Fang told you.
YOU ARE NO MORE IMPORANT THAN THE REST OF THE DAMN PASSENGERS!
Sorry but it's true, at the end of the day the works think you are just another piece of shit screaming in their face about something they aren't even the least bit concerned about or even paying attention to. That's what Jeb told me when we got in to the town car as I silently fumed over my "lost" luggage. Ok so maybe he didn't say it like that and I'm adlibbing a bit, but hey I'm a writer I take things and put them in my own words.
"Fang you can't lose your cool like that,"
"I didn't hurt him,"
"You punched the man in the head!"
"I missed his temple so he's k,"
Jeb sighed cleaning his glasses. "Have you taken your medicine today?"
"Yeah,"
"All of it?"
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah sure,"
"Fang you know you have to take all of your meds when you don't you-"
"I know what the hell happens Jeb! I don't need you treating me like a child ok that's not in your job description!" I didn't want to snap at him but when he pulls this shit it sets me off.
"I know but you are like a son to me," He put a hand on my shoulder causing me to flinch away from the contact.
"I worry about you and I don't want you to go back to-"
"I know," I sighed looking out the window. I can't meet his eyes and see all that worry and emotion flowing through them.
"Just… take it easy ok? Your home, there are no more book signings and interviews,"
I nodded.
"Relax take a load off and don't rush right back to work. Take a break."
I smirked, "You know my father won't allow too much of a break."
"Well as your manager I have a higher say then your father,"
I chuckled. "We'll see,"
Finally the car stopped in front of this extremely huge expensive looking house. I looked down at the text Lissa had sent me with the address to our new "dream house".
"You have got to be shitting me," I growled as the driver opened my door.
Jeb sighed, "This wife of yours is really trying to put you in debt."
"Tell me about it," What the fuck is this?! I can't even; this is, just, what the hell?!
Jeb clapped me on the back, "Don't lose your cool, but um… don't worry about it I'll get the rest of the book tour money while you deal with… this."
I nodded getting out and the driver shut the door behind me. "What is wrong with this girl," I muttered looking up at "my" house.
Jeb rolled the window down as the driver got back in the car, "When you see her don't kill her, as much as I would love if you did I can't have you going to jail."
I gave him the finger as he waved out the window while the car backed out of the drive way and out the street.
I sighed trying my absolute hardest to follow Jeb's advice.
"Don't lose your cool, don't lose you cool," I muttered to myself as I walked up to the big white and glass doors.
I'm not gonna lie the house was beautiful even more so than the neighbors, which I'm pretty sure was Lissa's goal. The whole house was basically a white mansion with a ton of giant windows, and I do mean giant from the second floor to the first floor, no breaks in between. Yeah get the picture? If some snobby little kid throws a rock at one the whole window is gone, broken on the ground. I know she got the windows for me, what with my claustrophobia and other mental problems; I need to know that I'm not caged in.
"Number one on the list of house renovation: giant curtains for the windows." Don't need everyone seeing me walk around my house in boxers.
I didn't have a key so I rung the door bell hoping Lissa would remember that tiny detail (more than likely not).
No sound came from the damn thing. "Number two: fix door bell,"
I settled for knocking instead shifting my bag on my shoulder. As soon as my fist connected with the door it opened.
"Number three: fix lock on door," I grumbled walking in, how is it we had a whole team of contractors build our house but they didn't do simple things like make sure the damn lock on the door worked?
As soon as I came in, Total came running over barking at my feet. "Hey buddy, was mommy good to you while I was gone?" I swear he gave me a look like 'you're joking right'?
I picked him up to smell his glossy black fur, instantly noticing how much thinner he was then the last time I saw him. And to top it off he reeked! His fur smelling like dirt, poop, and pee.
My nose recoiled at the harsh odor, "Ugh god you stink buddy," Again he gave me a look 'how do you think I feel? At least you can run from it.'
I love Total I swear he was human in another life.
"Alright well I'll examine the rest of the house later but you my furry friend have a date with Ms. Ride," I put him down and dug around in my bag for my car keys and wallet.
"Now, where did mommy put my car?" I asked him. He barked jogging to the kitchen; I followed knowing he was leading me to what I had asked him.
See told you he's like a person.
He scratched at a closed white door, "Don't do that or else mommy will have both our heads." I opened it to reveal a large garage; on the floor near my car was a blue tarp.
"What's with the tarp?"
Total looked at me like 'hey man I just live and eat here'.
I picked it up, nothing was underneath but it looked like something had happened to the floor in that spot. The black paint was chipped revealing an ugly green.
I put it back down and walked over to my black 1967 Chevy Impala, (A/N: Dean's car from Supernatural!) "I'll inquire about that later."
I hopped in buckling Total in the passenger seat, starting it up. "Well at least I have an excuse to see Max," I swear Total rolled his eyes.
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"Total I can't do this,"
He huffed in annoyance, "Well I'm sorry but you know she hates me!"
I was currently parked outside of Max's veterinary practice, 'Pawls and Claws', debating with myself and a dog about if I should go in or not.
Total huffed again and shimmied out of his seat beat scratching at the door. I grumbled but got out knowing Total was going to whine if we didn't go.
"Fine but only because I don't want to be the one to get that poop out your fur," I opened his door and he leaped out running for the building, the automatic doors opening up for him.
I trudged to the door bracing myself for Max's attitude and smartass comments.
When I got inside and walked to the front desk, there sat my sister Ella petting and cooing over Total on her desk. She works here as the secretary.
"Hey Fang, I see Lissa has been taking care of Total again," She said referring to the dirt covered fur matted to his eyes.
"Yeah well it was either that or leave him here to be put through hell,"
"Oh you know we love Total," She waved me off.
"Yeah well I don't want to come back to find him with painted nails and bows in his hair."
She stuck her tongue out at me, "Are you going to see Iggy he really misses you,"
I nodded, running a hand through my hair, "Yeah I'm going to see your annoying husband next,"
"Hey he was your best friend long before he was my husband,"
"Didn't stop you two from dating and then getting married,"
"You said you were ok with it!"
"I was, dad… not so much,"
She smiled, "Have you talked to him lately?"
"No I don't plan on it either,"
"Fang-"
"Drop it."
She sighed but nodded knowing not to push me.
"Fine but he is the only father you have,"
I rolled my eyes, "If I wanted to talk about my feelings I would have gone to see my therapist instead of coming to get my dog cleaned up and get his shots."
She grumbled but pressed the call button to talk to Max, "Max you have a special patient out here,"
"If its Dylan with his cat tell him I'm calling Ari!"
Ella let go of the button trying to cover her laughter.
"Dylan?" I questioned.
That's when Max walked out from the back, decked out in dark blue scrubs and white sneakers, her blonde and brown hair tied up in a messy ponytail. When she saw me she froze, and then came the awkward silence.
"Um, hey" I said scratching the back of my neck.
"Hi," She muttered quickly averting her eyes from mine and walking over to Total. "Let me guess… Lissa."
I nodded knowing what was coming next.
"Well that's what you get when you marry a ditzy slut,"
I glared, "At least I got married,"
"To a whore,"
"Better than being married to a loud mouth bitch,"
"I have a mind and I speak it, while your wife just has fakes boobs,"
"At least-"
"OK THAT'S ENOUGH YOU TWO!" Ella yelled making Total whimper and curl into a ball.
"Fang go see Iggy, Max come take care of Total!"
Max glared at me one last time before picking up Total and heading to the back. I sighed running a hand through my already messy hair.
"What happened to you two, you use to be best friends?" Ella asked me sitting back down.
"Don't worry about it," I muttered walking out and storming to my car.
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I pulled up in front of 'Ignite' Iggy's restaurant. I parked in the spot that said 'Reserved for Fangalator', stupid Iggy.
I got out and walked to the back where the kitchen is, opening the door the heat and smell from all of the great food that Iggy and his chefs make.
"What's up Nick!" They all said when I came in not surprised by me just waltzing in.
I nodded smirking in greeting as I navigated my way through the crowded kitchen picking up pieces of cooked food that looked good. By the time I got to the door that leads to the restaurant I had a full plate. I walked over to sit at the bar and ordered a beer, just as I was about to take a sip I was ambushed by a pale figure wrapping its arms around me.
"Fangy!" It screamed in my goddamn ear.
"Ugh Iggy let go of me you dumbass," I grunted pushing him off.
"I missed you! How dare you not call your best friend! I thought I meant something to you! Is our whole relationship a lie?!"
I sighed, only Iggy would be this damn dramatic.
"Igtard, do you even know how much my bill would cost if I answered every one of your phone calls?"
"Hey I am special you need to answer when I call I am not one of those hoes you can just be playin with Fang, nope I am not the one!" He said hands on his hips rolling his neck.
I rolled my eyes, "If you didn't have good food here, I would have never came."
He smiled sitting down next to me at the bar getting a beer too. "Oh you know you love me,"
"In theory," I grumbled picking off my plate.
"Sooo… have you seen the oh so wonderful house yet?"
"Yeah I just haven't seen everything yet,"
"Ha! Dude you are gonna flip!"
"You've seen it?"
"All of Cherry Hill has, Lissa had a fucking open house to brag about how nice it was."
I sighed, "Of course she did,"
Iggy smirked but soon went serious, "Have you been taking your meds?"
I stiffened, "Yes Ig I have,"
"All of them?"
"Yes dammit will everyone stop asking me that?!"
"Hey calm down I just don't want you to go back to-"
"I won't! Do you think I want to go back to that? To that place? No, I'm fine."
Iggy sighed, "Alright man, I just want to make sure. I love you man you're like my brother,"
I smirked, "I am your brother, you're married to my sister."
He smirked, "Hey have you seen Gaz yet?"
"Nah, that's my next stop I need to refill my prescripts."
"Well let's go!" Iggy got up off the stool.
"Aren't you suppose to stay here and I don't know work? You are the owner."
"Exactly and I can leave whenever I want! I mean come on we aren't even busy its only 2 in the afternoon."
I smirked, "Fine,"
"I'm driving!" He yelled running out the door.
He's such a idiot I'm the one with the… wait a minute… I checked my pockets and patted myself down. Nothing.
That son of a bitch, "IGGY!" I ran out the door ready to strangle him.
Ok that's it for chapter 2 I hope you like it and please R&R!
