Chapter Two

Bobby

"Do you remember my ma?" I asked Gabriella as we neared the house.

"Its kinda hard not to." She replied.

"Well…She died a week ago." I informed her watching her go stock-still.

"What the fuck?" She mumbled quietly and I smiled slightly at her reaction. "And you didn't call to say I couldn't come?" I nodded. "Why not? I mean you have every reason, hell if my mom died…" She trailed of and shook her head. "Maybe I shouldn't use my relationship with my mother as an example." She smiled slightly.

"It's okay, really. Besides it helps having some one here." I smiled at her as I unlocked the front door. "Jackie help her carry all her stuff up to the spare room." Jack groaned as he picked up most of my bags.

"Why me?" He asked Booby as he dragged them to the stairs.

"Because you broke your promise." Jack shook his head.

"Nuh uh. One: I didn't promise you anything, and two, if I had promised I wouldn't haven't broken it she would have." She laughed at us and shook her head at me.

"You still making people promise not to flirt with me Bobby? You never succeeded with that did you?"

"No I didn't." I confessed glaring at her.

"That's because I would flirt with them first." She explained to Jack who raised his eyebrows.

"Hey! No giving him ideas! We already got La Vida Loca causing enough ruckus we don't need you to doing it as well." I said and glared at them when they raised their eyebrows at each other. "Don't." I growled at her as they made their way up stairs.

"Now all it is to get Jack into my bedroom!" She yelled down the stairs just as Jerry and Angel walked in and their eyebrows raised in alarm.
"Don't worry." I yelled to Jerry and Angel as I bolted up the stairs and into the spare bedroom where Jack was putting down Gabriella's bags and she was lying on the bed cracking up laughing.

"Ha Ha, very funny. You got Jerry and Angel scared shitless of coming up here." This statement only made her laugh harder though, and soon she was curled into a little ball laughing her ass off with Jack next to her on the bed. I growled and Jack stopped laughing, but, of course, Gabriella didn't. I noticed when Jack nudged her with his elbow and she sat up, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes.

"This is what I was worried about. It hasn't even been an hour and you two are already hitting it off." I said as they glanced at each other in surprise.

"We don't even have anything in common, Bobby." Jack argued and I pointed to his clothes.

"You right Jack. Elle doesn't usually dress Texas like." Jack glanced at her and she nodded in agreement with me.

"He's right, I don't." She said as Jack's eyebrows raised.

"You don't?" She just smirked at him and rolled off the bed.

"Do you guys by any chance have something to eat?" And I laughed at her.

"That's my girl." I said as I led her into the kitchen.

"I am not your girl." She growled as I rummaged through the fridge, trying to find something edible and ended up finding nothing but raw vegetables. Jack ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, only to rummage through the fridge like I had moments earlier.

"It's no use. The only thing in there is vegetables." I muttered and walked into the lounge room, flopping on the couch.

"Did you ever think of soup?" Jack called out to me from the kitchen, causing me to frown and get back up.

"Who's gonna cook it?" I asked and Jack raised an eyebrow. "Oh, right. I forgot you were such a fairy you had mom teach you how to cook." Jack growled after me as I left the room and I heard Elle giggling at me.

"Hey, Elle, come watch the game with me!" I yelled from my position on the couch.

"No way Mercer!" She yelled back as she walked in. "Move." She said as she stood above my feet.

"Make me." I said and she growled so I got up and ran behind the couch with her close behind.

"You're not getting away with it that easy!" She yelled as she chased me around the couch a couple of times before I ran in the kitchen and hid behind Jack.

"Jack help me! She's a mad woman!" I yelled as Jack turned to see what the commotion was about.

"Who me?" She asked innocently as she calmly sat in a kitchen stool.

"Go away Bobby." Jack said and pushed me towards her.

"Thanks Jack." She said as she grabbed me by the arm and twisted it behind my back. "Say it." She whispered in my ear as Jack looked at us questioningly. I shook my head reluctantly.

"No way." I said and she smirked at me. "Fuck!" I yelled as she pushed me into a wall, pulling my arm higher behind my back, twisting it slightly. "Okay, okay!" I yelled as she went to push my arm higher. "I'm sorry." I whispered and she smiled at me.

"Now, was that so hard?" She asked as she dropped my arm, leaving me to rub my scapula sullenly.

"What was that?" Jack asked as she sat back on the stool. "You don't usually let people do that."

"Who said anything about letting me?" She said as she pushed Jack up against the fridge, her hand on his throat.