Because I love this movie so much, I finally decided to do a Fanfiction about it. This one is going to be a little slow and not much is going on, but my goal is to add every scene in my fanfiction as much as I can.
I own NOTHING of what David Elliot and Paul Lovett had written. I do own Olivia Friedman
Text in Italics are memories
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"Loco Ono is not staying in this house!" My eyes snapped open after hearing the loud voice of Bobby Mercer. Looking down to the floor, Jack already picked up his bedding and was probably downstairs with the rest of the brothers.
"Bullshit Bobby!" Angel's voice was next to be heard as he defended his new girlfriend. Sighing, I sat up, running a hand down my face.
"I don't care! La Vida Loca ain't staying in this house for one more night so get her stuff…" I started for the stairs, but quickly regretted even getting up since Sofie was located on the stairs, backing Angel up.
"Is this your house?"
"This ain't no homeless shelter!" Bobby yelled back, waving his hockey stick around.
"You ain't running shit Bobby!"
"Hey Bobby, por que tu no callas, pendejo?" Because of the many years of Spanish I had taken through high school and college, I understood exactly what she had said. My eyebrows raised, I continued my path toward the living room. Tugging my blanket I had brought with me tight around myself, I maneuvered my way around the two men. Bobby put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me.
"What did she say?" he whispered.
"Why don't you shut up, stupid," I answered before joining Jerry.
"Why don't you go back upstairs, I got this covered?" Angel pointed Sofie away.
"Was I speaking Spanish?" Bobby yelled toward Sofie.
"What's wrong with you?" Sofie yelled back.
"Go back upstairs!"
"Why do you let him talk to me like that?" Sofie smacked away Angel's hand before attacking Bobby again.
"Nobody was talking to you, vámonos."
"Can you stop talking to my girl like that, man?" Finally Sofie decided to run back upstairs while the two men relocated to the living room.
"She wasn't your girl as of yesterday, right? She had another man so I'm confused." Bobby lowered his voice, making me silently thank him for sparing my headache.
"What are you talking about?" She is my girl."
"He's right!" Jerry added, agreeing with Bobby.
"Let's just play some fucking Turkey Cup, man, how 'bout that?" Bobby threw down his hockey stick, hiding the puck into the kitchen.
"Watch it!" Hearing Jackie's voice coming from the kitchen, I looked to see him throwing the puck back.
"Sorry Jackie." Bobby apologized and took the puck. "What do you say Jerry, wanna play some Turkey cup today?"
"Maybe, man. Remember, I got a family back home that I gotta see for Thanksgiving too." I had almost forgotten that today was Thanksgiving – that's why Jackie was in the kitchen. Making my way over, Bobby stopped me.
"And you Livy?"
"We'll see," I answered. Seeing Jackie seasoning the turkey, I couldn't help but laugh. "You know, you're not helping your own cause with Bobby if he sees you cooking." Taking the spices from his hands, I continued the seasoning. He laughed with a shrug.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Jack took a seat at the table, leaning the seat against the wall. "How'd you sleep last night?"
"Good," I answered with a nod. "For once I slept without waking up during the middle of the night."
"That's good."
"How'd you sleep?" I asked, still feeling bad that he was forced to be on the floor.
"Surprisingly comfortable for sleeping on the floor." Briefly looking at him with a smile, I couldn't help but think back to all the fun times we've had in the kitchen, baking with Evelyn. "Remember that time we were baking chocolate chip cookies and we made a complete mess?"
"Which time?" I asked with a laugh. There were plenty of times where we'd destroy the kitchen. But I knew he meant the first and only time Jack and I had any kind of romantic moment. Keeping my gaze on the turkey as I moved it from the counter to the oven, I tried blocking out that memory.
"Go get the chocolate chips from the cupboard." I stirred the cookie dough and added a little more milk into the batch. As Jackie dug through the cabinets, I watched as he struggled to reach. "Did you need help getting it?" I asked, amused. Jackie looked my way and snickered.
"No, I don't need your help," he snapped back, annoyed at the fact that I always made fun of his height. "I just need to grow a few more inches." Jackie reached again for the chocolate chips, but as he put more pressure on the bottom shelf, it snapped, causing everything to fall. One of the objects that fell was the bag of flour; falling all over Jack. I couldn't hold my laughter; I almost fell to the floor. "You think that's funny?" he asked, a little irritated. I couldn't stop laughing; instead I kneeled over as I held my stomach. Next thing I knew, I felt something light hitting my face. Opening my eyes, I realized Jack had thrown a hand full my way.
"Oh you are so going to regret that," I said through my teeth. Running over to where all the flour was piled, I grabbed a hand full and threw it at Jackie. This horse play continued on for about a couple more minutes before Evelyn came into the kitchen. After her scolding, Jackie and I looked to each other and laughed as she left the room. Our laughter subsided and we looked toward each other, our faces rather close. If I hadn't moved away, he would have taken that chance.
"Come to think of it, every time we made cookies there was an adventure or fight," he said, changing his phrase. Laughing along with him, I stuck the turkey inside the over.
Walking into the living room after finally changing into actual clothes and getting a shower, I looked to see Bobby, Angel, and Jerry had finally settled down and was watching the game. As I approached Bobby, he didn't move his leg from the other side, making me roll my eyes at his immaturity. "Could you please move your leg?" I asked him, trying hard to not sound sarcastic.
"Why don't you make me detective?" he responded with a smirk. Rolling my eyes, I sat down on top of his leg, causing him to groan. "Get your fat-ass off my fragile leg!" With a small smile, I slightly moved, giving room to move his leg.
"Thank you," I said sarcastically, keeping my gaze to the television. As we all quickly watched the hockey game, from the corner of my eye, I could see Angel grabbing the poker chips form the table. At first, I didn't pay much attention to it, but after hearing Jerry speak, I looked over to them.
"Don't start man." Bobby sighed, knowing he wasn't going to be able to watch the game for long. "Why do you always do that?" he asked, catching a few chips.
"Shut up." Angel threw a few more out way.
"To be aggravating," Jerry responded, answering Bobby's question. Angel mocked him and threw more his way, hitting him in the face.
"Chill out man, I'm watching the game. Why don't ya'll hold that down?"
"You a woman." Inhaling a good amount of air, I watched as the boys continued to bicker. Letting it out, I couldn't help but smile and lightly shake my head to their playfulness; boys will be boys.
"Get him, Jerry!" Bobby yelled, instigating the situation.
"Try it one more time," Jerry threatened.
"What you gon' do?"
"You'll see."
"Big-ass teeth, bite me?" Angel continued, making Bobby and I laugh.
"You do got some big-ass teeth Jerry," Bobby said through his laughter. I playfully slapped Bobby on the arm as Angel and Jerry finally went at it. "The Gorgeous Black Ladies of wrestling, Nitro and Midnight. Nitro got Midnight in a headlock!"
"Get 'em Jerry!" I yelled, playing along with the boys. And for the first time, in a long time, I felt like one of them again.
"Midnight's trying to get up but Nitro's on him! Get him Nitro!"
"Alright, alright, alright." Finally, Angel gave up, giving the signal.
"I'm still your big brother," Jerry said with a laugh. Angel and Jerry gave each other a brotherly hug before sitting back down, watching the rest of the game. Bobby laughed at them while I got to my feet and headed for the kitchen. Spotting Jackie check on the turkey, I sat at the table.
"Feels like we're kids again, doesn't it?" he asked with a smile as he closed the over. Smiling up at him, I nodded.
"In a weird twisted way, I'll have to agree with you," I responded looking out to the living room. Angel, Jerry, and Bobby were all still watching the TV, but as soon as I averted my gaze, I could feel Bobby's eyes on me.
"Come on man, let's eat. Bring out that bird!" Bobby got up from the sofa and made his way to the kitchen. Jackie looked to me before getting things ready to set the table. So Bobby didn't have another reason to tease Jack, I helped him by getting the plates to set the table. Bobby grabbed the plates from my hand, shooing me away. What confused me the most wasn't that he took my plates away, but that he called me 'princess'; he NEVER did that. Raising a brow, I walked into the living room to find Jerry and Angel just as confused as I was.
"Did that just happen?" Angel asked as I watched Bobby help Jackie with everything. "Must be up to something." Exactly what I was thinking.