Hola Hola Hola! Here is Chapter four
Yeah, yeah, i know it is starting out a little slow. JUST WAIT! :)))
~XOXO Caittie-lynn
Chapter four
It was strange. I felt as though I knew her and I could tell her anything. I had that connection with her. We spent at least three hours talking. It was great until Tyler walked in to go to the bathroom. He saw me, talked to us for a bit, and then pulled me out there. "Who is she? Fucking hot that's for sure." He said as we walked up the sidewalk. Tyler told me that we were going to head to Brax's house. Apparently, according to Rick, it was the nicest fucking pad that he had ever seen.
"Her name is Kit."
"Kit? What kind of name is that? Are you two sleeping with each other?" He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and blew out.
"No, we just met."
"You planning on it?"
"No, not at all. The idea actually seems a little weird to me." That was the last thing we said about that, because on the opposite side of the street Tyler spotted something worth mentioning.
"That guy over there, you see him?"
"Yeah what about him?"
"I saw him a few minutes ago way back there." He pointed to the direction behind us. "I think that we are being followed man."
"Stop being so paranoid." I stopped walking and looked in front of me. "Holy shit." Was all I said. In the distance we could see the house that the Braxston's were living in. After we spotted the house we began to run in the snow. It was a large brick house with a nice porch. Two stories and a huge backyard. If I was going to live anywhere, I wanted it to be here. "This is where Brax lives? Are you shitting me?"
Tyler laughed and shook his head. His light brown hair tossed around as we walked up the steps. Before reaching the top, we both put out our cigarettes and threw them in the snow. I know that it was rude but you couldn't even see them. "Trust me man, I am not shitting you." We knocked on the door and waited for a response. "I wonder if a fucking butler is going to answer." Tyler blurted out as the door opened. Standing in the doorway was a tall girl who seemed to look like Brax. I imagined that it was his sister. She had the same dark hair, except her hair was much, much longer. They both had the dark eyes and eyebrows that made them seem like they were wearing makeup. Which made me think that Brax was somewhat queer when I first met him. It only took me a minute to realize he wasn't wearing makeup. I was positive, though, that the girl was.
"No butler." She said sternly. "Richard and Rick are upstairs. Take off your shoes please." She then smiled and opened the door for us. "Turn right, then it's the first door on the left." She turned around and headed to the left side of the house. "If you get confused, just bark. They will find you." She laughed and disappeared behind the wall.
"Wow, what a bitch." Was all Tyler said after he took his shoes off. We walked up the steps and found the room right away. We could hear Rick trying to play the drums on random shit. When we walked in, Rick was hitting the bed posts and desks with his drum sticks.
"Look who decided to join!" He said happily as he threw a drum stick at my head. "We called your fucking house, your mom said you were out. What do you possibly do in this town that doesn't involve us."
I was grateful that Tyler didn't say anything about Kit, mostly because Rick would possibly explode with questions and accusations. "So, um, I fucking hate your sister." Tyler said instead. Brax laughed and nodded.
"She can be a little, forward sometimes."
"Right." I said as I sat down. "Forward, that's it."
"So Jack." Rick spoke as he sat down in the office chair which was right in front of the desk. "How is Angel doing?"
"He is doing great. He joined the Marines."
"Good for him." Brax said as he stood up and went to shut his door. "My cousin went into the marines and he has a pretty good life." At that moment in time I kind of wanted to shove Brax out of his window. Fuck knuckle.
"Oh, yeah. Its great." I said sarcastically.
"Dude, what is up your ass?" Rick asked as he tried to flip his drumsticks. "At least he wanted to do something with his life." After he said life he dropped one of the sticks. As he went to retrieve it, he continued. "I mean seriously, what is your brother Bobby doing."
"I don't even know man." I muttered. And that was the complete truth. I had no fucking idea what Bobby was doing. He barely ever called and the one time he came down to visit, he was always getting into fights. "Listen, lets not talk about this." I said so that everybody would hear and shut up.
"You know what. Your right. Let's talk about getting a fucking gig. I am getting a little tired of playing in your shitty garage."
"At least I have a garage!" Rick yelled as he threw his drumstick at Tyler.
