SPENCER
I woke up the next day late in the morning almost afternoon with a terrible headache. I threw up right after I got up and then washed my face of the grime that was on it. I stumbled out to the kitchen to grab something to eat to see Joe eating a big sandwich while he watched a football game on TV. A bottle of beer sat next to him and I waved at Joe. He waved back as I walked into the kitchen to get a bite. I put a little bit of everything on my sandwich and took a big bite as I walked back out to sit by Joe on he couch.
"Sup, Spencer?" He said between bites.
"Nothing. Where's everyone else?" I asked.
"Errand for Bones." Joe replied looking at the TV.
"Why aren't you with them?" I questioned.
"Bones said so." He responded. We sat and watched the game together until a knock on the door alerted us.
I got up to answer it and there stood a blonde girl about my age.
"Spencer, do you remember me from last night at the party?" She asked me. I scratched my head and my already messy hair just got messier.
"Uh, did we dance in the very beginning?" I asked looking down at the girl before me wearing a mini red dress compared to me in blue boxers and a white shirt. She nodded and smiled real big back at me.
"Yes, I'm Summer Smith and since you're new here, I thought that maybe you'd like me to show you around town. So you game?" She asked. I looked back at Joe who was staring at me but turned his head to the TV as soon as I turned to look at him. Summer looked into my living room.
"Hi, I'm Summer, a friend of Spencer's. And you are?" She said to Joe.
"Joe, his godfather." Joe answered. Billy came from the hallway at the moment wearing only a pair of jeans. A cigarette between his lips and a beer bottle in hand. Summer stared at Billy as he walked over to sit on the couch.
"And this is Billy, my brother." Joe added. Billy looked up at Joe and then over to me then to Summer in the door. He raised his eyebrow.
"You Madi?" Billy asked.
"No, I'm Summer. Madi's my friend, why?" Summer asked Billy.
"Thought I heard your name was Madi." He said shrugging her comment off.
"Sure, I'll let you show me around town. Just let me change out of this." I said as I quickly got dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt leaving her with the two Darley brothers.
BILLY
I sat on the couch in just my jeans as Joe stared at the girl who Spencer's friend.
"Why is Spencer staying with you guys?" She asked Joe clearly avoiding eye contact with me.
"Ask him yourself." I responded. She glared at me.
"I hope he learns what a stupid slut you are before he fucks you and then you end up pregnant." I added.
"Don't judge me, you don't even know me." She muttered bitterly.
"Billy relax, let Spencer make his own mistakes and leave her alone. She hasn't done anything wrong yet." Joe whispered. I inhaled my cigarette and she glared as I slowly exhaled the smoke.
"Could you not smoke. I don't want lung cancer form you." She snapped. I put the cigarette back to my lips and slowly took a long drag of it.
"Billy, just let it go." Joe pleaded. Spencer came back as I was putting out my cigarette and left as soon as he was close enough to Summer to drag her out the door. Joe left to go to talk to the guys about something, leaving me here.
Flashback
A tapping at the window woke me up from my dream. I sat up from my bed and grabbed a baseball bat as I stalked over to the window that was coated in snow. A small grey thing hit the window and I peeked out the window. In the white snow, there stood a huddled figure throwing rocks at my window. I opened the window letting the freezing air into my room.
"Hey! Stop it!" I yelled down at the person.
"Billy, could it take you any longer to get out here. I'm freezing my ass off!" Brittany yelled back at me.
"Come up the drain!" I told her. She climbed it and I pulled her in my room.
"What happened?" I asked her as she hugged me to get warm.
"They started yelling and then the knives got involved. A couple of fists got thrown too. I just ran before they got the cops called there." She whispered.
"I swear one day, they'll kill the other." I murmured.
"Maybe, everything will be okay then." She replied.
End of Flashback
I put my hands in my pockets and pulled out a ring on a silver chain. It was the ring I gave Brittany from our high school days. The little simple diamond rested in the silver band.
"She kept the ring?" I asked myself in disbelief, I would of thought she would have gave it away or sold it after she left.
Flashback
The weight of the little ring had me sweating and shaking already. Brittany walked to where I was with our fake baby, in health class, the last class of the day for both of us.
"Hey Billy! Hi baby, did you miss your mommy?" She joked to our plastic baby.
"I want some milk, mommy." I said pretending to be our baby. Brittany laughed at me as she scooted her chair closer to mine.
"Not in school, god I don't want to get expelled for some remark I didn't make." Brittany whispered into my ear. I sneakily put my hand on her thigh. She rolled her eyes when she felt my hand.
"Hands to ourselves, Mr. Darley." Our teacher snapped at me. He turned to talk to somebody across from us and I flipped him off.
"To the office, Mr. Darley for flipping me off." He added. I got up and made my way out the door.
"I'll say what Billy didn't have the balls to say, fuck you!" Brittany yelled at our teacher. He pointed at me and motioned for her to join me.
Instead of going to the office, we left school holding hands. Brittany snuck her hand into my pocket and discovered my ring, she pulled it out.
"What's this?" She asked examining the ring.
"A ring." I answered.
"I know that much." Brittany retorted.
"I was going to give it to you." I responded.
"Like as a promise ring?" She asked me while slipping on the ring.
"Wow, it's perfect." She added. Without another second waiting I grabbed her hand with the ring, her left.
"Marry me." I said.
"Why?" She asked me.
"Why not?" I spoke.
"Okay then." She said and then kissed me.
End of Flashback
I set in down on my bedside table and smoke a joint. I settled down in the chair and called a girl that would do anything since I needed to clear my head.
"Billy?" A girl spoke through the phone.
"Come over, Sierra." I asked.
"Be right there." She responded as she hung up.
A long blonde haired girl wearing a black tank top with a purple top underneath and a black mini skirt with purple heels and loop earrings. She smiled when she saw me and she waltzed in and dragged me to my bedroom.
SPENCER
Summer dragged me all around town and I was just starving by the time she asked if I wanted something to eat.
"Where's the best place to eat on this side?" I asked looking around at the nice buildings around here.
"My dad likes to take me to The Paramount, want to go?" She asked me.
"Sure but they better have fucking good food." I told Summer.
We got to our table and sat down.
"Why do you live with your godfather?" She asked.
"My mom passed in a car accident in California. Next thing I know, I'm living in Boston with my new family." I replied.
"What about your dad?" she asked.
"Never met him." I lied.
"Do you know who he is?" She asked me.
"I have a idea." I lied.
"Who?" Summer seemed intrigued by my father.
"You met him." I replied.
"Anyway, what about you?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"I lived here all my life with my mom and dad." She responded.
"Oh yeah. That must be nice to have a family." I muttered.
"Not when daddy is fucking every girl he sees and mom pretends she doesn't know by leaving on business trips every weekend to go party in Vegas. I get taken care of by my nanny. It's not the life I would have chosen." Summer admitted.
"Well, at least you got a family. I mean I grew up with my mom working over time and double shifts and two jobs to provide for me. I lived in the hood as a young kid until my mom started getting friendly with that married CEO that let us live in his vacation home. Then to have her die in that accident and get shipped out to live with a bunch of guys that can't cook a meal or have a normal life. They work at odd hours in the middle of the night and they are not good role models to me, I don't get why my mom picked them as my guardians. I mean I know she grew up with these guys and they were like brothers to her but they don't know how to raise a kid or provide for another human being." I told her.
"Did your mom like date one of them or something?" Summer asked in a joking way. I bite my tongue thinking of him.
"Yeah she did." I answered bitterly.
"Really? Who?" She leaned closer in interest.
"Joe's brother, Billy." I spoke.
"She dated that guy, I would have thought Joe because she made him godfather not Billy." Summer responded. I nodded.
"Most people think that too." I added.
"So is Billy your father then?" Summer asked me. I clenched my fist.
"Define father?" I asked Summer. She raised her eyebrows.
"Sperm donor, is that a better description of him?" Summer asked me.
"I would say so." I told her.
"Does he know?" She questioned.
"I think so. But does he give a shit, no. I don't see him trying to be a father with him getting high every hour and drinking." I answered.
"You got it hard to see him drunk but I don't ever see my mom drunk or high because she's always in Vegas or New York." She added as our food was given to us and we dug in.
"What's your plans for the future?" Summer asked me.
"When I turn 18, I going to go back to California to room with my best friend, Mason Lopez and then we'll do whatever the fuck we want. Then I'll have some mid-life crisis and I start living a normal life and maybe get married." I told Summer not really sure what I wanted.
"What about you?" I added.
"I'll get out of here and go to New York where I'll become an editor and get married and have some kids. Retire and live in Europe while I travel the world." She told me.
"You already know what you want to be, I got no clue. Maybe I'll join the CIA but I got too big of a criminal history to do that. I don't like planning and expecting myself to accomplish something to just be disappointed when it doesn't happen." I added.
"CIA, really? I can't picture you being a spy for America. I can't picture you doing anything else besides being a kid. Usually I can picture people in their future but I can't see anything past your teen years. I guess you're so undecided that the future is unpredictable in your case." She informed me.
"That's strange." I commented.
"Yeah it is. Tell me more about your mom? I can tell that you adore her and miss her." Summer pleaded.
"First of, she was stunning. She had long blonde hair that she liked to dye dark brown and these amazing green eyes. People would stare at her for a long time as they're jaws dropped. Second, she swore more than a sailor. She had a short temper and would just start cussing like nobody's business. Third, she had this look that made me want to shrink that when I came home from a party or getting in trouble, she would give me the look and I would fall down on my knees begging for forgiveness. Fourth, she could cook like nobody else. I mean she could bake the best cake and make the best food for a growing boy. Fifth, she loved talking about her days in Boston that it was the only thing she talked about beside me. She was very passionate woman when it came to stuff she loved. Sixth, she stood up for what she believed in and would not back down. She would fight you before she gave up. And she was very protective of those close to her." I got carried away in talking about my mom.
"I would have like to meet her." Summer spoke. I smiled at her and she smiled back at me.
"She was a very lovely woman. I'm proud to call her my mother." I responded.
"What happened to her?" She asked me. My face paled and I gulped in nervousness of having to relive that moment.
"We were driving back from a meeting for single moms raising sons, when we got hit by a truck. At the meeting, the moms were supposed to write a note to their son about their fathers and she was talking to me about him when we flipped. My airbag saved me but her's got stuck and she got crushed. Her leg was shattered and she was bleeding from the head. We stopped rolling and I got out barley. She handed me a note before another car came along and smashed our car into the side railing. I got carried out of there by an ambulance as I watched them pull her body from the mangled car. Next thing I know, she's dead and I get 48 hours to leave for Boston." I spoke in monotone.
"Oh my god, that's terrible. What did the note say?" She asked.
"It said to give this to him when I see him. She planned for me to fly out there to meet him when I turned 17 but obviously that happened before she thought it would. Inside another letter was sealed and attached to my note." I replied.
"Did you read the note to your dad?' She asked me.
"No." I lied.
"Are you going to give it to him?" She added.
"Maybe." I said truthfully. We finished eating and she took me back to my place.