Chapter 9

It's raining.

I'm home…alone…again.

Ah, Nothing like a bottle of Jack Daniels to sooth the bored and restless spirit.

Hiccup.

Ahem…Ignore that…

It's been two days since the "phone" incident and Chuck has already given the phone over to the authorities. Some one happened to kill Eddie in jail. I'm not surprised.

I pick up my headphones but Chuck's out with Sarah on a "date" so I have the night off. Ellie is home alone with Mr. Awesome. I make a yucky face. But its not called a "yucky" face it's called the "Casey is not pleased and therefore rejects your idea" face.

I sit there in the dark considering that he's a meathead and she's a perfectly good piece of tail.

Of course Momma Casey would probably roll over in her grave if she ever caught me calling them that.

I got brownies cooling on the oven and have some time to kill. I put on a Door's record, because I am too cheap to buy a Mp3 player. Also, nothing ever sounded as cool as a record anyway. But I probably will invest in one sooner or later-to take advantage of my employee discount.

People are strange when you're a stranger,
Faces look ugly when you're alone.
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted,
Streets are uneven when you're down.

I grimace and turn it off. I am not in the mood for such subtleties. The rain gets harder and I hear yelling. It's not the sort of yelling a man needs to interrupt, however the voices sound familiar.

"You are such a cad! I can't believe I fell for you," I hear. It's ELLIE?! And she's yelling. I hear a string of curse words that even I think twice about. She's has a real dirty mouth.

I actually know what she could do with that dirty mouth.

No no no, mustn't think like that.

But I can say that I am a coward. I have stood death in the face many a time but the one thing I cannot stand to see is a child hurt or a woman (who isn't shooting at me) in pain. And love- well that's evokes all sorts of pain, doesn't it?

A little bit of Irish courage in me goes a long way because before I know it I'm standing and holding Ellie as she cries in the rain.

It's these cliché moments that would be only defined as something out of a bad fan fiction.

It's raining.

She's crying.

I'm pissed drunk.

And now I'm soaking wet.

And since she's standing there too-now she's soaking wet.

And she's in my arms.

cue Air Supply