A/N

It's been ages since I last updated this story and I thought like, ''Maybe it's about time?'' So here's a new chapter! and I seriously will be trying harder to be more active on this story!

Hope ya'll like this chapter and I will make sure to post as soon as I've finished the next chapter! ;DD

It had been a long few days since the talk with Tim about the younger Shepard brother, not to mention that his little stunt in the shop to get in contact with Jack had earned him one week in the slammer to what the fuss said 'cool off'. Not that it had mattered much at that time, he'd gotten in contact with Jack and managed to come up with a good deal which would benefit them both and one and a half week later Curly was free to go. The charges were dropped and the younger Shepard brother was free again and Tim could breath out, Floyd on the other hand wouldn't be able to relax just yet. After he'd gotten released from the slammer, Darry had picked him up with his old truck and they'd rode home in silence. Let's just say, it hadn't been pretty when they finally arrived home and Darry decided that he'd been quiet long enough.

So, even thought it wasn't really any of Darrys' concern he'd grounded Floyd for two weeks. He'd already managed to survive one week without a step outside the door and lucky for him, Two-Bit had come over to keep him busy from being bored. So the two was seated on the sofa watching an episode of Mickey Mouse while drinking beer, yes Floyd had taken a beer from the fridge even thought Darry had said 'no beer during your two weeks.'

''This is dull as hell.'' He stated while dragging his thumb over the beer label, it was a really strong tasting beer that hurt his troath. The elder greaser shoot him a side glanze before turning them back to the screen and shrugged his shoulders.

''It ain't that bad.'' He tried but Floyd just snorted at his try, it was dull and no one could tell him the differ. Not to mention that he didn't have the tim to just sit around, he still needed to get Jack what he wanted in return for getting Curly out of prison. The damn fuss had been nice enough to ask Floyd to take care of someone who'd gotten in the guys way, he also reassured Floyd that all evidens against the young hood would be quickly removed. First Floyd had thought the guy had asked him to kill someone but it later showed that he just needed to rough up and give the guy a scare for his life, hopefully not that hard of a task.

''Floyd...Floydboy!'' Two-Bits' voice suddenly punched through his deep thoughts making Floyd look at his older friend who gave a small nod towards the phone who were appearantly ringing, rolling his eyes Floyd got up from the couch to get it.

''Ya?'' He half growled as he put the phone to his ear, feeling rather annoyed that Two-Bit couldn't have gotten it himself as none of them actually really lived in the house.

''Floyd Meeks?'' An overly polite voice asked making the young hood feel sick.

''What do you want?'' He hissed, wanting to get straight to business.

''It's about the guy I asked you to rough up'' Of course it was, Floyd just rolled his eyes.

''What 'bout 'im?''

''He's on break today, you know the adress.'' And with that out, the cut the call without further words. Floyd scowled as he scratched the back of his neck while putting the phone back and turned to head back to the couch were his jacket had been thrown.

''Cover for me.'' He told a half drunken Two-Bit before he left the house with a slam to the door, eager to finish this up so he would be free of any debts.

...

So after a long hours of searching for the house that matched the damn adress he'd written down on a lumpy paper, Floyd had found himself on the socials side of town. But he kept himself in the shadows and prayed to god that no socs' would notice him, not that he was scared or anything but being caught on the socials side of town could end up with more then just four against one. So in the shadows he stood, a weed lit up and hanging lazily from his lips while his hands were occupied with the note and the other holding his blade.

''Eeh fuck it, let's get this party startin'.'' He muttered as he threw the lumpy note on the ground and removed the weed from his lips, his eyes dead set on the house as he walked with hunched shoulders and looked as lazy as he could get.

''Mr Fernando! Your pizza's here!'' Floyd announced as he slammed the door open, not feeling like waiting for the guy to open it himself.

''Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house!?'' The man Floyd assumed to be Fernando exclaimed as he walked into the hallways were the young hood was standing looking at some pictures of the man and his wife, it was an beautiful woman with long golden brown hair and a nice body too. Fernando on the other hand looked like those old farmers, stick arm and legs and a rangly body. They didn't fit.

''Your wife?'' He asked while pointing at the woman in the picture, totally ignoring Fernandos beat red face from anger.

''No sister, now what the hell are your business here?'' The man growled but Floyd just nodded at the answer with a small 'o' on his lips, the brother and sister looked nothing alike.

''That would be one fine arse to bang, or don't ya think the same?'' Floyd asked with a huge smirk forming on his lips as the man finally snapped and ran straight for him, fist high in the air. Floyd chuckled as he threw his weed to the floor before crunching it under his shoe, now fully ready for what was coming.