1 Slashed Tires Chapter 5
Rated pg-13 for swearing I think
Disclaimer: Don't own anything you can identify as someone else's. Am not making money from this either, though I wish I were (jkz).
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Tim pulled his car over and hopped out into the bright sunlight. He breathed deeply enjoying the fresh morning air. He bounded up the steps to Buck Merrils place. He slid through the open door and surveyed the scene before him. From the mess it looked like Buck had thrown another party the night before. The remainders of food and drink were everywhere, splattered on the walls and over the wood floor and scraggly rug. The lamps were missing their shades and someone had broken the hall light. Tim heard a groan from somewhere in the living room and he made his way cautiously through the wreckage.
"Morning Buck," Tim called cheerfully, spotting the blond at last. Buck was half resting on a couch half lying across the floor. He looked up through bleary eyes at his friend.
"Fuck off Shepard," he mumbled, clearly hung over.
Tim smirked and dragged the other up to a sitting position. "And I would, except, well, 'someone' owes me a little money." He grinned as Buck groaned yet again. "Time to pay up buddy."
"I don't have any," Buck muttered.
Tim sat up straight. He was in a good mood and he didn't want to ruin it. He just wanted to get his money and leave. "Look Buck, it's been long since you said you'd pay me-"
"I said I don't got no money," Buck said loudly.
Tim tensed slightly at the harshness is Buck's tone.
"You said you'd have it today," Tim said in a low voice.
Buck rubbed his head. "Look I had it all yesterday I did, ready to pay ya, and then I got drunk and somehow got talked into givin' it to Dallas-"
"Dally!" Tim yelped.
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"Dally!" Dallas groaned. Hearing his name being called he felt a keen sense of déjà vu. He sat up slowly feeling vaguely disoriented. He was sore, partially from fighting Tim and partially from the fight he'd got into last night at Buck's party. Some jerk from Tim's gang was spewing shit about how there was something 'going on' between him and Tim. Apparently Tim had stupidly said they were 'tight'. "Moron," Dally muttered out loud. The rumours had made him wish even more that he could get even with Tim. Dally stretched and looked around for his shirt. He grabbed it and was about to put it on when he heard muffled cursing coming from below him. Dallas froze, instantly recognising the voice: it was Tim. Silently he stood up, tossing his shirt back on his bed. He opened the door as soundlessly as possible and crept down the stairs. Dally smirked as he edged closer to where Tim's voice was coming from. Revenge was gonna be sweet!
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Tim paced back and forth muttering curses. He was already pissed off at Dallas because of his tires. The kid would have to get in his way a second time! Tim wheeled about to face Buck once again. "I can't believe you would just give him all your money! Just like that! And you knew I'd be coming today!" Tim ranted. Buck yawned, already bored and much to sick for this scene. His gaze drifted past Tim as some movement caught his attention. He sat up suddenly, seeing Dally. Dallas was moving silently forward, his gaze fixed on the back of Tim's head.
"I mean really! Wouldn't take much to remember." Tim trailed off seeing Buck suddenly tense. Tim turned ever so slightly, following Buck's gaze.
He was instantly knocked off his feet as something hurled itself into his chest. Tim didn't even have time to cry out in surprise before he had the breath knocked out of him. Gasping, he clutched at his stomach where he had been hit. A fist connected solidly with his jaw and Tim winced, tasting blood. His attacker leapt off him, giving Tim the time to push himself up and catch a glimpse of the other.
"Dallas!" Tim gasped in fury.
"Tim! Good we know each other, now get off your ass and fight man!" Dally fairly spat the words out, his eyes glinting with anger.
Tim jumped to his feet a made a dash at Dallas. The two grappled for a minute before Dally was wrenched out roughly by Buck.
"Cut it out! You're giving me a worse headache!" Buck growled. He shoved Dally hard sending the boy sprawling onto the couch. Tim looked from one to the other, panting slightly from the fight. Dallas glared back at him while Buck had gone back to rubbing his head. Buck sighed. "Look if y'all want to fight take it out! I got enough mess around here to last a life."
A/N: PLEASE READ THIS!!!! First of all, thank you reviewers! The reviews are always inspiring. Just wondering, is there anyone out there who's reading this and would like to see the story go somewhere in particular at this point? If any of you have any ideas please!!!! I am begging for your input. If not I'll continue anyway. PS I will SO try to keep this story going as far as possible!
Rated pg-13 for swearing I think
Disclaimer: Don't own anything you can identify as someone else's. Am not making money from this either, though I wish I were (jkz).
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Tim pulled his car over and hopped out into the bright sunlight. He breathed deeply enjoying the fresh morning air. He bounded up the steps to Buck Merrils place. He slid through the open door and surveyed the scene before him. From the mess it looked like Buck had thrown another party the night before. The remainders of food and drink were everywhere, splattered on the walls and over the wood floor and scraggly rug. The lamps were missing their shades and someone had broken the hall light. Tim heard a groan from somewhere in the living room and he made his way cautiously through the wreckage.
"Morning Buck," Tim called cheerfully, spotting the blond at last. Buck was half resting on a couch half lying across the floor. He looked up through bleary eyes at his friend.
"Fuck off Shepard," he mumbled, clearly hung over.
Tim smirked and dragged the other up to a sitting position. "And I would, except, well, 'someone' owes me a little money." He grinned as Buck groaned yet again. "Time to pay up buddy."
"I don't have any," Buck muttered.
Tim sat up straight. He was in a good mood and he didn't want to ruin it. He just wanted to get his money and leave. "Look Buck, it's been long since you said you'd pay me-"
"I said I don't got no money," Buck said loudly.
Tim tensed slightly at the harshness is Buck's tone.
"You said you'd have it today," Tim said in a low voice.
Buck rubbed his head. "Look I had it all yesterday I did, ready to pay ya, and then I got drunk and somehow got talked into givin' it to Dallas-"
"Dally!" Tim yelped.
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"Dally!" Dallas groaned. Hearing his name being called he felt a keen sense of déjà vu. He sat up slowly feeling vaguely disoriented. He was sore, partially from fighting Tim and partially from the fight he'd got into last night at Buck's party. Some jerk from Tim's gang was spewing shit about how there was something 'going on' between him and Tim. Apparently Tim had stupidly said they were 'tight'. "Moron," Dally muttered out loud. The rumours had made him wish even more that he could get even with Tim. Dally stretched and looked around for his shirt. He grabbed it and was about to put it on when he heard muffled cursing coming from below him. Dallas froze, instantly recognising the voice: it was Tim. Silently he stood up, tossing his shirt back on his bed. He opened the door as soundlessly as possible and crept down the stairs. Dally smirked as he edged closer to where Tim's voice was coming from. Revenge was gonna be sweet!
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Tim paced back and forth muttering curses. He was already pissed off at Dallas because of his tires. The kid would have to get in his way a second time! Tim wheeled about to face Buck once again. "I can't believe you would just give him all your money! Just like that! And you knew I'd be coming today!" Tim ranted. Buck yawned, already bored and much to sick for this scene. His gaze drifted past Tim as some movement caught his attention. He sat up suddenly, seeing Dally. Dallas was moving silently forward, his gaze fixed on the back of Tim's head.
"I mean really! Wouldn't take much to remember." Tim trailed off seeing Buck suddenly tense. Tim turned ever so slightly, following Buck's gaze.
He was instantly knocked off his feet as something hurled itself into his chest. Tim didn't even have time to cry out in surprise before he had the breath knocked out of him. Gasping, he clutched at his stomach where he had been hit. A fist connected solidly with his jaw and Tim winced, tasting blood. His attacker leapt off him, giving Tim the time to push himself up and catch a glimpse of the other.
"Dallas!" Tim gasped in fury.
"Tim! Good we know each other, now get off your ass and fight man!" Dally fairly spat the words out, his eyes glinting with anger.
Tim jumped to his feet a made a dash at Dallas. The two grappled for a minute before Dally was wrenched out roughly by Buck.
"Cut it out! You're giving me a worse headache!" Buck growled. He shoved Dally hard sending the boy sprawling onto the couch. Tim looked from one to the other, panting slightly from the fight. Dallas glared back at him while Buck had gone back to rubbing his head. Buck sighed. "Look if y'all want to fight take it out! I got enough mess around here to last a life."
A/N: PLEASE READ THIS!!!! First of all, thank you reviewers! The reviews are always inspiring. Just wondering, is there anyone out there who's reading this and would like to see the story go somewhere in particular at this point? If any of you have any ideas please!!!! I am begging for your input. If not I'll continue anyway. PS I will SO try to keep this story going as far as possible!