Again, days had gone by and Twitty had not even attempted to get into contact with Randy. He was just sure that she had forgotten him completely. He was acting completely miserable, which was absolutely awful. When he got into this mode, it was like he was in oblivion. All shred of enthusiasm had been striped from him.
He currently stood in the drive way of the Stevens's. His mom was tired of him moping around and told him to go and have some fun. Louis responded to this by offering some one on one. This wasn't going so great.
" Hey Twitty, you have a shot. What do you say?" Louis said as he threw it at the distraught teen. The ball soared threw the air and smacked the boy right in the side of the head. There was no real reaction to it though. The only thing that came out of it was an, "ow, man, watch it," in a emotionless sort of down and out way.
"Okay, I am done with seeing you like this man. You can't just assume that something is wrong with her if you won't go see. Now I know how happy she makes you and the other way around, and well, I'm doing this for the good of you and possibly your sanity," Louis said as he grabbed Twitty by the upper part of his arm.
" Where are you taking me, Lou man?" Twitty asked in a whiney tone.
" I'm taking you to Angels," Louis said, "I'm tired of all this,"
" No, I don't wanna," Twitty complained.
"Its for your own good, buddy. Now here we go,"
It took longer than the normal five minutes to get to the shop. This was due to Twitty's dragging feet. Once they were outside the door, Louis gave him a nudge to go inside.
" I don't want to talk to her," Twitty said in a low tone. Randy's feet stuck out from under Matt's Pontiac GTO. None of her family was insight, except for Charlie, who was in his office with the door closed, talking on the phone.
"You're going. Now," Louis said. Twitty, finally gave in and walked over to where Randy lay atop the black creeper.
" Is that my baby boy's feet I see?" Randy said as she slid out from under the car. Twitty had never seen her look more sexy. Her face all smudged with automotive grease and her deep eyes looking up through her hair at him.
"We need to talk," Twitty said in a deep and sort of dark tone. She sat up, straddling the dolly beneath her, and implied that he should do the same. He slowly wiped the hair from his face and then did the same to her.
" Do I make you happy? Honestly," he finally said to her.
" Yes. More than anything ever in this world could come close to," she said with vigor.
" Then what is it with you and that other guy?" Twitty said kinda loudly.
" What other guy," Randy said with a look of confusion on her face.
" That Johnny Angel looking guy I saw you hugged up on outside the shop four days ago," Twitty said.
Randy looked as though she were searching her mind to who this person may be. She furrowed her eyebrows and inhaled abruptly. " Wait just a minute. Hold up," she said.
"What?" Twitty asked angrily.
" This guy? Is this the guy that's about five foot eight, dark brown hair, icy blue eyes like Matt's?" she asked.
" Yes, why? Is there more than one?" Twitty said in a high pitched tone.
"Twitty, that guy?" Randy said.
" Yeah, what about him?"
" That's my brother, Jordan," Randy said, with her deep Miami attitude showing.
" You're…you're brother?" Twitty said in disbelief and grabbed hold of her and kissed her hard. He pulled away from her smiling.
" That was a little bit ow," Randy said with a laugh, " You should come meet him. I know he wants to finally see you,"
