I woke up to someone pounding my head with a rubber mallet. Wait, I just
had a fucking hell of a hangover. I winced at the blinding pain as I rolled
over onto my stomach. I buried my face in my pillow and remembered the
events of the previous evening.
Last night was wild. After I broke the news to him about us going home, Leon and I got so trashed that we ended up rolling around on the front lawn, laughing hysterically. We couldn't even get up so we slept on the lawn for a few hours. We woke up at around three and dragged ourselves inside the house and into our rooms where we promptly fell asleep until about two o'clock in the afternoon.
We slept most of the day away. I had slept in my clothes, so when I made my way into the bathroom that morning, I needed to remove my shorts, t- shirt, and bathing suit in order to shower. I stepped into the hot, steamy mist and let the droplets fall over my aching head and tired body. I lathered up a washcloth and quickly bathed; I washed and conditioned my hair next. After I was rinsed, I dried off and wrapped a fluffy towel around myself.
"Letty?" I heard Leon call from the next room.
"Yeah?"
"Are you up?"
"Nope, still sleeping, Le."
"Bitch." I chuckled at his last comment and exited the bathroom. I shut myself into my bedroom and opened my closet. I took a yellow halter-top that tied at the neck out of the closet and threw on a thong and baggy, navy blue Dickies. When I was dressed, I took a long look in the full- length mirror.
I had changed so much in the past year and a half. My hair grew down to my waist and was an even darker shade of black than when we left because my highlights grew out. My skin was so tan that it looked almost brown. I filled out a little more, grew a little bit of an ass from all those coconuts we've been eating. Dom may or may not recognize me, but as long as I recognized him, all would be good.
"Letty, can you bring me some Tylenol?" called Leon. Sighing, I walked back to the bathroom, filled a cup with water, and took a jar of pills out of the cabinet. I took them to Leon, who was lying shirtless in his bed with a pillow over his head.
"Here you go, shit-for-brains," I said, placing the water and pills on his nightstand.
"Thanks, Fucker-Fuckington." He struggled to sit up and when he was, he took the pills and rinsed them down with some water.
"What do you wanna do today? Wanna go to the realtor's office and cancel our rent?" he asked me.
"Fine with me." I didn't know the right time to break the news about Jesse to Leon, but I figured on the way to the airport would be a good time, since I was going to be driving.
Two hours later, Leon and I were back at our old house, packing up our personal belongings. Our furniture had come with the house, and so had most of the stuff in it, but we managed to get about five boxes, plus our duffel bags that we had packed the day Leon and I left for Hawaii, packed with clothes and stuff. While Leon taped up the boxes, I got on the phone to United Airlines, the only airline I had the number to.
"Aloha, United Airlines, how may I help you?" a woman asked after I tapped in the number.
"Yeah, hi. I'd like a one-way flight to Los Angeles for two people, as soon as possible." I heard computer keys clicking away.
"Okay, I'm showing two seats in First Class for six o'clock tonight."
"That's perfect!" I cried. "I'll take them."
"Name please?" I hesitated, and then remembered that O'Connor got us off the hook.
"Letty Rodriguez."
"And your credit card number and expiration date." I gave her the number and the date.
"Okay, Ms. Rodriguez. You may pick up your tickets inside the airport before your flight. Enjoy your trip," the woman told me.
"Thanks," I said. After I hung up, Leon strolled up to me.
"I'm done with the boxes. What time's our flight?" asked Leon, from under an extremely ugly bucket hat.
"Six. Let's get these boxes into the Cutlass and find someone to take the Iroc off our hands."
"Sure thing, boss." Leon smirked. I smacked the hell out of his arm and began to lift a box. Leon followed suit and within ten minutes all of our things that we were taking back to L.A. were loaded in the old wreck.
"That's the last of 'em," Leon announced as the last box went into the car.
"Great. Let's get rid of the Iroc."
"Wait, I wanna say goodbye to Olga!" whined Leon.
"Forget her, Le. You'll never see her again!" I was starting to get irritated with him.
"Fine," Leon mumbled. He was probly gonna sulk the entire time. I ended up being wrong - I guess she really didn't mean anything to him, after all. Ha!
With an hour to get to the airport and sell the Iroc, Leon and I locked the house and put the key next to the door. The rent person was coming to pick it up before six, but Leon and I wanted to be out of there. Before we had locked up, we made sure that nothing of ours was left. There was even still food in the refrigerator!
Leon, dressed in a white wife beater, baggy blue jeans, and that hideous hat, was in front of me in the Cutlass. I saw him pulling to a stop in front of a group of teenage boys along the side of our street. I pulled up beside him and got out to join him in front of the boys.
"Hey, boys. I know that you'd like a car, so this Iroc Camaro could be yours for only.two hundred bucks. The ladies would dig it. Whaddya say?" Leon dealed. I stood next to him in my yellow halter-top and Dickies. The boys looked somewhat interested, and one even went over to the Camaro to check it out.
"It runs like a dream," I piped up. "With a little work."
"We got one seventy-five." A fat kid jumped down from the fence he was sitting on and stood in front of Leon and I.
"Sold!" Leon shouted. The kid happily handed over the cash (though Lord knows where the hell those boys acquired such a large lump sum) and Leon handed over the keys. I quickly retrieved my cell phone from the front seat and Leon and I jumped into the Cutlass. The boys all seemed to want to be the one to drive it, but eventually the fat kid started it up and the boys piled into the backseat. They drove off happily.
I started up the Cutlass and Leon and I drove off toward the airport.
Last night was wild. After I broke the news to him about us going home, Leon and I got so trashed that we ended up rolling around on the front lawn, laughing hysterically. We couldn't even get up so we slept on the lawn for a few hours. We woke up at around three and dragged ourselves inside the house and into our rooms where we promptly fell asleep until about two o'clock in the afternoon.
We slept most of the day away. I had slept in my clothes, so when I made my way into the bathroom that morning, I needed to remove my shorts, t- shirt, and bathing suit in order to shower. I stepped into the hot, steamy mist and let the droplets fall over my aching head and tired body. I lathered up a washcloth and quickly bathed; I washed and conditioned my hair next. After I was rinsed, I dried off and wrapped a fluffy towel around myself.
"Letty?" I heard Leon call from the next room.
"Yeah?"
"Are you up?"
"Nope, still sleeping, Le."
"Bitch." I chuckled at his last comment and exited the bathroom. I shut myself into my bedroom and opened my closet. I took a yellow halter-top that tied at the neck out of the closet and threw on a thong and baggy, navy blue Dickies. When I was dressed, I took a long look in the full- length mirror.
I had changed so much in the past year and a half. My hair grew down to my waist and was an even darker shade of black than when we left because my highlights grew out. My skin was so tan that it looked almost brown. I filled out a little more, grew a little bit of an ass from all those coconuts we've been eating. Dom may or may not recognize me, but as long as I recognized him, all would be good.
"Letty, can you bring me some Tylenol?" called Leon. Sighing, I walked back to the bathroom, filled a cup with water, and took a jar of pills out of the cabinet. I took them to Leon, who was lying shirtless in his bed with a pillow over his head.
"Here you go, shit-for-brains," I said, placing the water and pills on his nightstand.
"Thanks, Fucker-Fuckington." He struggled to sit up and when he was, he took the pills and rinsed them down with some water.
"What do you wanna do today? Wanna go to the realtor's office and cancel our rent?" he asked me.
"Fine with me." I didn't know the right time to break the news about Jesse to Leon, but I figured on the way to the airport would be a good time, since I was going to be driving.
Two hours later, Leon and I were back at our old house, packing up our personal belongings. Our furniture had come with the house, and so had most of the stuff in it, but we managed to get about five boxes, plus our duffel bags that we had packed the day Leon and I left for Hawaii, packed with clothes and stuff. While Leon taped up the boxes, I got on the phone to United Airlines, the only airline I had the number to.
"Aloha, United Airlines, how may I help you?" a woman asked after I tapped in the number.
"Yeah, hi. I'd like a one-way flight to Los Angeles for two people, as soon as possible." I heard computer keys clicking away.
"Okay, I'm showing two seats in First Class for six o'clock tonight."
"That's perfect!" I cried. "I'll take them."
"Name please?" I hesitated, and then remembered that O'Connor got us off the hook.
"Letty Rodriguez."
"And your credit card number and expiration date." I gave her the number and the date.
"Okay, Ms. Rodriguez. You may pick up your tickets inside the airport before your flight. Enjoy your trip," the woman told me.
"Thanks," I said. After I hung up, Leon strolled up to me.
"I'm done with the boxes. What time's our flight?" asked Leon, from under an extremely ugly bucket hat.
"Six. Let's get these boxes into the Cutlass and find someone to take the Iroc off our hands."
"Sure thing, boss." Leon smirked. I smacked the hell out of his arm and began to lift a box. Leon followed suit and within ten minutes all of our things that we were taking back to L.A. were loaded in the old wreck.
"That's the last of 'em," Leon announced as the last box went into the car.
"Great. Let's get rid of the Iroc."
"Wait, I wanna say goodbye to Olga!" whined Leon.
"Forget her, Le. You'll never see her again!" I was starting to get irritated with him.
"Fine," Leon mumbled. He was probly gonna sulk the entire time. I ended up being wrong - I guess she really didn't mean anything to him, after all. Ha!
With an hour to get to the airport and sell the Iroc, Leon and I locked the house and put the key next to the door. The rent person was coming to pick it up before six, but Leon and I wanted to be out of there. Before we had locked up, we made sure that nothing of ours was left. There was even still food in the refrigerator!
Leon, dressed in a white wife beater, baggy blue jeans, and that hideous hat, was in front of me in the Cutlass. I saw him pulling to a stop in front of a group of teenage boys along the side of our street. I pulled up beside him and got out to join him in front of the boys.
"Hey, boys. I know that you'd like a car, so this Iroc Camaro could be yours for only.two hundred bucks. The ladies would dig it. Whaddya say?" Leon dealed. I stood next to him in my yellow halter-top and Dickies. The boys looked somewhat interested, and one even went over to the Camaro to check it out.
"It runs like a dream," I piped up. "With a little work."
"We got one seventy-five." A fat kid jumped down from the fence he was sitting on and stood in front of Leon and I.
"Sold!" Leon shouted. The kid happily handed over the cash (though Lord knows where the hell those boys acquired such a large lump sum) and Leon handed over the keys. I quickly retrieved my cell phone from the front seat and Leon and I jumped into the Cutlass. The boys all seemed to want to be the one to drive it, but eventually the fat kid started it up and the boys piled into the backseat. They drove off happily.
I started up the Cutlass and Leon and I drove off toward the airport.
