"Jordan?" Randy said as she led Alan by the hand. Jordan was sitting on the pull-out bed, looking at a booklet for classes he needed to take.

"What?" he asked, not really paying attention.

"Someone here wants to meet you,"

Jordan snapped his head up, revealing that signature James look.  His labret was pierced with a tiny silver bar and his hair was a brown color with a few blonde streaks, seemingly from the sun, running through them and down to just below his chin.   He jumped up and offered Twitty his hand.

"So this is the guy whose ass I need to kick?" Jordan laughed, "Great to finally meet 'such a hottie',"

Twitty turned a little red and shot a look at Randy.  She pushed on his shoulder and flopped on the bed and picked up her acoustic bass guitar.

"Where did you find that?" Twitty asked.

"It took me three years, but I finally found the one I wanted in a little music shop outside of Vegas,"

"I didn't even know they existed,"

"I learned from Gene Simmons. You just need to pay more attention to things Alan babe,"

"Have you told him yet?" Jordan asked Randy very quiet and gently.  Twitty already could tell he was a lot different from Matt.  His eyes were kinder and his smile softer.  Although, by the tone and definition of the boy's arms and shoulder muscles, it was assured that he could hold his own.

There was a silence that broke over the room, save for the sound of Randy off handedly playing.  She stared ahead, blankly.  It was like whatever it was that she had to tell would kill her heart if he reacted to them wrong.

She already said she loved him and she freaked out more than he did.  What if she was going to take it back? Nah, that couldn't be it.

"Randy?" Jordan asked of her.

She inhaled deep and slowly and let it out in a sigh. She threw the guitar to Jordan and got up and stood before Twitty with her arms crossed and her eyes down cast.

"Let's go to my room to do this," she said in a low, deep tone.

They walked down to the end of the thirty foot hallway. Randy slowly opened the door and leaned against it once they both were inside.

"Tell me what's wrong," Twitty said.  He was scared.

"In two weeks babe, I'm going to Chicago. Jordan and me are meeting up with Dave there,"

"What? For a rally or something?"

"No," Randy replied as she went to sit on the edge of her bed.  Her eyes were still down cast. 

"Then why?"

"To live, for four months,"

"No. No. Why?"  Twitty asked his hands on his head.

"To get away," Randy answered.

"From what?" Twitty asked irately.

Randy went to her window and lit a cigarette.  She just stared out the window and blew out the gray cloud. Twitty went and snatched the cigarette away from her. His eyes were fierce and angry.

"You tell me what you're running from!"

"Don't you dare talk to me like that Alan Twitty!  You got no damn right to talk to me ever like that.  No one does," Randy yelled as she stood up and pointed her finger towards his face.  Anyone could tell that you didn't want to play with that fire.  She, like her brother, was a force to be recoded with.

"Just tell me why,"

"Why? Why! Because I don't feel like dealing with my crack head ma," Randy said.

Twitty arched his eyebrow and purged his mouth for words to formed, but failed somewhat.

"I didn't….." he said.

"I know.  There are a lot of things that you don't know of my past because I don't like it when you make that face,"

Her eyes broke to just pure emotion from pure hate.  She shook her head and sighed.

"I'm sorry," she said," The only option I have is to start living with Jordan and he's going to Chicago to take  classes so he can get ahead of the game so he can start med-school here a year before normal,"

"Very resilient, your brother,"

"He graduated high school when he was sixteen by taking classes correspondently at night and in the summer, so what do you think?"

*

It was several hours later.  Randy, Twitty, and Jordan were al in her room.  Twitty could already see that he could get past the slight fear of not getting Jordan's approval. He also knew that they'd probably get along just fine.

Twitty pleaded for Randy to come back to the Connection.  She just shook her head slowly and said she couldn't. It wasn't her place.

"The only reason I got in on it was to spend time with you and Tawny.  It's not letting me have the creative freedom I need," Randy said, "I can't take Ren telling me how to do my art.  I'm not allowed to play things I write nor will they let listen to my ideas that I have to improve what they've written.  I can't work like that," 

Twitty shrugged and made that face Randy hated.  She sighed and hid her face in Jordan's shoulder.  Jordan only shrugged as well and began to suck on his bottom lip, which cased the bar to stick out.

"So," Twitty asked, "Did that hurt?"

"He laughed the whole time.  Of course, he was a little disoriented from the Bike Week activity," 

"The best I can describe it is to say it was like getting a shot that goes all the way through," Jordan answered.

"Do you want one of your own Alan babe?" Randy asked.

"My sister, corrupter of the innocent,"