Oh my God thanks to the people who reviewed. It means so much. I don't live
in LA or California and the geography I am using is from a 20-year-old
encyclopaedia and a Hollywood/LA map I got free with Empire magazine so
excuse me if it is wrong.
Chapter 3
Sandy and Reighn drove along the Pacific Coast Freeway in his jeep.
"Seriously Sandy you don't have to do this." Reighn said.
He kept his eyes on the road as he spoke. "Reighn you're a good kid. You deserve a break."
"Are you sure your wife will be cool with this?"
"Yeah it's not the first time I brought home a client."
Reighn looked out the window. "So you live in Orange County?"
"Yeah."
"You don't sound like you're from LA."
"I'm from the Bronx."
"Really? In New York?" She seemed surprised.
"Really."
"How come you moved out here?"
"I like the sun" he answered succinctly.
She laughed. "Fair enough. What part of Orange County you guys live in?"
"Newport Beach."
"Holy crap. Are you shitting me?"
He laughed, amused by her reaction. "No."
"No offence Sandy but don't you got to be really rich to live there. I mean you're a public defender."
"My wife is 'really rich'." He mimicked her tone.
They lapsed into silence again. "You know you can put on a CD if you want." He reached over and pulled a CD holder out of the glove compartment. He tossed it in her lap. She began flicking through them.
"So street racing huh?" Sandy began.
"Yeah" she muttered still looking through the CDs. She didn't notice that he wanted her to elaborate. She chose a CD, put it in the player and pressed play. The opening chords of Lynyrd Skynyrd's 'Sweet Home Alabama' blared from the jeep's speakers.
Sandy chuckled. "I didn't take you for a Lynyrd Skynyrd kind of girl."
"Funny I didn't take you for a Celine Dion kind of guy." She retorted instantly holding up the CD.
He cleared his throat. "That's my wife's."
She nodded clearly not believing a word he was saying.
They drove along for a while with Lynyrd Skynyrd playing. Reighn reached forward suddenly and popped in a different CD. The Beach Boys blasted from the speakers.
"Now this is my kind of music" Sandy commented. He tried again. "So you used to street race?"
"Not me really. My brother used to. He was King of the Streets man. Everyone tried to beat him, nobody could."
"But on your record it says you were arrested for street racing."
"Oh that was just small time stuff compared to what Dom used to do. Sometimes after school me and Jess would go down to USC and try to get people to drag for a couple hundred bucks. And those big macho college dudes would always think they could beat us, so they'd lay down the cash and lose. They would get pissed off. And once one of the guys tried to beat up Jesse and the cops were called. So the college guy is goin' to the cop these guys hustled us out of money by street racing so the cops arrested us. But then me and Jess told the cop how he'd tried to beat up Jess. So he was arrested for street racing and assault. That was a good day."
That was the most Sandy had ever heard Reighn say altogether at once. He wanted her to talk more about her family and past but he didn't want to push her.
"So is Jesse your best friend?" he asked tentatively.
She paused as if she knew what Sandy was thinking. "Was" she answered shortly.
"Was?" he asked.
He got no response. She just kept staring out the window, tapping her foot to the music. They kept driving along and Sandy took the turnoff for Newport Beach. Reighn watched as they passed by all the beautiful houses in the expensive area. They kept driving until they reached a cream house at the top of a hill. Sandy pulled his jeep into the driveway.
"Welcome to Casa de Cohen."
The house was immense and striking. Sandy got out. Reighn followed him.
"You should probably wait here until I come get you."
He then bounded up the steps to the large house, briefcase in hand.
"Dorothy you are so not in Kansas anymore" Reighn muttered to herself.
Okay please review and I'm sorry it's so short. But in chapter 4 she meets Ryan and Seth and Kirsten (finally!) And I have that written out already so it should go up during the week. Thanks!
Chapter 3
Sandy and Reighn drove along the Pacific Coast Freeway in his jeep.
"Seriously Sandy you don't have to do this." Reighn said.
He kept his eyes on the road as he spoke. "Reighn you're a good kid. You deserve a break."
"Are you sure your wife will be cool with this?"
"Yeah it's not the first time I brought home a client."
Reighn looked out the window. "So you live in Orange County?"
"Yeah."
"You don't sound like you're from LA."
"I'm from the Bronx."
"Really? In New York?" She seemed surprised.
"Really."
"How come you moved out here?"
"I like the sun" he answered succinctly.
She laughed. "Fair enough. What part of Orange County you guys live in?"
"Newport Beach."
"Holy crap. Are you shitting me?"
He laughed, amused by her reaction. "No."
"No offence Sandy but don't you got to be really rich to live there. I mean you're a public defender."
"My wife is 'really rich'." He mimicked her tone.
They lapsed into silence again. "You know you can put on a CD if you want." He reached over and pulled a CD holder out of the glove compartment. He tossed it in her lap. She began flicking through them.
"So street racing huh?" Sandy began.
"Yeah" she muttered still looking through the CDs. She didn't notice that he wanted her to elaborate. She chose a CD, put it in the player and pressed play. The opening chords of Lynyrd Skynyrd's 'Sweet Home Alabama' blared from the jeep's speakers.
Sandy chuckled. "I didn't take you for a Lynyrd Skynyrd kind of girl."
"Funny I didn't take you for a Celine Dion kind of guy." She retorted instantly holding up the CD.
He cleared his throat. "That's my wife's."
She nodded clearly not believing a word he was saying.
They drove along for a while with Lynyrd Skynyrd playing. Reighn reached forward suddenly and popped in a different CD. The Beach Boys blasted from the speakers.
"Now this is my kind of music" Sandy commented. He tried again. "So you used to street race?"
"Not me really. My brother used to. He was King of the Streets man. Everyone tried to beat him, nobody could."
"But on your record it says you were arrested for street racing."
"Oh that was just small time stuff compared to what Dom used to do. Sometimes after school me and Jess would go down to USC and try to get people to drag for a couple hundred bucks. And those big macho college dudes would always think they could beat us, so they'd lay down the cash and lose. They would get pissed off. And once one of the guys tried to beat up Jesse and the cops were called. So the college guy is goin' to the cop these guys hustled us out of money by street racing so the cops arrested us. But then me and Jess told the cop how he'd tried to beat up Jess. So he was arrested for street racing and assault. That was a good day."
That was the most Sandy had ever heard Reighn say altogether at once. He wanted her to talk more about her family and past but he didn't want to push her.
"So is Jesse your best friend?" he asked tentatively.
She paused as if she knew what Sandy was thinking. "Was" she answered shortly.
"Was?" he asked.
He got no response. She just kept staring out the window, tapping her foot to the music. They kept driving along and Sandy took the turnoff for Newport Beach. Reighn watched as they passed by all the beautiful houses in the expensive area. They kept driving until they reached a cream house at the top of a hill. Sandy pulled his jeep into the driveway.
"Welcome to Casa de Cohen."
The house was immense and striking. Sandy got out. Reighn followed him.
"You should probably wait here until I come get you."
He then bounded up the steps to the large house, briefcase in hand.
"Dorothy you are so not in Kansas anymore" Reighn muttered to herself.
Okay please review and I'm sorry it's so short. But in chapter 4 she meets Ryan and Seth and Kirsten (finally!) And I have that written out already so it should go up during the week. Thanks!