A/N: Hey guys! Well, finally updated this story. I'm so sorry, but this story is hard for me to write for some damn reason. Oh well, at least I got it up. Don't worry, another is coming up in the next week sometime. :P
Summary: Dameon and Desiree have a little heart to heart on the way to South City.
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"How many times am I going to have to ask you to pay attention, Mr. Tuscon?"
Dameon grinned mischievously. "Oh I'd say at least two more times, ma'am." Mrs. Johnston puffed up like a large chicken as snickers of amusement passed around the classroom. The forty year old teacher placed her wrinkly hands upon her thin hips and pursed her lips together.
"I don't know what has got you all riled up, Mr. Tuscon, but it needs to stop now!"
Her shrill voice echoed throughout the entire classroom and the snickers ceased. Dameon didn't flinch a bit at the harshness of her tone. "Mrs. Johnston. I'm not trying to be disrespectful in any way…"
"Well thank you for your honesty but…"
"BUT, your lesson just doesn't interest me today and I don't think whatever has gotten me 'riled up' is going to stop unless you change your lesson plan and I mean quick."
The snickers bounded up again as Mrs. Johnston's eyes began to bulge within their sockets. "I suppose you feel like talking to Mr. Hansburry today, eh Dameon?" The dark haired teen grinned softly, his eyes flashing dangerously. "I don't feel like talking to anyone, IMiss JohnstonI."
He practically hissed the teacher's names and for some reason they chilled the entire class including Mrs. Johnston to the bone. She released the button to the office, her face rather pale. "Did you ring Mrs. Johnston?" came the cheery voice of the office assistant.
Dameon eyed the teacher warningly. "No dear…accidentally bumped the button." Dameon chuckled softly as the teacher's eyes darted away from his and back to the board. "Okay Mrs. Johnston," replied the intercom before silencing completely. For the rest of the hour, the class did not speak to Dameon or Mrs. Johnston.
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Desiree tapped her nails insistently upon the waxed desk as the clock neared four o'clock. Soon, very soon she'd be driving off to meet this mystery man, Gero. If he was what her dear brother had said, then they were saved from the cage of West City's schools and people.
"Hello? Earth to Desiree?"
The beautiful blonde turned to her friend and smiled slightly. "Sorry." The red head rolled her dark eyes, glaring softly. "I swear, you aren't yourself today Des."
Desiree sighed heavily, glancing at the clock once again. "Five minutes," she whispered softly as her friend gave up completely and turned to flirt with another boy. Desiree glanced at the door, praying that soon she'd be exiting it. Then he came in. She caught her breath as she scanned the room a moment before catching her eyes.
"Desiree Tuscon?"
She nodded slowly as he crossed the room smoothly. "Your mom called…she sent you her ATM card for your trip?" Desiree took the card from him as her friends studied her, news of her trip just now hitting their ears. Desiree smiled to him brightly. "Haven't I seen you around before?" Desiree nodded numbly.
"I'm Keith."
Desiree shook his outstretched hand. "So you're an office assistant?" Keith nodded releasing her baby soft hand which was unnaturally cold. "What are you doing this weekend?" Desiree smirked. "Nothing, why?" Keith wrote down his number hastily upon her notebook. "Call me sometime, alright?" Desiree nodded as the bell rang and then, amidst the rising crowd of sophomores, he was gone.
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"Bout time you got here."
Desiree glared at her brother as she climbed in the passenger side of his Camaro. Her bags were safely packed and her friends all knew the lie that her parents did as well as the school. By Friday they would be back home, and everything would be back to normal…hopefully.
Dameon peeled out, his tires squealing as a few girls who were head over heels for him screamed, hooting and waving. Dameon grinned as he peered into the rearview mirror. Desiree simply rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you like girls like that?" Her younger brother shrugged carelessly. "I can't help a little attention every once in awhile."
Desiree shook her head as his radio blared down the highway. A heavy metal beat droned into the blonde's ears as they neared the outskirts of West City. "Quit worrying."
She glanced at her brother as he took the exit out of town towards South City. "I'm not." Dameon crossed lanes at dangerous speeds, getting a few rude gestures from his fellow drivers. "Yes you are. You get very quiet when you're worried about something. Believe me, I know."
Desiree shrugged, switching the song on Dameon's car stereo. "I don't know about this. I mean, aren't you going to miss everyone?" Dameon shrugged with a thought. "Just someone."
"Dad?"
Dameon shook his head, jet black tresses falling about his shoulders.
"Mom?"
"No."
"Well who then?" asked Desiree with a slight frown. Dameon popped open his glove box to reveal three photos of a beauty that made even the beautiful Desiree gasp. In the first photo was a candid photo of a beautiful auburn haired girl about the twins' age. Her hair was a bit wavy and neared the lowest area of her back.
Her eyes were a deep amethyst and she was thin with all the right curves. She was sitting on Dameon's bed, looking at a book. Desiree recognized the book as one of her brother's favorites, The Shining. "Wow, who's that?" Dameon didn't reply as he turned onto the interstate.
The second photo was one that seemed to be shot while she posed. She sat on the hood of Dameon's car, resting on her elbows innocently. Her deep eyes sparkled with laughter yet her face was serious. Desiree glanced at her brother momentarily before flipping to the last photo which made her gasp.
It was a shot of her brother holding the girl protectively, his head resting in the crook of her slender neck with a smirk of mischief while she held his arms, grinning brightly with a flawless grin. "Who is she, Dameon?" Her brother sighed heavily, turning down the stereo a bit. "Fiona. She's from North-West High. I met her at the last football game when she was cheering." Desiree gave her brother an unbelieving look.
"A cheerleader?"
Dameon shrugged. "I've always been curious about them." Desiree rolled her eyes as she stuffed the photos back into their compartment. "Well, I'm impressed. Does she know that you're coming?" Dameon nodded. "I told her last night, she's meeting us there."
Desiree sighed a bit. She didn't mind her brother having a love interest, hell, she welcomed it. But had to do with there future and she didn't want some beauty queen to ruin it for him. "I know what your thinking, sister and she won't interfere." Desiree glared from the corner of her deep crystal eyes.
"She better not, Dameon."
Her brother rolled his eyes as he weaved in between four cars as they honked angrily at them. Dameon blared his radio and began to tap his steering wheel slightly, signaling that he was done talking. Desiree bobbed her head to the heavy beat as angry passengers drove by, glaring. She couldn't help but smile somewhat to her brother, which of course he ignored.
A/N: Well, I'm not going to just all the sudden go BOOM, they're androids, this is going to be a long fic so be prepared and just hang in there, okay? :P