Summary: Regrets
(Little recap)
Desiree thought for weeks, yet no resolution came to mind. The twins worked throughout the weeks effortlessly. Paychecks rolled in and the two had everything they desired. All Desiree could figure was that the girl was bad news. Sadly enough, Dameon was the only one who couldn't see the trouble it was causing him. Work didn't suffer at all, yet his school did and without the substantial grades, Gero couldn't finish their high school credits.
"Talk to him, you're the only one he listens to."
Desiree stared into her mother's eyes. "He might listen but who says he's going to take it seriously?" Her mother sighed heavily, scratching her scalp in thought. "Just try Desiree...you're the only who can get to him." Desiree crossed her arms across her chest as her mother exited the kitchen. She debated whether now was the appropriate time or not. "What are you doing home on a Friday night?" She turned to her blonde father. Age hadn't seemed to catch up to either of her parents for nearly ten years now and Desiree was proud to have him as a father.
"Mom wants me to talk to Dameon."
Her father popped open a soda, kicking the silver fridge shut with his foot. "It's about that girl, huh?" Desiree nodded, taking a sip of her own soda. Mr. Tuscon sat down on a chair and thought a moment. "What do you think about it?" Desiree sat down beside him. "That this girl is going to ruin everything we've built up together...and that I was right." Her father frowned. "How were you right?" Desiree sighed. "I told him this girl would cause trouble but he just got defensive."
"Defensive about what?"
The two turned to find Dameon standing in the doorway in just a pair of jeans. Desiree could smell the fresh scent of shampoo as his jet black hair lay wet against him. Desiree bit her lip. "I'm going outside." Desiree nodded as her father walked out of the room. The two sat there in silence for awhile, a common noise about the house was just this and they had easily gotten used to it. Desiree continued to stare at the soda as she whispered, "You remember sitting on the porch when we were little? Talking about the future?" Dameon nodded, leaning against the doorway.
"And you remember how ambitious you were...how WE were?"
Again he nodded. Desiree looked away from the soda can. "You've changed Dameon." He frowned, becoming rigid as usual. He waited for her to explain her point. "Ever since you and Fiona slept together...and I know you have...you've become...distant." Dameon let out a small chortle. "Haven't I always been 'distant' Desiree?" He crossed the room, his lean figure on the defensive.
"Haven't all my teachers always commented on how 'distant' I seemed in class? If you think I've changed...I'd take a look in the mirror."
Desiree glared. "So you're trying to say that I'm the one that's changed?" Dameon shrugged. "Ever since you got that position at Gero's, you've been acting like Miss High n' Mighty." Desiree rose up. "If it weren't for that damn cheerleader we'd be in higher positions as it is...you won't stop thinking with your dick for five minutes to concentrate in school." Dameon snarled. "Oh like your miss perfect?"
Desiree pushed in her chair. "Shut up, Dameon. I'm going to bed. I have work tomorrow and hopefully you do too!" She stormed up the stairs with her brother at her heels. "So what, Desiree? What did your little speech achieve?" he growled as she reached her door. She stared at him with teary eyes. "I'm so sick of you! I don't know what the hell that girl is telling you but damn it!" She glanced away before regaining control of the tears stinging her cerulean eyes. "I want my brother back." With that she slammed the door shut.
Dameon hit his fist against it angrily. "Fuck you, Desiree! You're just jealous!" He crossed the hall and down the stairs to jump in his car for Fiona's.
"Where is he going?" snapped Meryl. Desiree shrugged. "Probably to Fiona's." Meryl let out a sigh. She tossed a beige envelope to Desiree. "It came this morning...it's your latest test scores." Desiree stared at her mother. "I didn't open it, if that's what you're thinking. I figured you'd want to open it...together." Desiree shook her head. "I'll open it."
She lifted the thick paper pulled out the several sheets of letters and scoring rubrics. She read for a few moments before setting down the sheets. "Well?" whispered Meryl, looping an arm around her daughter's shoulders. Desiree grinned. "We got in. Gero cleared us." Meryl frowned. "But...but all of Dameon's teachers...they said he was failing, that the test couldn't help him one bit!" Desiree shrugged. "I guess it did." Meryl smiled. "Congradulations honey." Desiree nodded before her mother's weight lifted from the bed. "Night dear," said her mother. Desiree nodded to her mother before rising up.
Gently, she set the letter on Dameon's desk before retreating back to her room for another, bizarre dream...
"Hurry up, we haven't got all day!" she snapped. Her brother smirked, holding the struggling man by his throat. "Just kill him already," she barked. She watched as her brother snapped the man's throat in two and suprisingly, she felt nothing but relief. Now she could go shopping...
Desiree awoke with a jolt as she stared at the ceiling. "Jesus Christ," she whispered, wiping the cold sweat from her brow.
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"I'm not so sure about this, Grandfather."
Gero looked to his bright granddaughter. "Fiona, relax. You said that you didn't like him that much anyway." Fiona didn't reply as she typed in a few codes. "What if I do?" Gero frowned, setting down the latest reports Desiree had typed him. "Fiona, you can't back out now. We're too far ahead. By next week they'll be ready." Fiona shook her head. "Yes we can! We can find another group...hell, stupid people will work fine!"
Gero shook his head. "No...these two are the ones. I already have the proto-type over there." Fiona glanced to the freak lying in a capsule. He reminded her oddly of a mime and it gave her the chills. Soon her Dameon would be like that, a mindless freak who obeyed her power hungry grandfather. She popped open a silver locket with the photo of a middle-aged man with a auburn brown beard.
'I don't know if I can follow him Daddy,' she thought, shutting the locket quickly. "Come Fiona, just a few more codes and we can go home." The beauty nodded before shutting off the light that glowed upon the mime-like creature. "I don't know why you insist on having that THING in here all the time. They're bound to see it eventually." Gero smiled. "Don't be so paranoid, Fiona. Why don't you go home early, eh? The day's activities must have worn you out." She nodded, setting back down a clipboard.
"See you tomorrow at the same time?" Fiona looked up. "Okay. Bye Grandfather." He grinned, "G'night Fiona." She shut the door behind her and let out a small chirp to see a very familiar Camaro pull into the parking lot. He slammed the door shut and walked up to her. "Dameon?" she questioned. He pressed her against the building. "I don't care why you're here," he whispered between heated lips. Fiona let out a mental sigh of relief.
"What about you?" she whispered after a breath taking kiss. He nipped her lower lip, pinning her arms above her head. "Who cares?" he panted before kissing her again. Fiona melt against his chest as his sexy chuckle rumbled throughout his chest and hers. She pushed him away abruptly. "Dameon...we can't here," she whispered. He stared. "You never cared before," he hissed. Fiona shook her head. "I...you've got work tomorrow...you better go." Dameon glared before storming off to his car. The radio blarred and he sped off at an unnatural speed.
Fiona wiped away her lips, forgetting his kisses. She glanced to her car before walking to it with an unsteady pace. She wanted more than anything to be with him at that moment. She shook her head...there was no way that she could make love to him once again and pretend not to love him. With her grandfather's plans, emotions would ruin everything. She let out a shaky sigh. She pulled down the lane and tried to forget it all, pretending that she wasn't left with the responsibility of baby-sitting her only relative.
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A/N: Hmmm....:P
(Little recap)
Desiree thought for weeks, yet no resolution came to mind. The twins worked throughout the weeks effortlessly. Paychecks rolled in and the two had everything they desired. All Desiree could figure was that the girl was bad news. Sadly enough, Dameon was the only one who couldn't see the trouble it was causing him. Work didn't suffer at all, yet his school did and without the substantial grades, Gero couldn't finish their high school credits.
"Talk to him, you're the only one he listens to."
Desiree stared into her mother's eyes. "He might listen but who says he's going to take it seriously?" Her mother sighed heavily, scratching her scalp in thought. "Just try Desiree...you're the only who can get to him." Desiree crossed her arms across her chest as her mother exited the kitchen. She debated whether now was the appropriate time or not. "What are you doing home on a Friday night?" She turned to her blonde father. Age hadn't seemed to catch up to either of her parents for nearly ten years now and Desiree was proud to have him as a father.
"Mom wants me to talk to Dameon."
Her father popped open a soda, kicking the silver fridge shut with his foot. "It's about that girl, huh?" Desiree nodded, taking a sip of her own soda. Mr. Tuscon sat down on a chair and thought a moment. "What do you think about it?" Desiree sat down beside him. "That this girl is going to ruin everything we've built up together...and that I was right." Her father frowned. "How were you right?" Desiree sighed. "I told him this girl would cause trouble but he just got defensive."
"Defensive about what?"
The two turned to find Dameon standing in the doorway in just a pair of jeans. Desiree could smell the fresh scent of shampoo as his jet black hair lay wet against him. Desiree bit her lip. "I'm going outside." Desiree nodded as her father walked out of the room. The two sat there in silence for awhile, a common noise about the house was just this and they had easily gotten used to it. Desiree continued to stare at the soda as she whispered, "You remember sitting on the porch when we were little? Talking about the future?" Dameon nodded, leaning against the doorway.
"And you remember how ambitious you were...how WE were?"
Again he nodded. Desiree looked away from the soda can. "You've changed Dameon." He frowned, becoming rigid as usual. He waited for her to explain her point. "Ever since you and Fiona slept together...and I know you have...you've become...distant." Dameon let out a small chortle. "Haven't I always been 'distant' Desiree?" He crossed the room, his lean figure on the defensive.
"Haven't all my teachers always commented on how 'distant' I seemed in class? If you think I've changed...I'd take a look in the mirror."
Desiree glared. "So you're trying to say that I'm the one that's changed?" Dameon shrugged. "Ever since you got that position at Gero's, you've been acting like Miss High n' Mighty." Desiree rose up. "If it weren't for that damn cheerleader we'd be in higher positions as it is...you won't stop thinking with your dick for five minutes to concentrate in school." Dameon snarled. "Oh like your miss perfect?"
Desiree pushed in her chair. "Shut up, Dameon. I'm going to bed. I have work tomorrow and hopefully you do too!" She stormed up the stairs with her brother at her heels. "So what, Desiree? What did your little speech achieve?" he growled as she reached her door. She stared at him with teary eyes. "I'm so sick of you! I don't know what the hell that girl is telling you but damn it!" She glanced away before regaining control of the tears stinging her cerulean eyes. "I want my brother back." With that she slammed the door shut.
Dameon hit his fist against it angrily. "Fuck you, Desiree! You're just jealous!" He crossed the hall and down the stairs to jump in his car for Fiona's.
"Where is he going?" snapped Meryl. Desiree shrugged. "Probably to Fiona's." Meryl let out a sigh. She tossed a beige envelope to Desiree. "It came this morning...it's your latest test scores." Desiree stared at her mother. "I didn't open it, if that's what you're thinking. I figured you'd want to open it...together." Desiree shook her head. "I'll open it."
She lifted the thick paper pulled out the several sheets of letters and scoring rubrics. She read for a few moments before setting down the sheets. "Well?" whispered Meryl, looping an arm around her daughter's shoulders. Desiree grinned. "We got in. Gero cleared us." Meryl frowned. "But...but all of Dameon's teachers...they said he was failing, that the test couldn't help him one bit!" Desiree shrugged. "I guess it did." Meryl smiled. "Congradulations honey." Desiree nodded before her mother's weight lifted from the bed. "Night dear," said her mother. Desiree nodded to her mother before rising up.
Gently, she set the letter on Dameon's desk before retreating back to her room for another, bizarre dream...
"Hurry up, we haven't got all day!" she snapped. Her brother smirked, holding the struggling man by his throat. "Just kill him already," she barked. She watched as her brother snapped the man's throat in two and suprisingly, she felt nothing but relief. Now she could go shopping...
Desiree awoke with a jolt as she stared at the ceiling. "Jesus Christ," she whispered, wiping the cold sweat from her brow.
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"I'm not so sure about this, Grandfather."
Gero looked to his bright granddaughter. "Fiona, relax. You said that you didn't like him that much anyway." Fiona didn't reply as she typed in a few codes. "What if I do?" Gero frowned, setting down the latest reports Desiree had typed him. "Fiona, you can't back out now. We're too far ahead. By next week they'll be ready." Fiona shook her head. "Yes we can! We can find another group...hell, stupid people will work fine!"
Gero shook his head. "No...these two are the ones. I already have the proto-type over there." Fiona glanced to the freak lying in a capsule. He reminded her oddly of a mime and it gave her the chills. Soon her Dameon would be like that, a mindless freak who obeyed her power hungry grandfather. She popped open a silver locket with the photo of a middle-aged man with a auburn brown beard.
'I don't know if I can follow him Daddy,' she thought, shutting the locket quickly. "Come Fiona, just a few more codes and we can go home." The beauty nodded before shutting off the light that glowed upon the mime-like creature. "I don't know why you insist on having that THING in here all the time. They're bound to see it eventually." Gero smiled. "Don't be so paranoid, Fiona. Why don't you go home early, eh? The day's activities must have worn you out." She nodded, setting back down a clipboard.
"See you tomorrow at the same time?" Fiona looked up. "Okay. Bye Grandfather." He grinned, "G'night Fiona." She shut the door behind her and let out a small chirp to see a very familiar Camaro pull into the parking lot. He slammed the door shut and walked up to her. "Dameon?" she questioned. He pressed her against the building. "I don't care why you're here," he whispered between heated lips. Fiona let out a mental sigh of relief.
"What about you?" she whispered after a breath taking kiss. He nipped her lower lip, pinning her arms above her head. "Who cares?" he panted before kissing her again. Fiona melt against his chest as his sexy chuckle rumbled throughout his chest and hers. She pushed him away abruptly. "Dameon...we can't here," she whispered. He stared. "You never cared before," he hissed. Fiona shook her head. "I...you've got work tomorrow...you better go." Dameon glared before storming off to his car. The radio blarred and he sped off at an unnatural speed.
Fiona wiped away her lips, forgetting his kisses. She glanced to her car before walking to it with an unsteady pace. She wanted more than anything to be with him at that moment. She shook her head...there was no way that she could make love to him once again and pretend not to love him. With her grandfather's plans, emotions would ruin everything. She let out a shaky sigh. She pulled down the lane and tried to forget it all, pretending that she wasn't left with the responsibility of baby-sitting her only relative.
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A/N: Hmmm....:P