Mike scrambled to the parking lot for the ferry to Victoria's Island. He was in the car with a new girl, Kirsty or Christine or something, and he drove. She wasn't quiet, and he didn't like her that much. She didn't hold her own opinion. Like Des, she had an attitude problem. But with Destiny, it was one everyone could handle. This girl in the car couldn't control herself.
Mike was a three years older than Des, and they had known each other for years. He grew up next door to her. She was the crazy girl at school that you knew for sure had to be in an insane asylum by the time she was ten. When she got accepted into Hogwarts, they were still close, but Mike became depressed because shortly after his mom died. Instead of talking about it and trying to get through it, he turned to pot and cigarettes. Now he was 21, living in his own place, working with his best friend.
He knew that once she found their money, Craig would have no need for her. Craig had told him, while he was drunk once. Des couldn't find the money, or they would expose her.
He knew about her killing family. Her mom had left her when she was two. Her father, Marcus, was out for two felonies, and had already killed a cop. Marcus had taken it into his hands to take care of her. She grew up astray; smoking at 9, drinking at 11... her dad just didn't take very good care of her. The day she got accepted, Mike died. He waited weeks for his. It never came. That had pissed him off. He wasn't a normal person. Des had told him he was, but he never knew what she meant. Maybe she was right.
And there was that time, in the dead heat of summer, when D and Mike had played outside. They were 12 and 15, and he kissed her.
He wished she remembered that. It was so long ago.
As he turned the corner, he could smell the heat of that summer on him. He needed her.
****
Des drove along Fairport Boulevard, looking for the right shop. She radioed Brian and told him she'd meet him there. She parked the car and reached in the back for her purse. This was the only store that didn't have video cameras now a days. She asked for Devon at the counter.
In walked a tall, blonde haired ex-model. Standing bold and strong, he smiled at the small frame of Des.
"Long time since I've seen you."
"Devon. It has."
"Where have you been?" His intense blue eyes stood out when she looked at him.
"Around." He raised an eyebrow." Devon, I'm sorry. Things have just been moving so fast."
"Yeah yea that's what they all say. Come on. Let's go get you ready for your party. What kind of party is this?"
She smiled." House."
"Ooh. Ok."He grabbed a few clothes." Here's a good outfit."
He pulled out a jean mini and tank top.
"Devon? That looks great. Can you just grab me a few more things?"
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please R/R
Mike was a three years older than Des, and they had known each other for years. He grew up next door to her. She was the crazy girl at school that you knew for sure had to be in an insane asylum by the time she was ten. When she got accepted into Hogwarts, they were still close, but Mike became depressed because shortly after his mom died. Instead of talking about it and trying to get through it, he turned to pot and cigarettes. Now he was 21, living in his own place, working with his best friend.
He knew that once she found their money, Craig would have no need for her. Craig had told him, while he was drunk once. Des couldn't find the money, or they would expose her.
He knew about her killing family. Her mom had left her when she was two. Her father, Marcus, was out for two felonies, and had already killed a cop. Marcus had taken it into his hands to take care of her. She grew up astray; smoking at 9, drinking at 11... her dad just didn't take very good care of her. The day she got accepted, Mike died. He waited weeks for his. It never came. That had pissed him off. He wasn't a normal person. Des had told him he was, but he never knew what she meant. Maybe she was right.
And there was that time, in the dead heat of summer, when D and Mike had played outside. They were 12 and 15, and he kissed her.
He wished she remembered that. It was so long ago.
As he turned the corner, he could smell the heat of that summer on him. He needed her.
****
Des drove along Fairport Boulevard, looking for the right shop. She radioed Brian and told him she'd meet him there. She parked the car and reached in the back for her purse. This was the only store that didn't have video cameras now a days. She asked for Devon at the counter.
In walked a tall, blonde haired ex-model. Standing bold and strong, he smiled at the small frame of Des.
"Long time since I've seen you."
"Devon. It has."
"Where have you been?" His intense blue eyes stood out when she looked at him.
"Around." He raised an eyebrow." Devon, I'm sorry. Things have just been moving so fast."
"Yeah yea that's what they all say. Come on. Let's go get you ready for your party. What kind of party is this?"
She smiled." House."
"Ooh. Ok."He grabbed a few clothes." Here's a good outfit."
He pulled out a jean mini and tank top.
"Devon? That looks great. Can you just grab me a few more things?"
***
please R/R