"Hey Mike" I shaked his shoulders lightly and when he simply groaned and turned over in his bed his back to me I started to shake him harder.
"I'm sleeping…" he jerked away from my grip "…fuck of" Suddenly he made a noise and flew out of bed, pushing passed me out in the hall. I heard him slam the toilette door open and vomit violently. I sat down on his bed and waited for him, it wasn't an unusual reaction to me waking him up. He was often drunk or high when he got home and I didn't mind that much. He lived his life and I lived mine but sometimes I wished I was a bigger part of his. I didn't know any of his friends or the guys in his gang. I knew that was his way of protecting me but still I wanted to spend more time with him and get to know him, he was after all my only brother.
"What you want Nance?" Mike was walking in his room again and threw himself on the bed once more. He looked tired and I noticed some yellowish bruises on his abdomen, probably from fighting some soc I thought.
"Can I borrow the car?" I asked smiling sweetly at him; he was a sucker for my smile.
"Where you going?" He always wanted to know where I went and with who, I didn't mind telling him, I had nothing to hide. My life was probably the most uninteresting on this side of town.
"Hairdresser, I'll be back in an hour" I said and smiled at him as he tossed me the keys.
"Be careful"
As I was driving down the road in my brothers car which he valued highly I felt happy to get out of the house for awhile. It was a nice day, the sun was shining and I felt free. I loved driving, probably because I didn't do it that often. Mike had had this car a couple of years and I had only driven it a few times. It was a nice car, almost new and I wondered how he had gotten his hands on it, he couldn't have bought it so I assumed it was stolen. That didn't bother me though cause the seats smelled of leader and sunshine.
I was just about to change the radio channel and as I fiddled with it I kept driving. When I looked up I didn't have time to slam the brakes before a rammed into the car in front of me, I wasn't driving fast so it wasn't a hard impact but I was shocked. I saw to guys stepping out of the car and walking towards me and I got out of the car to look at the damage, it wasn't that bad, Mike's car was barely scratched.
"I'm so sorry" I said as one of the guys reached me, the other was looking over their car.
"You should be" he snarled. He was tall and dark, wore black jeans and leatherjacket, had jet black hair and black flashing eyes. He turned his eyes away from me and scanned Mike's car a look of recognition on his face.
"Hey Tim" the other guy called and the greaser in front of me turned to him "the tail light is broken" The guy named Tim turned to me once more and I gave him a nervous smile wanting nothing more then to turn back time.
"You're Nancy Forrester" he said smirking "Mike's sis" I just nodded not knowing how he could know that and feeling slightly uncomfortable under his eyes.
"Hey Curly" he called to the other guy and as he strode over to us he added; "She's Mike's sister"
The guy smiled at me, more warmly then the others smirk. He was a bit shorter that the Tim guy, his shoulders a bit broader, his hair just as black and his eyes dark blue.
"So this is Nancy, I almost though you didn't exist" he said grinning.
"Looks like he couldn't protect you forever" the Tim guy added. They were both watching me, measuring me with their eyes.
"I'm sorry about the car" I said again. Tim gave me a calculating look saying;
"Don't worry about it" he reached his hand out to me "Tim Shepard" after I had shaked his hand the other guy introduced himself as Curly.
"Tell Mike I said hi" Tim said and Curly chuckled lightly as they walked back to their car.
I got in the car and suddenly I didn't feel like going to the hairdresser, it had gone over an hour anyway and Mike would be waiting for me at home. So I turned the car around and drove back home. I was still in a bit of a shock from the accident and from meeting those guys, I wondered how they knew my brother and hoped I wasn't getting him into trouble with them.
As I walked up to our house I saw Mike sitting on the stairs, he had cleaned himself up a bit, his golden hair was greased back and he had shaved of his stubble. He still looked tired though. When he saw me walk up he came to meet me halfway down our lawn.
"Where've you been?" he asked his voice laced with worry as he fixed his blue eyes on me. I took a deep breath trying to muster up some courage to tell him about his car.
"I was in an accident" I said and when I saw the horror in his eyes I added "nothing serious"
"You ok?" he asked scanning over me to make sure I wasn't injured.
"Yeah, but your car has a scratch" I said in a low voice looking at my feet. I was surprised when he threw his arm around my shoulder saying;
"But you're ok?" I just nodded and leaned my head on his shoulder feeling the safe warmth from his body.
"The guys I rammed in to said they knew you" I told him and felt him stiffen as I told him their names. He pulled away from me and stood in front of me hands on my shoulders his eyes fixed on mine.
"They seemed nice, are they your friends?" I said, I didn't really think they seemed that nice but they had been nice to me even if they looked like hoods so I assumed they were ok. Mike just looked at me and then he nodded and led me inside.
Mike POV
I wasn't too glad that my sister had run into the Shepard brothers. I had known Tim for years, ever since we were just kids and I would have followed him anywhere. He was a nice guy and I trusted him. He was a great leader and the gang followed him blindly. But I didn't want any of them anywhere near my sister. I tried to keep her out of that part of my life completely; she was too good to be dragged down that road. For me it was different it always had been, I was born to live like this, born to steal and fight, to get high and fuck different girls every night and I knew that she knew about the gang and the drugs but as long as she didn't try to follow me it didn't matter. I didn't want her to hang around with my friends because they were good-for-nothing-hoods, they were losers, they would all end up dead or in jail, just like me. Nancy was so much more; she was too good for all that crap, to good for living in this shitty house and going to that shitty school, she deserved so much more.
Hope you like it, I'm gonna do a slightly different version of the Sheparads in this fic that in my other but I hope like it anyway! Read and review! Tack så mycket
