A/N: Who missed me!? Okay.........forget that. Yeah, time for third
chapter. Wee! Okay, that's it........
It's When I Remember
Tommy sat down on the bench outside the hotel. The sun was setting and again he felt as if life was wasted. Moreover, he was wondering why Paris took the actions she did.
"Why would she?" He asked himself and closed his eyes.
Flashback~~~
"Tino! Tommy! Wait! Wait!" The little Paris ran down the dirt road looking for her brother and his best friend. "Come back." She cried. Her eyes filled with tears. The rain began to pour. Paris dropped on her knees in the muddy road. "They left me and are never coming back." She brought her knees up to her chin and bit her bottom lip.
"Paris!" Tommy ran in the mud. His blue jeans covered in it from his knees down.
"Tom! Over here!" Tino said and grabbed his friend's hand. Tino was a young brunette. Green eyes and a million dollar smile. He wore a black shirt and jeans. He ran with Tommy close behind as they looked for his sister.
"Paris!?!?" Tommy called again. This time in worry. It had been his fault, why Paris was lost. He told her to bug off and leave him and Tino alone, so they could do guy stuff. She cried and ran away. 'How could I say that to her?' He thought and stopped walking. He looked around and saw the little girl sitting in the mud crying, and ran over to her. "Paris come on!" He yelled and tried to pull her out of the mud.
"No! Go away!" She cried. "You hate me!" She frowned and looked away.
"Come on Paris we gotta go!"
"Why!?!?"
"Tom! Paris! Look out!" Tino yelled as he saw the car coming.
"No!" Tommy pushed Paris and the two rolled across the road and moved just in time.
Tommy lay on top of Paris, and then pushed her away. "Why'd you follow us, only to get lost!?!" He yelled.
"Because..........I love you." She yelled to him.
Tommy looked at her. He didn't care to think what she meant when she said that, because she was a bit younger than him. All she was ---was an eleven year girl, claming to be in love with him who was thirteen. He frowned and then............
4 years later...........
"Prom night." Paris looked into the mirror and spun around. She was wearing a baby blue gown. Tonight was her prom. Her date, with her long time crush Tommy Vercetti. "Tonight will be perfect." She smiled in thought of what he had promised her.
~~~Over the phone night before~~~
"When will..........it happen? You know what I mean?" Paris asked Thomas over the phone.
"Prom night. I promise you that...we've been together for almost---"
"2 years...yeah...seems so much longer, like a lifetime. I love this feeling. Don't know what would happen if you were to just vanish on me...and leave me standing."
"I'd never leave you." Tommy smiled over the phone.
"Better not. I didn't work hard to get skipped two grades, to be in the same class as you, and graduate with you, just so you could leave me prom night." She laughed.
"Yeah, whatever. Hey, hold on a second. My dead beat mom is calling."
"Sure." She smiled and waited.
~~~End Flashback~~
"I never called her back." Tommy said to himself. "My mother told me, when I asked her to wait, that my grandmother died...I never called her back after that, and I never showed up for the prom. I...never went back home after I left..."
Zanza walked down the road and reloaded his gun. Tommy was going to pay dearly for killing his friend. He saw his brother, Azacca down the road.
"Death did hit our friend Ezikel. Vercetti did it. He must pay. That fucking red neck has kilt too much of our kind. He must die! Mother Fucker must burn in hell before I do!" He yelled.
"Fine. You have any ideas?" Azacca nodded, lighting his cigarette.
"YEAH, KILL THE BITCH HE'S SLEEPING WIT, AND KILL HIS ASS! OUR PROMBLEMS DON'T LIE WITH THE CUBANS ANY MORE! IT'S THE RED NECK VERCETTI WE'RE AFTA! KILL 'EM. ALL HAITIANS HUNT DOWN AND KILL HIM! Zanza yelled.
"Yeah!" The Haitians cheered. They all marched to the ammunition shop and bought out all the guns they could afford. They marched down the roads of Vice City, all Haitians together. They marched to Starfish Island...they marched unto the Vercetti estate and set to the whole thing, fire.
Tommy walked around Vice City holding his heart in his hand. (Not literally.) His thoughts crowded with heart-aching memories.
~Flashback~
"Thomas! Where the hell were you!?" His mother yelled as he walked in the living room.
"On the phone, maybe? Ah...I dunno." He said sarcastically.
"You on the phone all goodie with the neighbors and your grandmother just died!"
"What! No! Where is she!?!?" He exclaimed.
"In your father's room." She sobbed.
Tommy ran immediately to his father's room and saw his grandmother on the bed. She lay in a funeral position.
"Peaches...Nanny Peaches...GRANDMOTHER!" He cried and fell to the floor and cried more.
...he lay there and cried.
The night of the prom, Tommy had already run away fro home. He never showed his face; ever again, never would he could back to such pain, hatred, and heart break.
~~End Flashback~~
"Paris, I think I have a thing for breaking your heart." He said to himself.
"AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!" A citizen ran down the street yelling.
"What?" Tommy looked up at the person who stopped running to catch his breath.
"The-the Haitians! They're---terrorizing Vice City...more than usual." Tommy's eyes widen. They were killing the people of his city for no reason. Only he could do that. Not some dirty ass Haitians. (A/N: My apologies to all the Haitians)
"Where are they?" He asked.
"They're marching down Washington Beach."
"Good. Now run the hell outta here."
"Whadda ya' think I was doing!?" He said and began running off again.
'Fine. The Haitians wanna play like that? Then we play. Besides I like games.' He clenched his fists.
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It's When I Remember
Tommy sat down on the bench outside the hotel. The sun was setting and again he felt as if life was wasted. Moreover, he was wondering why Paris took the actions she did.
"Why would she?" He asked himself and closed his eyes.
Flashback~~~
"Tino! Tommy! Wait! Wait!" The little Paris ran down the dirt road looking for her brother and his best friend. "Come back." She cried. Her eyes filled with tears. The rain began to pour. Paris dropped on her knees in the muddy road. "They left me and are never coming back." She brought her knees up to her chin and bit her bottom lip.
"Paris!" Tommy ran in the mud. His blue jeans covered in it from his knees down.
"Tom! Over here!" Tino said and grabbed his friend's hand. Tino was a young brunette. Green eyes and a million dollar smile. He wore a black shirt and jeans. He ran with Tommy close behind as they looked for his sister.
"Paris!?!?" Tommy called again. This time in worry. It had been his fault, why Paris was lost. He told her to bug off and leave him and Tino alone, so they could do guy stuff. She cried and ran away. 'How could I say that to her?' He thought and stopped walking. He looked around and saw the little girl sitting in the mud crying, and ran over to her. "Paris come on!" He yelled and tried to pull her out of the mud.
"No! Go away!" She cried. "You hate me!" She frowned and looked away.
"Come on Paris we gotta go!"
"Why!?!?"
"Tom! Paris! Look out!" Tino yelled as he saw the car coming.
"No!" Tommy pushed Paris and the two rolled across the road and moved just in time.
Tommy lay on top of Paris, and then pushed her away. "Why'd you follow us, only to get lost!?!" He yelled.
"Because..........I love you." She yelled to him.
Tommy looked at her. He didn't care to think what she meant when she said that, because she was a bit younger than him. All she was ---was an eleven year girl, claming to be in love with him who was thirteen. He frowned and then............
4 years later...........
"Prom night." Paris looked into the mirror and spun around. She was wearing a baby blue gown. Tonight was her prom. Her date, with her long time crush Tommy Vercetti. "Tonight will be perfect." She smiled in thought of what he had promised her.
~~~Over the phone night before~~~
"When will..........it happen? You know what I mean?" Paris asked Thomas over the phone.
"Prom night. I promise you that...we've been together for almost---"
"2 years...yeah...seems so much longer, like a lifetime. I love this feeling. Don't know what would happen if you were to just vanish on me...and leave me standing."
"I'd never leave you." Tommy smiled over the phone.
"Better not. I didn't work hard to get skipped two grades, to be in the same class as you, and graduate with you, just so you could leave me prom night." She laughed.
"Yeah, whatever. Hey, hold on a second. My dead beat mom is calling."
"Sure." She smiled and waited.
~~~End Flashback~~
"I never called her back." Tommy said to himself. "My mother told me, when I asked her to wait, that my grandmother died...I never called her back after that, and I never showed up for the prom. I...never went back home after I left..."
Zanza walked down the road and reloaded his gun. Tommy was going to pay dearly for killing his friend. He saw his brother, Azacca down the road.
"Death did hit our friend Ezikel. Vercetti did it. He must pay. That fucking red neck has kilt too much of our kind. He must die! Mother Fucker must burn in hell before I do!" He yelled.
"Fine. You have any ideas?" Azacca nodded, lighting his cigarette.
"YEAH, KILL THE BITCH HE'S SLEEPING WIT, AND KILL HIS ASS! OUR PROMBLEMS DON'T LIE WITH THE CUBANS ANY MORE! IT'S THE RED NECK VERCETTI WE'RE AFTA! KILL 'EM. ALL HAITIANS HUNT DOWN AND KILL HIM! Zanza yelled.
"Yeah!" The Haitians cheered. They all marched to the ammunition shop and bought out all the guns they could afford. They marched down the roads of Vice City, all Haitians together. They marched to Starfish Island...they marched unto the Vercetti estate and set to the whole thing, fire.
Tommy walked around Vice City holding his heart in his hand. (Not literally.) His thoughts crowded with heart-aching memories.
~Flashback~
"Thomas! Where the hell were you!?" His mother yelled as he walked in the living room.
"On the phone, maybe? Ah...I dunno." He said sarcastically.
"You on the phone all goodie with the neighbors and your grandmother just died!"
"What! No! Where is she!?!?" He exclaimed.
"In your father's room." She sobbed.
Tommy ran immediately to his father's room and saw his grandmother on the bed. She lay in a funeral position.
"Peaches...Nanny Peaches...GRANDMOTHER!" He cried and fell to the floor and cried more.
...he lay there and cried.
The night of the prom, Tommy had already run away fro home. He never showed his face; ever again, never would he could back to such pain, hatred, and heart break.
~~End Flashback~~
"Paris, I think I have a thing for breaking your heart." He said to himself.
"AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!" A citizen ran down the street yelling.
"What?" Tommy looked up at the person who stopped running to catch his breath.
"The-the Haitians! They're---terrorizing Vice City...more than usual." Tommy's eyes widen. They were killing the people of his city for no reason. Only he could do that. Not some dirty ass Haitians. (A/N: My apologies to all the Haitians)
"Where are they?" He asked.
"They're marching down Washington Beach."
"Good. Now run the hell outta here."
"Whadda ya' think I was doing!?" He said and began running off again.
'Fine. The Haitians wanna play like that? Then we play. Besides I like games.' He clenched his fists.
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