Here's chapter 5, I just had to write it while it was still fresh in my mind! Hope you'll like it. If you do like it or even if you hate it please leave a review so that I know! Thanks to those two who did review my last chapter!
I was doing the dishes, my hands deep down in the warm foamy water when the phone rang behind me. I let it ring, it wasn't my phone to answer anyway so I just continued with the plates from breakfast that I was dishing.
After three shrill rings I heard the eldest Shepard brother grunt loudly as he got off the couch and walked in the kitchen, picking the phone up.
"Yeah, Tim" he drawled in a bored tone while he leaned his back against the wall right behind me.
I could feel his hard eyes on me, making my skin crawl. I heard the person on the other end of the line talking and I heard Tim sigh uninterestedly.
"Angie, phone!" he roared and I jumped in surprise as he just dropped the phone and walked out, leaving it hanging from the wire.
I could still hear faint talking from it as I reached out a foot to stop it from swinging against the wall.
Angela came skipping down the stairs humming lightly to her self. Reaching the kitchen she picked the phone up and immediately began to chat mindlessly.
I spaced out not interested in hearing about who Rita Banning had messed around with this week and that kind of gossip.
Finishing up the dishes, which if I hadn't done would have been standing untouched for weeks, Angela never did any house work and Curly didn't have the time and he probably wouldn't have done it even if he hadn't been working, I got two beer cans from the fridge.
I didn't mind helping out with those kinds of things, it was quite relaxing to do dishes and cook. Mrs Langston didn't seem to be the housewife type, she was barely ever home and neither was Lenny which left Curly and Angel to fend for them selves.
I walked in the living room and up to the couch where Tim was sitting looking at the TV; he didn't seem to be watching it, as his stormy grey eyes looked right through the screen. He didn't even notice me as I stood next to him watching his hard featured face deep in thoughts. I cleared my throat to get his attention, feeling awkward about standing there silently. He didn't' seem to hear me and I tried again.
"Tim" His name sounded strange in my voice but I liked the feeling as it rolled of my tongue. He turned to me, his thoughtful face turning from sharp annoyance to cold indifference, as he raised an eyebrow questiongly.
"What ya watching?" I asked holding a beer can out to him.
He took it without a word and turned to the TV, wanting to find out what he had been watching, apparently having no clue.
"Eh…documentary" he said lazily, looking over at me again as I sat down opening my beer.
"Hurricanes" he added as the TV started showing pictures of destroyed homes.
His cold metallic eyes were off me again and were now following the program. His chin was resting in his right hand; his arm on the arm rest, while he managed to open the beer can with his left hand. He took a large gulp and put it down on his jeans clad thigh, I let my eyes wander to the TV not wanting to study him so openly.
But I really did feel like looking at him, there was something special about him, as if there were so many things going on underneath that hard mask and behind those silvery eyes. He intimidated and intrigued me. Perhaps it was just because I'd heard so much about him, but he just didn't seem to fit the picture I'd gotten of how he would be.
I slowly spaced out watching the hurricanes on the TV and felt myself relax.
We sat like that, on opposite sides of the couch watching as the programs ended and new ones began not getting up for hours, except to go to the bathroom or get more beer. We didn't talk to each other; we just sat there totally relaxed, letting the beer dull our senses.
His presence wasn't uncomfortable or awkward anymore, seeing his chest rise and fall in the corner of my eye was soothing in a strange way. I became familiar with the way he would offer me a new beer standing next to me, his eyes fixed on the TV not even sparing me a glance, and the way he threw himself at his corner of the couch, sliding down, his legs stretched out in front of him and his arms resting behind his head.
The shrill sound of the phone ringing woke me up from my thoughts, it rang two signals which Tim totally ignored or didn't hear, and then Angela picked it up, I heard her talking in a low voice and then she called out;
"Tim, for you!" she stood in the doorway holding the phone out to her brother with a sour expression on her pretty face.
Tim snorted tiredly as he got up, and as he walked passed me he treaded over my stretched out legs nonchalantly; his legs touching mine slightly, making me draw a sharp breath of surprise.
"Yeah Tim" I heard him drawl from the kitchen. He was silent for a bit and then he huffed annoyed at something.
"Yeah right…just fine…that's nice" His voice was calm but irritated, the last words filled with sarcasm
"Yeah, yeah…" were his last words as he hung up. I heard him draw a deep breath and curse through his teeth, obviously trying to keep his anger in check.
He walked back in the living room and sat down on the couch, but this time he didn't sit in his corner he sat down right next to me.
His whole being radiated anger and irritation and in his hard grey eyes, that were now black, I could see determination as he looked straight through the TV cunningly.
We were so close that our shoulders were touching; I felt the warmth from his body through my thin cardigan.
He stretched out to get a cigarette and lighter from the table next to me, as he did he bend over me and for a second his face was less then an inch away from mine. I felt myself freeze up inside as my face grew hotter. This close up his eyes looked almost blue.
Leaning back and lightning his cigarette in controlled and graceful manners a gust of his scent reached my nostrils; it was a warm spicy smell, the total opposite of his brother's fresh and cool one.
Tim didn't seem to be the least bit uncomfortable with the non existent distance between us seconds ago, but I felt embarrassed. Embarrassed to be that close to Curly's brother, my boyfriend's brother. I felt guilty, even though I knew I hadn't done anything wrong. But deep down inside I wondered why I thought he was so intriguing.
The front door suddenly opened and slammed shut and Curly walked in, a tiered look on his face as he wiped his hands of on his greasy jeans. I felt happy to see him, with him I felt secure and calm, my heart never hammered against my chest as it did sitting next to Tim.
But I guess Tim was that kind of person that just made everyone nervous.
"What a fucking day!" Curly exclaimed as he walked up to us, cracking his knuckles loudly.
Tim smirked up at him and offered him a cigarette. Curly took it and Tim lighted it for him. I smiled seeing Curly sigh contently as he took a drag and expelled the smoke slowly through his nostrils.
"It's bound to get worse" Tim said boring his frosty eyes into his brother as if willing him to understand what he meant, a scary smirk appearing on his stony face. Curly's eyes widened in realization as he watched his brother's face closely.
"Oh, fuck!" he stated and shook his head slowly as if trying to work things through in his head.
"I just bailed him out a fucking week ago!"
"Yeah well, apparently he fell asleep on the wrong park bench" Tim explained while rubbing his eyes tiredly.
I didn't get what they were talking about, who had fallen asleep on a park bench and what did it have to do with them?
"Let's just get it over with" Curly sighed and started to walk of, not even giving me a second glance. I watched as Tim follow his brother with his eyes, seeing both pride and worry in them, far beneath the frost. He got up and followed Curly out.
"Oh, Stacey was it?" Tim said smirking darkly as he turned in the doorway "He'll be back in an hour"