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Sitting on the front porch steps I was bored beyond belief of being at Curly's when he wasn't there. All the nights this past week I had been expected to wait at his home for him while he was out with the gang doing lord knows what. I felt that I was at his house with his family more then he was and it was embarrassing.
Looking up suddenly I saw Curly walking up to me in an angry stride. His face was consorted in anger, his eyes flashing.
"Tim home?" he asked in a harsh voice as he reached me. He was standing towering over me, his nostrils flared and his mouth in a cold and bitter snare.
With the mention of his brothers name memories of this afternoon started to flash before my eyes. I shrugged at his question as I tried to shake the unmistakable feeling of guilt, that those memories planted in me, of off me.
But the way Tim had walked in the kitchen an hour earlier in nothing but his faded blue jeans was forever planted in my brain. I could clearly see the small droplets of water that were slowly finder there way from his shiny wet hair to his chest, making him glitter in the dim light from the lamp.
His chest and stomach were toned and muscular but still slim and almost thin, he didn't have those bulky and broad muscles that Curly had. He didn't seem to have noticed me where I was sitting at the table or perhaps he was ignoring me but I couldn't keep my eyes of off him.
Feeling my face grow hot my eyes raked over his body, taking in the many scars on his skin and the black tattoo right above his heart. It was what looked like a tigers paw clawing away at a bleeding heart. I remembered how my heart had hammered in my chest as I saw that tattoo and how my fingers had itched to touch it.
But I had taken control of myself and realised what I was thinking an who I was thinking of, and feeling as if my cheeks were a bright red I ran passed him and out of the kitchen, my backstabbing nostrils savouring his freshly showered soapy scent as I moved passed him.
"What?" Curly asked angrily waking me up efficiently.
"He was in an hour ago…in the kitchen…." I trailed of feeling myself blush at the memories of his brother's naked skin.
"For the last time Stace, is my brother in or not?" he asked his voice cutting trough my thoughts and waking me from my state of guilty daydreaming.
"Haven't seen him leave…why?" I was curios as to why he was so angry. I mean Curly was often angry but it rarely involved Tim.
I could see Curly visibly being relieved about the fact that Tim was home, he took a deep breath and blew it out in a low whistle.
"He's in, good…"
He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it while he sat down next to me on the steps.
"Why's that good Curly?" I asked him slowly, testing to see if it was an ok question to ask.
Curly's expression changed from thoughtful to fuming in a second and I felt myself draw back a bit in surprise.
"I'm gonna fucking kill that dickhead, I'm gonna kill him, that lying backstabbing motherfucker…" Curly was rambling.
"Who?" I pressed on, now more curious then ever.
"Ben!" he stated somewhat calmer "Tim's gonna tear that fucker into shreds!" He had an amused and content look on his face now.
I wondered what Ben had done, he was one on the gang, that I knew but that was all, I never had learned to separate one from the other in the gang; I only knew them by name.
Suddenly Curly flew up and rushed inside the house; I got up and followed him.
"Tim!" he called out as he searched the living room with his eyes.
"Yeah" a bored drawl was heard from the kitchen and Curly hurried in there.
"That motherfucker Ben's been talking shit 'bout ya…" he started before he'd even laid eyes on this brother.
"…said ya've been dissing the gang an' doing business with Chavez an' that stuff…" Curly was rambling in an upset voice but his brother just kept reading the newspaper where he was sitting at the table.
He was now wearing a white t-shirt and I thanked God he had the sense to get dressed.
"Ok" he stated his black eyes still fixed on the article he was reading.
"What ya gonna do 'bout it?" Curly asked excitedly, a restless sort of contentness in his voice.
"Nothin'" Tim said simply.
"What?" Curly called out surprised "Ya gonna let him talk?" he looked at his brother unbelievingly and angrily.
"It ain't that big a deal Curly, he's obviously wrong, right?" for the first time Tim looked up at his brother and all I could see in his eyes were cold calculation.
"Yeah, but he's been saying…"
"Look Curly just forget it" Tim suddenly looked tired and he got up and was about to move passed his brother when Curly put a hand on his chest to stop him.
"Ya ain't gonna do nothin' 'bout one of your own talking shit 'bout ya?" his voice was icier then I'd ever heard before and he was eying his older brother with unmasked disappointment.
Tim fixed his eyes on him and took his brother's hand from his chest throwing it back at him with force. He suddenly looked like a wildcat in a cage, wanting to rip his brother apart but trying very hard not to.
"Leave it" was the only words that came out of his mouth, but they were spoken with a forced and barely controlled rage.
Tim pushed his way passed his brother and walked out the door in angry strides while he cursed under his breath.
Curly stood watching him walk off with anger and disappointment in his eyes.
"What the fuck's wrong with him!" he asked turning to me while he raked a hand through his greasy hair.
"Maybe he's gonna take care of it some other way?" I said wanting to smooth things over. But in my mind I too wondered why Tim was acting so strangely.
"Yeah maybe…" Curly stated a small note of disbelief in his voice.
He put his arm around me and we sat down in front of the TV and while Curly was soon concentrated on the show I kept thinking of his brother.
He was probably just outside, since he didn't take either his jacket or his keys with him. I knew from sitting outside before that it was cold and being out there in only a t-shirt Tim would freeze.
Before I had even time to think about what I was doing I got up of the couch and walked overt to the chair by the door and pulled out Tim's jacket from underneath mine and Angel's. I was just about to walk out when Curly noticed me.
"What ya doin'?" he asked and my heart jumped up my throat and I felt that black sickening feeling of guilt grown inside of me.
"Just gonna give Tim his jacket…so he wont freeze…" I felt myself blush but Curly didn't seem to notice as he just shrugged and concentrated on the TV-show again.
Standing just outside the door I couldn't see Tim anywhere but walking down the steps to the small lawn I saw him standing with his back to me, leaning on the broken fence and looking out the street.
The moonlight raked over him making his skin shine like silver. I drew a sharp breath watching his hair glitter thinking that he must be the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, his back was straight and tense and he stood there like a god, almost unreal.
"Tim?" I asked hesitantly and he turned around his stormy grey eyes finding mine and once again I felt him pour his feelings into me, emptiness and a raging sadness. He turned from me again and looked out the street again. I felt myself getting pulled towards him, wanting to be near him, to understand him.
"Here" I said holding the jacket out to him and he turned once more, this time he didn't look me in the eyes but he took the jacket, careful not to touch me.
"Thanks" he said turning again and walking away from me and down the street without a second thought, whiles I was standing there watching him leave wanting nothing more then to follow him.