Chapter 14: I Know Your Type!
Moda's P.O.V.
(around 6:00pm)
(silence...)
There was a dead silence between all three of us. Claude zipped the fly of his pants. Vercetti was just standing there. And I was almost lost in Claude's eyes. After coming back to reality, I decided to break the silence.
"Oh...Hi Claude." I smiled sweetly, showing my teeth and extended my hand.
Claude stared at it then looked at Tommy who nodded, I guess in approval. He reached for my hand with his left but then switched it not only because it would've been the wrong hand to shake with, but also because he had just used it to zip his pants. He firmly grasped mine and shook it. I was taken aback by how soft the palm of his hand was.
"Ahem..." said Tommy who turned to Claude. "Now your job is to always---and I mean ALWAYS, look after this girl...And the car. If she goes into a store, follow her. If she's talking to someone, I want you RIGHT THERE listening to every word they say. If a dude tries to get wise and make cat-calls at'er, shoot him in the elbow, or the knee, or the balls, whichever is more painful..." Claude nodded.
"And don't try to get lucky, either!" he shouted. "I know your type, hell, I AM your type..."
I looked at Tommy. He saw my face then turned back to Claude. "Homocidal, psychotic, manipulative, coniving, handsome, all of that." Claude rolled his eyes. 'The only you're not is silent...' he thought. Tommy turned to me.
"Moda, don't try to have any conversations with this guy." I frowned. "Seriously...nobody knows why but he refuses to speak. We think he might have a throat virus but he also refuses to see a doctor about it, so don't waste your time asking him questions that can't be answered with a nod or a hand gesture."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Now if you excuse me, I have a guy to kill---I mean...a leak...to repair." he said, opening the garage and climbing into a white, worker's van that had "Top Fun" printed on the side. He drove off, leaving Claude and I in the dust.
(silence)
"So...ah...Claude..." I said. "Wanna go for a drive?" he nodded 'yes' and got into the car. I did soon after, but not before putting on my ultra-retro, huge and tinted sunglasses with the white, plastic frame.
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Claude's P.O.V.
Uncle Vercetti had called me and flew me into Vice City, Florida for an assignment. Had I known that the assignment were to babysit America's Black Barbie, I would've stayed my ass at home. At least he's accomodating me here so it's almost like a paid vacation. Sunshine, big house to lounge around in, no school and virtually no work. She was driving fast and erratically around Ocean Beach, blasting the radio.
What puzzled me was, who WAS she? I mean, was she Vercetti's girlfriend or something? She looked awful young, maybe about my age. What was she doing in his house? I made a note to myself to find out later...
I took a good look at her. She had a..."different" look. All the girls at my school piled on makeup, clothes madein eye-sore colors, and looked like Cocker Spaniels with all of the poofy hair e verywhere. She, unlike most of them, was not only tall, but for her to be so slender, her hips really stuck out. Seeing as how she virtually had no tits, I was gonna take a peak at her ass but Tommy was watching. Her hair wasn't poofy but was jet black as if it was dyed. She had big, round eyes and big lips. She was cute for a black girl.
"More bounce...To the ounce..." she sang along to the radio and bobbing her head to the bass. She had one arm on the steering wheel and the other on the rim of the door. The wind moved freely through her silky, black hair. I wish that I could've sang along with the radio also because I really like this song...
"G-g-g-g-g-get on the dance flooorrrrrr...bay-buh..." she turned to me and flashed a small smile. "Ooh! A hot dog stand!" She giggled and yanked the steering wheel to parallel park. She did so perfectly and I was somewhat impressed. She hopped out the car and pushed her sunglasses to her forehead, approaching the cart while I stayed in the car. I read the sign on the cart. 'Shaft...The taste of a real man's meat' it said. What a suggestive slogan. She had ordered two hot dogs, both for her I pressume and returned to the car.
"Here, I got you a hot dog..." she handed me one of them. "I didn't know if you liked condiments or not so I got you some packets just in case." she placed some ketchup, mustard and relish packets into my hand. I nodded to let her know I was thankful.
"My name's Moda by the way..." she said.
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Moda's P.O.V.
I bought the cutie a hot dog. Figuring that since he refused to speak, I took the nod he gave me as 'thank you', smiled and got in the car. I turned it back on and drove off. Seeing as how it was almost seven o'clock, meaning that the sun would be setting soon, I drove onto the beach. Driving through the sand and almost running over six beach-goers, I stopped at a grassy hill on the beach. I thought it would be nice to have dinner and a show.
I parked the Comet, turned it off and got out the car. I sat on the grass with my knees up, eating my hot dog, smothered in ketchup and sauerkraut. Claude got out as well but leaned against the hood of the car while he was eating. I looked at him and he was staring way off into the sunset, as if he had something on his mind.
"Nice sunset, ain't it?" I asked and smiled. He glanced at me, nodded, then continued to eat his hot dog.
I stared off into the sunset as well. Tears came to my eyes as I thought about my parents and how much I missed them...I sniffed and wiped my eyes. Then, I heard a very, very high-pictched sneeze, like that of a mouse...or a girl.
"Ah-choo!" squeaked the source of the sneeze. I said 'Bless you' and a thought came to my mind. I turned around to see Claude wiping his nose. "Was that...you, Claude?" I asked. Still staring at the ocean, he frowned and nodded. "So...is that why you don't speak?" He turned to me with a puzzled look on his face. "Because your voice is so...high? Do you hate the sound of your voice?" He turned back to the ocean.
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Claude's P.O.V.
Great, now she knows that I hate the sound of my voice, therefore I don't speak. I'm almost seventeen years old and my voice hasn't broken yet. I sound like a soprano! I backed off the girl's car and sat down.
"Don't worry, I won't tell no one..." she said.
I kept staring into the sunset. I don't know what is it about them but they help me relax. We were sitting about fifty feet away from the car so I almost didn't notice when some dickhead crept up to it and got in. Waiting to she what she would do, I stood up and watched the creep turn the keys in the ignition. The car revved.
"What the--!" said Moda as she looked around and saw the culprit in her car. She got up and ran to it. She managed to stop the car-jacker before he was able to drive off. Expecting for her to scream 'Oh my God, my car is being stolen!', I saw the very opposite.
She yanked the driver's side car door open, pulled the car-jacker from the driver's seat and preceeded to beat him to a pulp. She sat on his pelvis and started punching him in the face.
"I...give...up!" said the culprit as blood and teeth flew from his mouth. I watched...amazed yet perplexed. She continued to deliver blows to his face and chest. "Get offa me...you crazy bitch!" he screamed in agony and used his strength to push her off. The creep got up and staggered a little before running away.
"Oh HELL naw!" she exclaimed and opened the trunk of her car grabbing a golf club. She chased after him but got tired so he ened up escaping.
"Yeah, you better run, ya prick! You're lucky I spared you the pleasure of a cap in the ass!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, her puffy face red with rage. "Prick..." she spat.
She turned to me and smiled again. "Ready to go?" she asked. Still shocked, I nodded my head slowly.
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Non-Narrative-Mode (A/N: I'm not sure if it's first or second person, but I'll find out!)
When the sun had finally set, Moda and Claude got into her stylish, new car and she started it. She turned the volume back up to full blast and continued to sing along with the radio, driving above the speed limit.
"I ain't never-ever-ever seen a sexy thing like YOU, bay-buh..." she sang, sneaking a glance at Claude on the "you". 'woof, he didn't catch that...' she thought.
She giggled to herself thinking about how cool she must look at the moment. Ultra-retro sunglasses, black hair blowing in the wind, custom-made car, one hand on the steering wheel. She sighed, feeling happy on the inside. She looked at Claude who was just staring at the blurred scenery. Her trance was disrupted by a piercing cellphone ring. She rolled her eyes, slowed down the car and answered the phone.
"Yesssssss?" she asked in an irritated voice.
"Don't 'yessssss' me, kid..." said Vercetti on the other line. "Listen, come back to the house. We're going out..."
"Yes, Tommy."she replied.
"Oh and make sure you bring that midget, Claude with ya. You didn't misplace him anywhere, did ya?" he said, loud enough for Claude to hear. Claude sneered.
"He's not a midget! But yeah, I'm on my way..." she said and clicked off.
End Chapter 14
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Whoooooooooo! How was that? This might seem kinda cliche'...the whole bodyguard thing but yeah, I needed a "bum-bum-bummmmmm" thing to jump off in the story. As you can see, our girl Moda is getting tougher under Vercetti's wing. And what has Ferrari been doing all this time, eh? I'll think of it soon enough!
And please note that the thing where some of the words stick together likethis (example) is not my fault. editor is kinda funky like that.