Chapter Four

Three years later

"Jene! Jene!" Drake called out to the girl walking down the corridor, as he rushed to catch up with her.

No longer the puny boy, puberty hit him like a brick. At seventeen, constant trips to the detention center's gym contributed to the lean muscles that composed most of his physique. Although his hair was still as white blonde as ever, standing in stark contrast to the light blue of his eyes, a fact that Jenette never failed to remind him of.

Vasquez changed quite a lot too, the most prominent being her figure, no one could ever mistake her for a boy now, even if she did cut off shoulder length black locks.

The three years they spent together in what people called the most dilapidated juvenile detention center on Earth was, if anything, hectic. Their combined snark made them hardly any friends, and more enemies than anything else. But at least they had each other, and god knows they could handle anything the world threw at them.

Vasquez finally noticed Drake running after her, stopping to let him catch up. "Drake what are you training for if you already run that slow?" She placed her hands on her hips. "What's up?"

"I almost forgot."

"You think? You're a few days late."

"Happy belated birthday, Jene." He grinned. "You're sixteen, almost a woman."

He received a slap to his belly.

"Estupido." She frowned. "Carmen remembered a few weeks ago, and asked what I wanted, even though she sent me something I didn't ask for."

Drake laughed, "Then why are you wearing it?" He pointed at the bandana on her head. No matter what Vasquez said, she truly loved her sister.

"Shut up." Hitting him again, she blushed.

Rolling his eyes Drake broke away from the subject. "I have to give you something, but let's go to your room, this isn't something I can whip out in public."

Vasquez was scandalized. "Puta! I don't want to see your pequeno pito!"

Drake knew enough of Spanish to understand that.

He turned the colour of a fire engine. "That's not what I meant!" Then he realized something. "Hey! It isn't small!"

Later when they went back to Vasquez's room, Drake pulled out what he wanted to give her.

A Browning 9mm

"How the fuck did you get this in here?" She was flabbergasted.

"Oh, believe me, it was very difficult, you know Moran, right?" He whispered.

Vasquez leaned closer, captivated, "The Moran that got in here for stealing kidneys?"

"The same one." He nodded with a pained look on his face. "I traded him mine." He burst into a fit of laughter.

This time he got an elbow to his stomach.

"Fuck you, tell the truth."

Still laughing, "I bribed one of the guards."

"Shit? With what?"

"Access to my brother's bank account." He wiggled his invisible eyebrows.

Vasquez broke into a peal of uncontrollable laughter. And all Drake could think of was that he loved it when she laughed, because she giggled, and didn't appear to know it, it was so adorable in his opinion.

"How the hell did you manage to get his password?" She clutched her sides in pain, it was too funny.

"Pshh, that's easy, I know him, it's 'I have a huge dick'."

The entire cell block was filled with pealing laughter for the next hour or two.

They are my OTP of forever.