| Reason 12 Angel is the most sweetest, most nicest and most generous guy around. That's why I'm standing outside the fairgrounds, clinging to Shaun's hand with a smile so big it's gonna crack my damn face in half. That's why Boof and Ram and Gimp and Daniel are with us, talking and laughing so loud that I'm sure they're all either high as hell or totally insane. That's why we're waiting to get in through the front gates. That's why Angel's shouting us all!! Isn't he the best!?! Angel says that he's got some of 'his people' working on finding Pedro while he's here with us. Kinda makes me wonder where he gets all this money and resources from, coz he doesn't seem to have a job. Like, does he pay Skarto and Argento, or do they just hang around him coz they think he's cool? And if so, where are they now? Anyways, hypotheticals aside, Angel also says that we're not gonna be together like this much longer, all of us here and happy, and he didn't want my last memories of them to be of that horrible, sucky-ass night at the rave. Gimp tugs playfully on my messy ponytail. She's riding piggy-back style on Boof. She is so fucking hyped, I'm almost certain it's drug induced. No one can be that happy! She's got the cutest piggy-tails in her hair and she's got on this bright, and I mean BRIGHT, pink strappy singlet on that looks SO good on her olive skin. This is with these baggy ass jeans that I'm pretty sure actually belong to Boof, with her ass hangin' out the back so you can see her white Bonds Get-The-Party-Started-style and all these guys are eyeing her off coz she looks so cool. God, I hope one day I'm like Gimp. I wish so bad that Elias was here. He'd *so* love her! "Is she high?" I ask, looking up at Shaun. He smiles, looking over his shoulder at Gimp, who's got her arms out like she's an airplane while Boof turns around in circles. We're earning ourselves alot of funny looks from the other people waiting to get in. I reckon- fuck 'em. Who cares wot they think? If I'm havin' fun, then they can go to hell. Haha, I wonder, if you're in hell and you're really pissed at someone, where do you tell them to go? I ask Shaun this. "I dunno. They probably jus' tell 'em to fuck off" he shrugs, looking around at the people who're standing near us. He stops in his surveying and just stares for a long moment. I stand on tip toes and look in the direction he's gazing in. There's this total babe with the palest blue eyes and olive skin right over there. Damn. That guy could rival Shaun, Angel *and* Dom, I reckon! He's hot as! "He's a hottie" I elbow Shaun, and he glances down at me, looking kinda embarrassed. He told me at the beach that he likes blue eyes in an olive complexion. Certainly can't knock his taste. The guy catches us looking, and I just about choke on the gum I got from Angel when he makes eye contact with Shaun instead of me, gives him a winning smile and nods his head in a homie-style greeting. Shaun gives him one of his gorgeous smirks and nods back. Not fair! Why does *he* get all the luck with guys? Not fucking fair!! Told you the cute ones are always gay! Damn. And that guy was *hot*! "Oooh" I jab Shaun in the ribs and he grins back at me. Boof has to let Gimp down so that we can get through the ticket booth, otherwise she would've lost a few teeth by bashing her head on the way in. Couldn't be too attractive. I get a smiley-face stamp on the back of my hand as I go through. Oh, how grade-school! I remember going to discos and you had to get your hand stamped as you paid your five dollars to get in and we all snowballed and thought we were so cool and grown up. Ahaha! "Where to first?" I cuddle under Shaun's arm and grab onto Angel's hand. Gimp attempts to climb back onto Boof, but he complains that her ass is too boney and hurts his back, so she gets a 'queen-b' from Ram and Daniel instead, happy either way. There's so many people here. You can barely move without running into someone. I haven't been to a fair since I was a little kid. Before Chino fully developed the extremely serious disease I like to call 'Assholetitis'. I almost forgot how intoxicating the whole thing is. All the colours and smells and feelings. It's almost like being on speed again. The air smells like WD-40 from all the rides and hot oil from the food stalls. I'm not too keen on the food here, though. Fairground hot-dogs and food poisoning go hand in hand as far as I'm concerned. Just can't get the image out of my head of some farmer from Hicksville sweeping up the scraps from a pig after all the good meat's been cut off and sticking it all in a sausage for the carnies to hand out to you so that you puke all over your car before the day is out. "Something slow" Gimp says from her queen-b position between the boys, "You gotta work yer way up". Angel shakes his head, "Nuh-uh. You gotta go on the fast, spinning ones before you eat". That sounds intelligent. Throwing up isn't considered too charming, in my experience. "You do the fast stuff first, then when yer gettin' tired in the afternoon, you go to the sideshows an' stuff" Shaun offers a pearl of wisdom. Sounds like the best course of action, I reckon. I've already decided, I'm going to win the biggest stuffed toy there is to offer. I'm a good shot. Got a strong arm. We were playing this ball game in gym class once, and I threw the ball to at this stupid little bitch and it broke two of her fingers! I almost pissed myself laughing and got a week of detention for my troubles. Laughed the whole way to the headmaster's office. "Well, I wanna go on the Ferris wheel first" Gimp announced, "Coz it's the boringest most slowest ride here". I'd beg to differ. I don't reckon. It's certainly the slowest, but I don't reckon it's boring. The carriage shakes and swings, and just when you're absolutely sure it's gonna pop its bolts and send you plummeting back to earth, you're at the top and you can see for miles and it's like you're flying and you never want to go back down. "I wanna go on somethin' that spins around really fast!" I answer with a wild smile. The Ferris wheel is a wind down ride. One for the afternoon, when you're starting to get tired, like Shaun said. God, he looks great. It's amazing outside today. The sun is shining and his skin is the deepest shade of caramel and his raven black hair is all mussed and spiky and I can suddenly see what Mr Blue-Eyes at the front gate saw in him. He's got this air about him. He's so confident and laid back like he *really* truly doesn't care what anyone thinks of him. He's the kind of person you get one look at and you just want to *be* them, y'know? You don't even know them but you've just got this burning desire to be like them, or at least be *seen* with them. And seeing as I've got his arm draped over my shoulders, I've got a plausible reason for the grin on my face. "C'mon. We'll go on something fast, eh?" Shaun says, then looks up at Angel, "You comin', mi amigo? Or you gonna puss out on the Ferris wheel?". "Hell no" Angel makes a face, "I'm with yous. Spinning an' fast, here we come". Boof's with us too. Ram and Daniel are gonna take Gimp on the Ferris wheel. We make arrangements to meet at the showbag pavilion at twelve for lunch, and part company. So, we're walking along like normal people, and I'm basking in the jealous or awed stares from the various skanks as we pass, when some song I've never heard starts playing over the speakers that are stuck on the corners of almost every stall we pass, and to my horror, Angel starts dancing. He woz just nodding his head to the bassline, but now he's seriously, full-on dancing, and I can't believe he'd do such a thing in front of so many people. Oh god! The other two have started now. All three of them are dancing as we walk. I retract my previous statement about looking at them and wanting to be friends with them. No one would want to be friends with these idiots! "What the hell are you doing?" I grab Shaun's wrist. I don't even know what the hell the guy singing this song is saying. It's in German, I know that much. He's saying 'frei' and that's German for 'Free'. I only know that coz we had to study the Jewish Holocaust in school, and on the gates of the main death camp, Auschwitz, it said "Arbeit Macht Frei". Work Makes One Free. "Letty! This is Rammstein! This is like one of the greatest bands of all time!" Shaun says, grabbing both my hands and making me dance with him. It's not exactly dancing music, now, is it? Industrial metal tends to be like that. "Shaun!" I hiss, as the stares stop being jealous and start being questioning. He ignores me, wraps an arm around my waist and keeps dancing. God, Angel's singing along. He's very talented, isn't he? Didn't know he could speak German. But that's not my main concern right now. How the hell did I get mixed up with these total idiots? "Oh, c'mon Letty! Jus' have fun! Who cares wot anyone thinks?" Shaun asks. I sigh and give in because his sad puppy dog eyes are even more convincing than Elias's. God, I wonder what Dom and the others would think, if they saw me doing this, dancing around in the middle of a fair. Shaun is a good dancer though. Must be a Hispanic thing. I stay close to him so I feel like less of an idiot. Don't know what it is, but I feel safer, more secure, around people. Safety in numbers, I guess. We finally make it to this bright green and purple ride that I can't see the name of. It's kinda like a washing machine, I suppose. It's round and everyone gets harnessed in and it spins around and around and it tips and stuff. The Ranger is just a little way down the road from here, so we'll have to go on that next. Angel pays for the four of us and I'm harnessed in between Boof and Shaun. The harness is so big on me that I can't see either of them. I can only see the people directly across from me. I grip Shaun's hand and take Boof's in the other as the ride starts. Oh shit. I'm so glad I came on this ride before I ate! I can't make out anything. All these shapes have become distorted and the colours have bled into one and it's just this great big blur. All I can feel is the wind clawing at my skin and the boys' hands in mine. All I can hear is the wind whistling past and joyful screams from the other riders. I grin and let out a scream of my own as we tilt unexpectedly. When we get off, I'm so shaken up I can barely walk straight. Alright, I take that back. I *can't* walk straight. I just about fall on my ass, grabbing onto Angel's arm to keep myself upright. "Ay, you alright?" he asks, taking my arm to help me steady myself. I smile and nod like an idiot, feeling like I never haven't felt for ages. And then I realise what it is. It hits me that this is the first time I've been genuinely happy in a long, long time. Not completely off the chart and right over into hysterical, just totally relaxed and smiling and...happy. I never want this day to end. I spot one of those stalls where you throw the balls and break the bottles and win stuff. I just can't pass up the opportunity. I have to have a shot! "Hey, I wanna do that" I announce, pointing at the game. Angel hands me a few dollars and I grab Shaun's hand, dragging him over there with me as the other two follow at a more leisurely pace. I hand the guy the money and he hands me three balls. I don't pay alot of attention to him. Just get a vague impression of denim, flannel and a disgusting mullet. I throw the first ball and take out the bottle on top of the tower. Damn, I am good! Haha, and modest too. There's two bottles left, and two balls. The carnie says I'm meant to throw one ball at each bottle, and if I knock them all down, I get the big toy horse that's about as tall as I am. They're pretty far away, but I know I can do this. I throw the second ball and take out one of the bottles. The third one teeters dangerously, but remains upright. I breathe a sigh of relief and Shaun watches me as I line up with the last bottle. He's impressed. He's got his brows arched, watching me with a vague smile while Angel and Boof poke and jostle each other behind us. I throw the ball as hard as I can and take the third bottle out with a vengeance. I throw my hands up and let out a triumphant cry. I turn and hug Shaun tightly then look back to the carnie, waiting for my prize. I glance around while he climbs up a step ladder to retrieve my horse toy for me. I spot three little skanks in board shorts and little singlets, lookin' all surfie-chick with their wavy blonde hair and sunnies, while I'm just wearing the same clothes I wore last night. Shaun said I look sure though, so I'm fuckin' happy with this outfit. They're talking about Shaun, that's obvious enough in the way that they're pointing and giggling and combing their fingers through their hair and prodding one another to come talk to him. One of them, the tallest of the three walks over with another, leaving one behind, trying to act very busy with watching the people meandering past her. The two girls come over, and I almost smirk at them when Shaun doesn't even notice them because he's talking to Angel. One of them taps his shoulder and he looks around mid-sentence, looking as confused as hell. "Hi" the taller blonde smiles, "I'm Tia and this's Mindy" she points at the other girl. Shaun raises his brows and nods slowly, as though he doesn't understand why they're telling him their names, "Uh, Shaun. I'm Shaun". They almost get an attack of the giggles but stop themselves before they get too far-gone. Tia points back at the third blonde, "Our friend Lisa wanted us to come over and tell you she reckons you're hot" a giggle from Mindy, "So, if you're interested, she's gonna be cruising on her own for the rest of the day...". Shaun seems to realise why they're talking to him now, and I keep watching as I take my horse toy and walk over very nonchalantly, standing with Angel, who looks as though he's gonna explode into fits of giggles in a minute. Boof isn't too far off it either. "Oh" Shaun smiles, then waves for the third girl, Lisa, to come over. She blushes so bad I can see it from here and walks over, looking embarrassed as hell. "You're friends say you wanted me to...accompany you this afternoon" Shaun's gone into millionaire-mode, "Only thing is..." he spreads his hands and makes a face like he hates to be the bearer of bad news, "I'm gay, so, I don't think I'm quite wot you're looking for". The three of them stare at him blankly and Angel loses his battle with the giggles, Boof joining him in a fit of laughter. "Um, sorry" Tia chokes out and the three of them hurry off extremely quickly. I grin at Shaun and he winks at me. I really can't blame them for trying. If I'd have seen Shaun one day in a place like this and didn't know him, I would've risked my dignity and pride just to ask if he'd hang with me for a bit. Just for a chance at his hot little self. Boof takes my horse and pretends to ride it around in circles while cracking an invisible whip while the rest of us laugh at him. "Wanna go on the Ranger wit me?" Shaun asks, looking at me over his shoulder as he heads towards the ride. I grin and jump on his back, grabbing on with my arms around his neck and my knees desperately holding to his waist. He puts his hands under my legs and I wriggle upwards so that I'm not hanging off him. "Yous comin'?" Shaun asks, turning to face the others so fast that I nearly fall off. Angel looks over at the Ranger, makes a face, then looks at Boof. Boof gazes at the ride for a long time, as though it's taking him forever to process exactly what'll happen if he gets on it, then shakes his head. See, I told you he's like a boxer who's taken too many hits to the head. He's vague and kinda dopey, but he's a sweetie all the same, "Nah. I don't like rides that tip you upside down. I get sick on them kind, an' I ate Chocolate Wheaties this morning" he states bluntly. OK, that's reason enough for me. A splattering of half digested Chocolate Wheaties is not what I want or need right now. Looks like it's just me and Shaun then. "We'll meet you on the Log Ride, ey" Angel suggests, pointing to the ride he's talking about, "There's a mass line, so we'll get a place an' when yer done, come over". Shaun nods then turns us around and heads towards the Ranger. Reason 13 Gimp is the only chick friend I've got, save for Mia, who's a little *too* chick for me. I guess that's why I can talk to her. That's why I don't get embarrassed when she brings up the finer details of some of the more 'healthy' relationships she's had. That's why I don't mind talking to her about anything, even home. So, when she asks me, I tell her. "Wot's it like, at yer old place?" Gimp asks, being very ladylike and trying to get something out of her teeth. We're sitting on a creaky old wooden table that is going to collapse if someone else comes and sits on it with us, waiting for the guys to come back. They've gone on some rollercoaster that I could never brave after eating as much as I just did. I feel so fat. Y'know how you feel really bloated right after you've eaten a tonne of greasy, sugary, or spicy food? It's a fucker of a feeling, I'll tell you that. "Shitful" I sigh, giving her a shrug, "My actual house, and my parents, that's all shit. But my brother, he's cool". Gimp nods, "Yeah, you said somethin' about him when we were drinkin' the other night. Wot's 'is name again? Sorry, I suck with names". And that makes her even more perfect for Elias because he's got the memory of an elephant. He can pick up on the most miniscule little detail and remember it for years and years and years. Me? I've got the memory of a goldfish. Three seconds. "Elias" I smile at her, "I reckon you would like him". I know it's rare, but I really do like my brother. In any other family I've seen where there's only a son and daughter, they fight like cat and dog. Even Mia and Dom are like that. They fight over EVERYTHING. Any little tiny thing that could be argued over is built up into a fucking civil war between those two. You wouldn't think it by looking at them, coz Dom's so big and Mia's such a waif and you wouldn't expect her to stand up to someone his size, but they're at each other's throats all the time. Even when they were younger, Maricruz says they still fought like cat and dog. I don't know if they'll ever grow out of it. Me and Elias, we get on alot better. We argue sometimes, but not often, and not over anything that really doesn't matter. There's enough yelling and fighting in my house without the two of us adding to it. And I just don't know what I would do if I had a massive fight with Elias and he turned his back on me because of it. I need my brother, and I think he needs me to some degree. That's why we don't fight. "Yeah? Tell me more about that one that likes your friend. V...Vince, was it?" Gimp asks, then goes bug eyed and covers her mouth as this humungous burp errupts out of her. Fucking hell. I have no idea how her skinny little body managed to produce such a massive burp. I suppose we *have* eaten alot. We just bought all this different stuff; burgers, pizza, fairy floss, chips, pies, donuts; and scoffed it all down. Oh god, and me and Gimp shared this nachos that was drowning in sour cream and salsa, and now I can smell it after that gigantic burp. Ew. "Oh shit" Gimp laughs, fanning the air in front of her face, "That woz fucking disgusting". I wrinkle my nose and swallow hard, trying to keep all the food I ate in my stomach. Gimp taps my leg, trying to get my attention, "Tell me about Vince." "V" I sigh, "I don't know wot to say. He acts really hard ass but he's not, y'know? He's really kinda adorable once you get past the bullshit front he puts on. And like I said he's head over heels for Mia". I pause. What is up with that saying, anway? Isn't your head *always* over your heels? "Mia. That's your friend, right?" Gimp asks, watching the people coming from the kiosk where we bought all our food, give us a dirty look because we're sitting on a table that they want to eat at, then shuffle off to find somewhere else to sit their asses down while they eat. "Yeah. She looks a bit like you, actually" I reply with a nod, "'cept she's got long, long hair. And she's really girly". Gimp makes a face, tightening one of her little piggy tails, "I hate preppy chicks". I shake my head quickly, feeling like I have to defend Mia, and she's wrong in that presumption anyway. "Nah, she's not heaps preppy. She's jus' really girly and feminine" I tell her, then push some stray black hair away from my eyes, "Well, against me, anyways". Gimp nods, then gives me a sly grin, "You haven't told me about her brother, yet". I feel my cheeks burning and duck my head, "Um, Dom...you don't wanna hear about him. He's...really...really boring". I must've mentioned him the other night when we had the beer and chips. I don't really feel uncomfortable talking about Dom with Gimp. I just feel embarrassed, which is how I get no matter who I'm talking to about Dom. "Oh, c'mon!" Gimp cries, then grins teasingly, "It's pretty obvious you got it bad for him, so how 'bout you jus' spare me the act and spill it!". I cover my quickly reddening face with my hands. "Come on, Letty! Have you fucked him? I bet you have! That's why you're gettin' all red faced" she taunts, and I look at her wide eyed. "No! I haven't!" I defend, then let my shoulders slump, "He wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole". Gimp stops grinning and puts a hand on my knee, understanding that this isn't something to be joked about, "How come?". I shrug. I don't even know myself. I don't know why he hates me. I've never done anything bad to him. Never hurt him. Never lied to him. Never narked him out to anybody. I don't know why he hates me so much. "I don't know" I answered finally, "Must be the age difference, or something" I shrug again, "Or he doesn't want to mix with the Mexican trash". Gimp wraps a comforting arm around my shoulders, "He's probably just too pussy to talk to you. To get to know you. Trust me, most guys are like that. I know Shaun and Boof and the rest aren't, but most other guys are just really shy". I shake my head, "He's not like that though. He's got all these skanky little bitches all over him and he loves it. He's not shy. I think he just hates me coz his family's the perfect little working class bunch and mine is fucked all to hell. He hates my brother too. I think he hates everyone that lives in our house". "Yeah, but he only hates your brother coz of that fight they had" Gimp says. God, I guess I poured out my life story to her when we were drinking that night. I must've been a bit tipsy. I don't really remember it. "Maybe" I shrug, then remember that Shaun said he'd had a boyfriend a little while back, "Shaun said he had a guy not long ago". Gimp makes a face and nods, moving her arm from my shoulders to support her weight behind her, "Yeah. Adam. Fucking prick. Told Shaun to get rid of him so many times before he actually did". I turn slightly to look at her, "Why? Wot'd he do?". Gimp shrugs, making another face, "It was just alot of little things, y'know? He woz always complainin' that Shaun never spent any time with him an' buggin' him to get outta the game an' always knockin' him an' shit. An' I told Shaun he better diss and dismiss that little bitch, but he kept makin' excuses for him an' then this one time we woz at the park or somethin' an' Adam said somethin' really uncalled for to Shaun an' Angel jus' went right off his head at him an' then the next day Shaun got rid of him". I nod slowly. I can't believe Shaun gets stuck with all these assholes. He's the nicest guy you'd ever meet, I swear, and it seems he's always getting lumped with pricks like this guy Adam, and that fucker at the mall who hurt him. Makes me fucking angry. That there a people out there who would prey on someone like him. Gimp must've noticed that I'm looking a little less than pleased, coz she asks me what's wrong. "He never did anything to anyone and there's always someone makin' his life hell" I grit out angrily. I could just punch someone, I swear. Next person who comes close enough for me to grab better duck pretty fucking fast. "Not you" Gimp says, and suddenly the angry black clouds of rage I was being crowded with disappear. Not me. I don't hurt him. Don't make his life hell. Well, she's wrong. I do both those things and more. "Yes I do" I answer softly, realising that I've been fuming at all these people who've hurt Shaun; Adam, his old man, that cop; and I forgot all the things I did to him. All the things I said. "Letty, I know it doesn't seem like it coz he's so sweet an' stuff, but if Shaun didn't want you around, he'd tell you straight out. He cares about you, girl. You mean alot to him and he's gonna miss you when you leave" Gimp shrugs and looks a little embarrassed, but manages to bring her gaze back up to meet mine, "We all are". Now, you know I'm not one to get all teary eyed, but hell, it means so much to a person, knowing that someone cares, that someone will miss them when they're gone. I didn't think I had anyone like that. "Thanks, Gimp" I wipe at the corners of my eyes, trying to be very descrete about it so that I don't lose my hard ass image, but Gimp notices and smiles, "Aww, Letty!". She pulls me into a massive bear hug and I couldn't care less what anyone who's watching thinks. Like I said, they can go to hell, and if they're already in hell, then they can fuck off. "C'mon. Let's go for a walk. Meet the boys when they get off that death trap ride, huh?" Gimp takes my hand and I nod with a teary smile, rubbing my eyes with the back of my spare hand as we climb off the table, letting a lady with a screaming little kid sit there. I leave the horse toy, and when the woman calls after me to tell me I forgot it, I wave a hand and tell her to keep it. Atleast it shuts the kid up. "Nice day, eh?" Gimp says, and I have to laugh because we're walking along, hand in hand, basking in the sun like two star crossed little lovers in a pathetically phoney romance movie. God, I can't stand that shit. "Shutup" Gimp pushes my arm, knowing why I'm laughing, but doesn't let go of my hand. And I don't mind. Like Shaun said before, who cares what any of these people think? Who the hell are they to judge me? *I* know I'm just happy to spend time with someone who gives a shit whether I live or die. *I* know Gimp's not into chicks, because we were just discussing the finer points of her relationship with her last boyfriend over lunch. *I* know what all these skanks and their boyfriends in lettermen jackets are thinking. And I really couldn't give less of a fuck if I tried. "So, we've heard about Dom and Elias. Heard about Vince and Mia. Tell me about the other two. Hector and Edwin" Gimp says, running her fingers along the pictures painted on the front panel of a stall. Hector and Edwin, huh? "Uh, I dunno" I shrug, because it's hard describing people you've known practically your whole life to someone who's never even seen them, "They're really different, come to think of it. People seem to lump them together as friends, but I don't think they actually are" I shrug again, "Hector's really laid back and jus' goes with the flow. Never causes a fuss. He'll talk yer fucking ear off, but he's really sweet an' he always looks out for me. I stay over his place almost as much as I stay at Mia's" I give a little sigh, "Edwin is just as loud as Hector is, but he's slower, kinda...Hector can talk a billion miles a second, where as Edwin always seems kinda stoned. Which he usually is. I dunno whether they get put together coz like, one's Mexican and one's black, so they're put in our group to kinda represent their people, or some shit. I jus' reckon that if they had a falling out, Hector wouldn't be worried about it and Edwin would be too proud to make up, so, yeah, they're not really friends". "So, you've got your little rag-tag group of friends" Gimp nods, "Kinda like this lot, I guess". I nod. Yeah, I guess. Don't even know how our 'group' came about. It's just like...I dunno. Families and friends and I don't know who decided who's in our group, probably Dom, but that's how it is. "Do you mind, y'know, bein' the only girl?" I ask as the rollercoaster the guys went on comes into view. Gimp shrugs, "Don't really think about it. They're like family to me; they *are* family to me, so I kinda think of them as my brothers, rather than my friends. They don't treat me different coz I'm a girl. They just act like I'm one'a the boys, y'know?". I nod. The guys, when Dom's not around and telling me to fuck off, treat me kinda like that. Mia, they're really careful around her and don't mess up her hair or her nails and don't ask her to get her hands in under the hood and help coz they know she'll be like 'ew, car grease'. With me, they're different. They treat me like one of them. I remember this one time about four, five months ago, Dom had gone to the Pro-Stock Car Circuit with his dad, so I went and poked my head in the garage coz V's not half bad when Dom's not around. Him and Hector were putting a new water pump into Dom's MR-2 for him while he was away. They knew full and well that Dom would've been cracking skulls if he knew I'd so much as touched his car. Both of them are bigger than me and they were trying to get the bolts off the fan blade but it was a really tight fit and working with big hands on a car can be a massive pain in the ass. After Hector tried and failed, ending up with a set of bloody knuckles from the wrench slipping which caused him to crack his hand on the edge of the blade, Vince had a shot. I sat on the floor with Hector while he sucked on one of his bleeding knuckles, coz it woz boiling fucking hot in the garage and the cement floor was the coolest place to sit. So, Vince grunted and sweated and swore and finally gave up after just about slicing his hands open and went to hand the wrench back to Hector so he could have another shot. Hector just stared up at him, tonguing one of his bleeding knuckles, then told him to let me have a go, coz my hands were alot smaller than both of theirs. I was so shocked when V just shrugged and slapped the wrench in my hand. They were actually letting *me* have a go at something both of them had failed? I reckon they must've loosened the bolt considerably in their previous efforts, because I got it off without much hassle. Hector gave me this big smile and Vince was sayin' he woz gonna tell Dom to let me help out on the car more often and it felt so good to be treated like that. I didn't want them to be careful of me, like they were with Mia. I wanted to be just like them. And right then, I felt like I'd acheived that. And then of course when Dom came home and found out I'd helped Vince and Hector work on his car he was an inch away from grabbing his Dad's shot gun out of the garage to blow their heads off their shoulders. "Hey, they're just coming off" Gimp points to where Boof and Ram are having a shoving match as the five of them climb down the steps from the ride. I nod vaguely as we head over there, then spot someone familiar. "Oh, hey! Look!" I grip Gimp's arm and point (very rudely) at Mr Blue-Eyes himself. Gimp looks around, and finally works out who I'm pointing at, "Woah. He's cute". "Him an' Shaun were makin' googly eyes at each other at the front gate" I giggle like a little school girl. He's leaning on a make-shift fence, waiting for someone on the ride the fence is surrounding, I guess. It's a little kiddies ride. A merry-go-round. Must be a little brother or sister. Or, gulp, his kid? "Really? That's so sweet!" Gimp croons, gazing at him as he waves to a little girl who's waving her arms and grinning at him. Must be his sister, coz she looks too old to be his daughter. Wish I woz that little girl, eh? This guy, he's got olive skin like Dom, and shaved hair like Dom (and I sound obsessed) but that's as far as the resemblence between the two of them goes. He's got icy blue eyes, so pale that the blue almost blends into the white, and this little upside-down-triangle goatee just under his bottom lip and he's so yummy and him and Shaun would go together so well it would just be adorable. "Ay" Angel picks up Gimp and throws her over one shoulder as the guys join us. Shaun draps an arm over my shoulders, looks in the general direction I'm still staring in, then gives me one of those smirks, "Who're you lookin' at?" |