~Why Am I Here?~ Part Three~

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Meh sorry, I disappeared. I back now! And with another post! I hope you all like it. If not… Have some free waffles. Compliments to the toaster. 

 

My hands stumble across the key pad on my phone.

“You have her number?” Legend asks, she pops a piece of gum in her mouth. She always chews gum when she’s thinking.

“Of course I have her number,” I snap. She holds her hands up in defense. I type in her number, the one I memorized so long ago. I press call, my breath is shaky. It rings a couple times then she picks up.

“Hey, you’ve reached Ellis Carter,” Her voice is exactly the same. Perky and happy.

“It’s Phoenix,” I say, clearing my throat. Oh she’s going to be so mad, I haven’t called in months. I practically abandoned her.

“Oh…” She takes a deep breath, her voice isn’t as perky but it isn’t angry, “Hi. How are you? Are you in the hositpal or something?”

“Um, not that I know of,”I frown, “Why would you-”

“You just never called,” I suddenly felt my stomach clench with guilt, “So um, everything’s alright?”

“Everything’s fine… I just…” I feel really bad for asking this. I bit my lip and turn in the large hotel room slowly. Everything is white and it makes my head hurt.”I just…”

“You just need my help,” I can almost see her nodding and I can hear her sigh. I frown, now she’s really gonna be mad.

“Alright. Where do you need me?” She says after a couple moneys of silence. I pull the phone away from my ear to stare at it for a second. Is she for real?

“Ellis, you’re amazing,” I scoff with a smile on my face.

“I know, where are you? We need to meet up,” She replies.

“Right, right,” I nod, Legend gives me a thumbs up. “Legend and I are in this fancy hotel thingy… I’ll text you the address.”

“Okay, I’ll pick up coffee too. What do you like?” I cannot believe her. She doesn’t even sound mad that I haven’t called her. And she’s buying coffee. I could marry her.

“Um whatever,” I shrug, “Legend likes a white mocha though.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a bit.” She says, I can hear a car in the background. “Maybe go into the place next door? I doubt you’re dressed to hang around the lobby of a million star hotel.”

“Good point,” I start to walk out. A couple are already staring. We park ourselves in the bookstore next door. I grab book that looks remotely interesting and Legend starts to talk to the cashier about something. She doesn’t really do the whole reading thing, well not optionally anyway. I have to pick out six or seven books before I find the right one, nothing seems all that good at the moment. My brain keeps wandering to the hotel. Maybe I could look it up. Do they have computers I could use here? I look around but I don’t see any.

“Legend!” Ellis comes in, bearing coffee. Legend looks over and grins.

“Hey girl!” She walks over, her heels tapping ever so slightly on the tile. The cashier she was talking to goes back to work. “Get me coffee?”

“Of course, white mocha for you,” Ellis hands her the coffee. I walk up, a small smile on my lips and the book in my hand, “And a iced coffee for,” She hesitates for half a second when she sees me. Then she puts on a glittering smile and hands me the coffee. A bead of water rolls down the side, “You.”

“Thanks,” Legend grins, “It’s good to see you.”

“Yea, we need to hang out when we aren’t stealing things. Well, that’s what I assume we’re doing. I don’t really know, Phoenix didn’t tell me over the phone,” She gives me a pointed look an shrugs.

“Sorry I didn’t want to say it over the phone.” I shrug back and try to smile a little bit more. It’s good to see her. She’s changed quite a bit. Same wild mess of brown hair and same amber eyes but she holds herself with a confidence she never had before. She used to  be a skittish little mouse but now she’s a… a lioness. She reminds me a lot of Legend. Also, she’s wearing makeup. Which is new. A small smudge of mascara is under each eye, like she’s been rubbing them. I can probably guess why.

“You never do,” She mutters, then shakes her head slightly, “Let’s get started, explain.”

“Um, well,” I tell her about the car and the hotel and everything and she nods with furrowed brows.

“Okay, so we just need to smuggle a car out of a highly secured area without anyone seeing our faces?” Ellis asks, “We’ve done harder missions right?”

“I guess,” I shrug, “But we need you to do it.”

“Of course you do, I’m the only one who can hack the cameras. And you can break into the car like you did when we first met and,” Funny story, I’ll tell you about that later, “And Legend can sweet talk her way out in case of any problems.”

“Just like old times,” Legends laughs a little.

“Yea, just like that,” I murmur. Except last time we had a whole time, not just 3 people. Last time we had a whole family helping us out.

Why Am I Here? Part Two

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Hello! I’m back! Sorry I didn’t post last week, I forgot. Go me! Anyway. I have something today, because I love you. 😉 And a cool banner thingy for the short story, which looks pretty cool if I do say so myself. 

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Okay cool. Let’s get on with this post. If you haven’t read the first part,  you should. It’s right… HERE

Part Two:

I’m really starting to get tired of Legend’s music choice. Seriously, not only is it  bad. But its most of the same songs over and over again. She is currently obsessed with some musical that’s newer to broadway and it’s not any better than the old ones. I’m thinking about jumping out of the car.

“Do we have to listen to this?” I huff. She stops her music, as if we can’t talk over it.

“Um yea. And it’s educational. But you wouldn’t know because you-”

“I quit high school,” I say in exaggerated high pitched voice. “I’m just saying, I don’t care much about the founding fathers if its repedative rap song.”

“You’re just going to have to get used to it. And I don’t talk like that,” She crosses her arms and put her feet on the dash. My grip tightens on the steering wheel, she notices. “Oh come on, your car isn’t even that nice.”

“Well it gets worse every time you put your gross feet up there,” I shrug. She rolls her eyes and presses play on the music, turning it up really loud. I pull out the map, driving with my knees. I place my thumb on where we need to go and my other where we are currently. “Oh my gosh we still have another hour.”

“Oh! I know!” She claps her hands and changes the song, “Name it!”

“I don’t know this song,” I sigh.

“Try.”

“No.”

“You suck.”

“So I’ve heard.” I sigh again. “I should be making you drive.”

“Why, so you can turn on some horrible song. No way Hosea.” She crosses her arms. “And you need to at least guess.”

“I will turn this car around,” I roll my eyes. That was a line dad always used as a joke. Legend goes quiet.

“I miss him,” She says quietly.

“Well yea no kidding,” I snort. She turns the music down and curls up in the seat.

“Wake me when we get there.” She yawns.

“Yea okay.” I mutter. I hate the fact that they left us. I hate the fact that I’m 17 and I have to take care of my 21 year old sister when she makes stupid mistakes. I hate the fact that they’re not here to clean up her mess. Because I can’t totally fix the hole in her wall. Only touch up the paint.

An hour later I smack Legend a couple times to wake her up. “We’re here.”

“What…? Oh umm..” She stretches  as I park the car. “It’s pretty here.”

“Yea. Concrete buildings make great mountain replacements.” I nod. I hate the city. Too many people in one spot. Too many buildings in one spot. Too many everything in one spot I climb out of my car and the smell hits me. Of soggy french fries and too many bodies. Like oil stains and dirty birds. I wrinkle my nose. “We’re just getting the car back and then I’m out of here.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” She smiles weakly.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” I grab my bag. It’s full of essentials, lock picks, disguises, that kind of thing. I had told myself I wouldn’t use it again but here I am.  “So, who stole it?”

“Well…” She laughs, rubbing her neck, “My boyfriend’s ex.”

“Of course,” I sling the bag over my back and start walking. She follows. “Who else?”

“She’s like rich and famous or something,” She shrugs, “Probably better than me.”

“I doubt that,” I bump her a little, “You’re hair can’t be beat.”

“Well, that much is true,” She laughs, her green eyes sparkle a little. And I wasn’t lying about her hair. It’s really pretty. Long and naturally wavy, with  volumes and a shade of dark brown. And her clear skin and perfect figure complete the picture. She could probably go into makeup or something. She bumps me back, “You know what I just realized?”

“What?” I smirk a little.

“You have a very nice smile. I’ve never seen it before,” She giggles a little.

“Oh my gosh. I smile a lot. See I’m smiling now,” I laugh with her, “Show me where this girl’s place is. I need to check it out. She’ll probably be well protected. If she’s famous or whatever.”

“Top floor of that building, the whole top floor,” I cuss. She slaps me, “Don’t cuss.”

“Why not?” I frown at her, she’s the one who taught me to. When I was five if I remember correctly.

“I’ve decided its a bad thing and we must only use cuss words if the situation truly calls for it,” She grabs my arm and races towards the building before I can answer. I trip a little and try to stay with her pace. The building is huge. With large glass windows and at leas five guys cleaning them. There’s doormen and red carpets and fancy plants the door way. basically a cesspool of rich people.And it actually might be a good thing that the building is on the top floor. That means the garage is probably  in the basement. Which means she might not hear us taking it and we won’t have to helicopter it down to the ground floor. Of course she probably doesn’t own the whole building so there’s the other people to take into consideration. Before I know it, we’re right in from of the building. Legend walks in. She gives the doorman her sweetest smile. I join her. “Hi, mind letting us in? We’re thinking about moving in here. My boyfriend here are going to get married soon. But he hasn’t proposed yet, isn’t that sad?” 

“You can go in I guess, ” The man says. I’m surprised. I look nothing like something who could  be getting married. I look 14. Legend actually looks her age. He’ll be easy to take care of when we actually steal the car. Legend giggles a little and thanks him and skips inside. I follow her. I stop short when I get into the building. This will be way harder than I thought it would be. Legend seems to be thinking the same thing.

“We need Ellis.” We say at the same time.

In Which I Have One of Those Siblings…

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Hey! Short story time. This might be a couple of parts… depends on my mood and your demand. Let me know in the comments if you want more of this story. 

I grab a couple bags and haul them from the car. I’m so dumb with this crap. It is three flights of stairs to my apartment and I have a lot of plastic bags. I grab as many as possible and start to lug them to the stairs. I can’t us the elevator, they charge me. I’m not even sure why it’s there, no one uses it. I heave an epic sigh that breaks records and start to climb up. This sucks… Why do I have to be on the top floor? Someone honks a horn in the garage. I don’t even turn around. They honk again, laying on it. I slowly turn around, my most pissed face on. It’s Legend. She waves. I regret telling her here I live. She smiles. Seriously, not my finest moment.

“Want help?” She asks.

“Nope.” I shake my head. She gets out, not even parking the car. It’s still running. She grabs a few bags. “Your car?”

“Someone’s picking it up. I share it with a few people,” She slams my trunk and we walk up the stairs. Legend talks the whole time. Talking about her new job. She apparently does make up. Her new friends. Don’t forget her new boyfriend. Who is different from all the others. And her new apartment.  I honestly don’t care about any of it. She hasn’t called me in three months. Which may not seem like much but it was a long three months. A lot has changed. And not just who she’s dating. We get to my hall. “Wow. Charming.”

“It’s all I can afford, plus I’m not even supposed to be living on my own,” I sigh as I unlock the door and step in. It is a mess. One of the windows doesn’t even have a pane. Good thing I live in freaking LA which is always warm. Even winter. Which is great sometimes but occasionally I don’t wan tot be sweating from the heat. It has a bed pushed into a corner. My clothes are piled in one corner or all over the floor. I do have a kitchen though. No running water but there’s a fridge. Which makes no sense but I don’t complain. I start to put the food on the table and then put the perishables in the fridge. I stick all the fruit in the non working sink and the water jugs in a corner.
“Dang, you’re set for life,” She scoffs. She sits at the folding table in the middle of the room. She plays with a strand of her hair which has been dyed blue. To match her eyes I would imagine. “So uh, Ellis come over a lot?”

“Nope,” I sigh. This is why I don’t like her coming over, she’s nosy. She asks questions and digs through my stuff. “Why would she?”

“I  don’t know…” She shrugs, “But I do remember you telling me something about a kiss.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” And its true, I never kissed Ellis. She never kissed me. Well, not really. We had to do it, once. But that was only because we were pretending to be a couple. It was nothing. I pray that’s not what Legend is talking about.

“Ugh, have you even tried finding someone?” She grabs an orange from the sink and start peeling.

“I’m seventeen, I don’t need a soul mate. Otherwise I’ll end up with 27 by the time I’m 20. Sound familiar?” I grab the orange back, “You have a job, you pay for your own food.”

“Shut up.” She sighs. “You’re so uptight.”

“I have a lot to be uptight about.” I sigh back. Then stick the orange back in the sink. “Why did you come?”

“Well…” She puts on a look I know way too well. The I’m-in-trouble look. The one where she smiles weakly and shifts in her seat. “I’m in a little pickle.”

“I don’t have money,” I finish putting everything away.

“I know that, I wouldn’t come to you for money,” She scoffs, “I just need a place to hang for the next day or two, my boyfriend’s mad at me.”

“Again? What did you do this time?”I shake my head and sit down across from her. “And I’m your little brother you’re supposed to be taking care of me.”

“I just borrowed something from him and someone stole it from me…” She licks her lips, “I need to steal it back… And since you have experience in these things, I figured you could help me.”

“No,” I get up and shake my head. “No. No. NO.”

“Come on Phoenix,” She gives me a pleading look. I continue to shake my head.

“I stopped that,” My jaw is clenched, “I told you I was done with that.”

“Please? I really need you to do this,” She pinches her brows together. “Please.”

“I… I…” I cover my eyes with my hand, “Fine.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She squeals and gives me a hug, “You’re the best.”

“What am I stealing?” I sigh.

“A car. A sports car.” She blushes a little, “A Ferrari.”

And that my friends is how I landed in jail for stealing a really sweet ride with a messed up paint job.