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. ūüėČ 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.

Snippets! ((Because I Have Nothing Else to Post))

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Hey all! SO this is what I got this week and you’ll just have to deal with it. I’ve been messing around with characters and stuff like that so you get snippets. You’ll love it. 

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“Don’t even start!” Ellis rolls her eyes, “I don’t want to know how nerdy you are until I’m too in love with you too care.”

“What?” I scoff. Camo giggles. “You’re not already in love with me that much?”

“I don’t know, who’s your favorite character is Lord of the Rings?” She peers at me.

“Well prob- Oh that was a trap wasn’t it?” I peer back. She grins and nods, looking way too pleased.

“But you should answer, wanna know mine?” She smirks dangerously.

“Sure.” I sigh.

“Orlando Bloom. ‘Cause he’s hot,” She sweeps her hair off her shoulder.

“Oh come on!” I start to rant, “You can’t even use his real name? And you can’t just like a guy because he’s hot.”

“She likes you,” Catch mutters. I shoot him a look.

“Who’s side are you on?” I eat a potato chip.

“Anyone’s?” He shrugged. Both Camo and Ellis are laughing so much that they’re turning red.

“Phoenix, you’re so cute,” Camo says, her breath short. “Your face…”

“Here, come get some more chips with me,” Ellis sighs, still laughing. I shake my head and come with her. She kisses me on the cheek softly and whispers, “I actually really like Lord of the Rings.”

Oh my-” She runs to the fridge, giggling again, her freckles laughing with her. Gosh, I love her.

 

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“Camo!” She turns, and cocks her head.

“What?” She frowns, brow arched, voice suspicious.

“You like salmon?” I ask.

“No. I prefer trout,” She shrugs, “Why do you care?”

“No not fish! The color!” Ellis sighs. “Come on Camo, you’re the painter here.”

“Oh the color, um I think I like flamingo or coral more,” She shrugs again, then scratches her brow with her pointer finger. “I’m still confused why you care.”

“We were just wondering because Catch says he likes salmon and I told him flamingo was better.”

“Oh sure. Blame everything on me,” Catch epically sighs.

“Drama queen,” Ellis snorts.

“Am not, take it back,” He shoots back.

“What are you guys, 12?” Camo pulls some bread out of the pantry and starts to put jelly on it.

“On a scale of one to ten, yea,” Phoenix nods. “And I want mine with honey.”

“Your what with honey?” Camo pulls the peanut butter out.

“My sandwich. Duh.”

“No one says duh anymore, keep up,” Catch gets up and starts to make his own sandwich. “And make your own sandwich, she’s not your servant.”

“Yea!” Camo sticks out her tongue and kisses Catch on the cheek, “Thanks b√¶.”

“No problem,” Catch winks in my direction, “Jealous Kace?”

“No,” I scoff, “I won’t be jealous unless she makes you a sandwich. I’m practically wasting away over here.”

“I’m sure you can make it to the kitchen,” Ellis laughs and gets up from the couch, “C’mon bro.”

 

~You’re My Sunshine~

“You’re my sunshine. My only sunshine.

You make me happy. When skies are grey.

You’ll never know dear.

How much I love you.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

I open my eyes slowly, her cries fill the air. Soft little whimpers. She’s probably hungry. Or bored. I peel off the blue covers, smiling to myself. I walk down the creak wooden hallways and jiggle the handle as I walk into her room. She can’t see me yet, her crib blocks her view. I creep to the edge of her rail and peer over.

“Hey baby!” I smile. She looks at me and smiles back, her little teeth poking through her gums. She reaches a cubby hand to my long hair that hangs into the bed and grabs it. She gives it a small tug, not a hard one, just a love tug. I laugh a little and make a face. She laughs a little. I grab her by the arm pits and balance on my hips as I straighten the crib and hand her her blanket. Her blue grey eyes look back at me and she whimpers. So not bored, maybe a diaper change will help. I lay her down and let her play with a stuffed animal and change her out of her onesie. I put a hand band on her soft tuft of red hair and start to walk to the kitchen. She whimpers a little more and looks at the fridge longingly. I kiss her on the head and set her on the floor as I get a cup of milk for her. She smiles up at me again, I can never get over those eyes. They make me grin every time. I hand her the milk and she starts to suck on it. She’s the best thing that’s happen to be. Sure sh came a little sooner than I thought but she’s perfect. She’s the only thing that keeps me smiling. The only thing that makes me dance or sing.